Irondad and Spiderson One-shots

All His Fault

*vague descriptions of a panic attack*

The last of Peter crumbled in Tony's grasp, a wave of shock and emotional pain hit him hard.
Tony chocked out a strangled sob,
No,
No no no no
This can't be happening
This isn't real,
Oh, but it was all so real.
Spider-Man, no.
Peter, was nothing but a scattered pile of dust floating in space.
And it was all
His
Fault.
Tony wrapped his arms around himself and put his head on his knees, a sob breaking through again.
Tears soaked his face, he cried for peter
He cried for doctor strange,
He cried for quill,
He cried for all those who had lost their lives because he didn't do enough.

They had had the gauntlet, they had it.
They were so close...
Tony heaved another heavy sob,
God,
What about May,
What was he going to say!

"I'm sorry but your adopted son died in my arms, because I didn't do enough"

That didn't seem enough but that's all there really was,

His heart ached, his stomach lurched and soon the contents of his breakfast were scattered all over the rocks in front of him.The result of that action sent Tony over the edge, he banged his fist on the ground beside him and squeezed his eyes shut.

His breathing grew more rapid as he clenched his hands so hard he could feel the blood he was drawing. It seeped down his hand and dropped onto the rocky red dust that floated centimeters off the ground created a sort of fog visual.

"You're not helping anyone by doing this," spoke a blunt voice,

Tony took long see breathe and slowly looked at the source of the noise.

"Excuse me?" He replied his voice still raw from the crying.

"Sobbing like a child won't bring anything good, he wanted this to happen." Nebula replied tearing her gaze off the broken figure and towards the many piles of dust.

Tony merely growled at her, before wiping his hands off on his pants. Just because he didn't like the statement didn't mean it wasn't true. Peter won't come back if he sat here crying, he needed to do something.

Something quick, Peter won't miss anything more than he has too.

Gaining control of his erratic breathing he pulled himself off his knees and dried his eyes discretely, though he is positive Nebula saw but pretended not to.

"We need to go," Tony said, forcing confidence in his voice and fixing his posture for more of an official appearance.

He was going to fix this, whether he loved to see the result or not.

This is super short I know, I am sorry. But hey, another chapter up already?

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