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Father-figure

Peter's POV

I was just going to get the paper from the printer for my English essay. The topic was about your favorite superhero and saying my favorite superhero is Spiderman would be hypocritical. And besides, Iron man is my favorite actually. My idol. My mentor. My father-figure.

The printer was conveniently standing next to the TV where they were showing a documentary about how peacocks' mate, when suddenly, the screen changes and the words 'Breaking News' appears on the screen.

The next few words completely shattered me.

"Announcement from the CEO of Stark Industries, Pepper Stark. Anthony Edward Stark, 'I am Iron man' as passed away. Tony Stark has been fighting his illnesses, starting 10 days ago. His personal doctors, including Bruce Banner, have been treating him closely, trying everything they have to keep him alive, but they did not succeed. At 15:52, Tony Stark passed away in his sleep with a calm atmosphere. Good evening."

Then the news went back to the peacock documentary.

I.Was.Shocked.

I literally broke down in tears and I heard Aunt May calling my name.

"M-may. Tony, he p-passed a-away. Please t-tell me the news is f-fake?!"

She knelt down to hug me, kissing my forehead, and whispering soothing words. "I'm sorry, Peter."

No

No!

No!!

No!!!

This is not happening.

This isn't real.

No, it's just a dream. A nightmare.

When I wake up, Tony's going to make me some pancakes and we'll tinker with the Iron man suits together.

No, this is not real.

It can't be...

No, I lost my biological dad already, I lost Uncle Ben, I can't lose you too, Tony.

My mind is literally blank. Except for the memories I shared with Tony. They come whizzing past my eyes...

I can't think straight.

I have to get out of here.

I ran to my room and changed into my Spiderman suit, adjusting the colors of the Iron Spider suit to red and gold, to honor him, The Legendary Tony 'I am Iron man' Stark. Black lines, to show respect. Right, I'm ready.

I jumped out of the window a shot a web up to a lamp post.

Swinging around New York, I saw many people crying, holding their phones. They must've seen the news. Everywhere I go, that's the same thing you see.

Flashback ends

But that was 3 years ago. I'm fine now.

I mean, am I?

His death still impacts me.

I still see him.

Today's his death anniversary.

People are showing respect to him by wearing red and gold/yellow.

It's nice.

The question that day was, "Who's going to be the next Iron man?"

The answer, no one.

Maybe Morgan one day, but no one can live up to Tony, not even Tony himself.

We just continue doing our super best for the super future.

We all continue our lives doing what we do best. Saving people.

I continue being Spiderman. I help out the Avengers, fight crime, help the old lady cross the road, get a cat out of a tree and such.

Nothing really changes.

Not much, for other people.

But for people like Pepper, Morgan, Happy, Rhodey and me, the people who knew Tony personally, it leaves a Tony-shaped hole in our heart.

Sure he impacted other people's lives, but us, he was a husband, a father, a boss/friend, a best pal who gets you in trouble and a father-figure/mentor. These holes don't fill up. They stay. They scar.

That's because he's Tony. Tony Stark.

And we will never forget what he has done for us.

-13 October, 2019

A/N: Sorry for being inactive and for the short one-shot. Today is not a great day for us Thais. It's the death Anniversary of the Late King Rama IX and I'm not really in the mood to write long ass stories. This chapter is actually what happened to me when I found out about the King's death that day.

And to lighten the mood, I got one heck of an embarrassing VDO of me and my gals. Voice and VDO doesn't go together. Don't know why. Blame Boss_Bitxh01. 👀

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