Spider-Man One Shots

Just another story ending

A/N: not the end of the story btw.
TW: death

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The rogues all filed out of the elevator to an empty penthouse.

"Well.... I kinda thought Tony be here to get us... But I suppose he has the right to be angry- where's Pepper though?" Steve said, looking around the living room.

Natasha picked up a frame that had been placed face down.

"I'm not sure... But they might have had a falling out. Look, this was flipped down." Natasha said, pointing to the picture of Tony and Pepper she was holding.

"I mean... It's not a surprise." Clint said.

They all slowly agreed, knowing how Tony could get.

They didn't understand.

There was no falling out. Pepper was on a work trip in Tokyo for the next week.

As for Tony, he had changed. Peter changed him, turned him into a better man.

"Wait guys I hear someone over here." Sam said, gesturing for them to come down the hall.

They stopped in the doorway, no one daring to even breath.

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"Dad no." Peter's voice cracked. He was sitting next to Tony's bed.

He hadn't told anyone that he was dying.

"Peter... It will be okay." Tony said tiredly.

"No. No it won't dad, you need to stay. Please, just stay." Peter cried.

"I was never satisfied in life. There was always something else to do. Until... You came around Pete. Then I was satisfied. Because -" Tony paused to take a weak breath.

"I saw a light in you. You have something no one else has." Tony said.

Every single memory with Tony was swirling through Peter's head, as he realized this was his last few moments with his dad.

This was the last time he would ever say anything to his father.

"What- what about mom? Please, what am I supposed to tell her when you're gone?" Peter cried.

Tony cracked a small smile, "Tell her... I loved her so much more than just twelve percent. She'll understand."

Tony was never satisfied. There was always one more thing to do, one more person to save, one more invention to make, to change the world.

He was just so determined to leave a mark on the world. So determined to prove his father wrong, live up to the legacy, be able to change someone's life.

Now he was here, with his last few breaths weighing on him.

"I love you Peter, but every great story comes to an end. Mine - not yours." Tony said.

Peter couldn't hold back the tears as he gripped his dad's hand.

"Your story is just beginning. You have everything in the world waiting for you. Don't let my end be yours. Please."

"I won't dad. I'll take on whatever I need to to finish my story. If that's all you want, I'll give it to you. Just don't leave." Peter said with shakiness in his voice.

"I love you Peter." Tony said softly.

"I love you to, I love you to, I love you to!" Peter cried loudly, trying to express it before he could never express it again.

No more early morning talks. No more joking around in the lab. No more late nights feeling at home with his family.

No more movie night. No more famous 'Tony pizza'. No one else would make it like him. No more jokes and pranks and I'm sorries and laughs.

"I love you more than anything." Tony whispered.

Peter fell to his knees as Tony closed his eyes, and stopped breathing. For the first time ever, Tony rested.

Peter just cried. And cried and cried and cried.

Half an hour later his spider sense told him the rogues had come, on schedule. He didn't care enough to greet them.

But when they found him on floor of a dark room crying next to a completely still Tony, they couldn't just stand there.

But what could they do?

After a moment, Clint deciphered it. He was a spy after all.

"Pete... I'm so sorry. I'm Clint... Uh, you don't really know me, but you just can't be alone right now. Trust me... I know." Clint said softly, getting to the floor with Peter.

Peter just sobbed, "I'm never going to have movie night with my dad again. I'm never going to get to hug him again. He's dead. And I didn't even know he was dying!"

Clint embraced Peter, "I know, I know it hurts so much."

Pepper came home a week later. Clint had told her there was bad news waiting.

She still didn't expect it.

Death is so much more crushing when it's out of the blue. When you're so happy one moment, and then they're gone the next.

Peter dove into an unhealthy obsession with working like he was constantly running out of time.

He ended up doing a lot. Changing the world with new technology and ideas, but he never took a break to mourn. Not after that first week.

After that first week, he was determined to make a story his father would be proud of.

And he did.

He took time to slow down after a few years of always doing something.

Peter finally found love, started a family of his own, never let anyone forget about his amazing father, and kept working.

He worked until his story came to an end, just as every story does.

Ahem. Later my Gators 🐊