A/N Hi guys! This is another story written by my friend Turtle! Her other stories include the fandoms of Sherlock (Meant It) and Me Before You (Home.) They are also posted on my account. This takes place right after Avengers: Infinity War. Enjoy.
I do not own the characters of the MCU, that would be the creators of the MCU movies and comics.
He should have been home hours ago.
May tells herself that he's probably just out with some friends and she shouldn't worry. She just wishes he'd answer his phone. It's only been a few hours. He's okay. He has to be.
Two hours later, still without a phone call, and there's a knock at the door. She's fully prepared to launch into, where do you think you've been and since when do you not call me? But it's not Peter standing there, it's Tony Stark, looking strangely…defeated. Her throat tightens. Whatever he's here for, it can't be good news.
"Where's Peter?"
He shakes his head slowly, and she notices how glazed his eyes look. "I'm sorry, May."
Those three words tell her everything she needs to know; they confirm her worst fear. Peter's not coming home.
Next thing she knows, she's shouting and swearing at him, and even grabs a pillow to hit him with. She's only just aware of how tight her throat is getting and how it's becoming harder and harder to speak, and how her vision is starting to blur with unshed tears. She can't stop any of it. And yet, Tony Stark still stands in front of her door, silently accepting all of the abuse she throws at him.
How can he not, when he's already thought and felt everything she says? He shouldn't have let it happen. He knows it's his fault. He was Peter's hero…and he failed him.
May isn't shouting at him anymore; instead she stands silently a few feet away, staring at the floor. He doesn't know whether to stay or leave, but he figures he at least owes it to Peter to make sure his aunt will be alright. Minutes tick by wordlessly, before she looks up at him again, tears streaming down her face, and asks:
What am I going to do without him?
For once, he can't think of anything to say, only steps forward and tentatively embraces her, half-expecting her to lash out again. She doesn't. The full weight of Peter's loss has finally hit her. She's all alone now.
"I hope he made you proud." Her voice is little more than a whisper. "That's all he ever wanted to do."
"I'm so sorry, May."
He doesn't even realize that he's crying too.
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May the fandom be with you,
~Booknerd