Ode to the Fallen

Chapter one

"What the hell was that?!" Falcon shouted as soon as they were back at Stark Towers. The mission had gone wrong, and it was Peter's fault.

Spider-Man didn't answer, just kept his head down. It seemed every time they went on a mission together Sam couldn't get along with Peter.

Somehow it was always him that screwed the mission, when it wasn't even his orders.

And as if life wasn't already enough- running around each night fighting baddies and risking his life while still trying to maintain good grades- Sam here just gives him hell. Every day.

Peter had tried and tried all different tactics to gain the mans approval but they were all in vain. Perhaps if the man knew he wasn't an adult he would be treated differently, if not better, but Tony insisted only as select few know and Sam wasn't one of them.

So Peter kept his head down as he was once again scolded for something he had little to do with.

When it was over Peter left without a word, only pulling off his mask when he was out of the room. He let his head fall back against the wall and closed his eyes.

After a moment Peter gathered his composure and slipped his mask back on. He ran and swung out of the building, glad to be going home.

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When he arrived at his apartment in his casual wear what greeted him was not Aunt May. A fire truck, two cop cars, and an ambulance seemed to take up the entire street and Peter's breath caught in his throat.

They had a small apartment in a small complex. There weren't many residents that lived there. And no one over the age of 30.

Aunt May.

All thoughts of Sam or the mission left him and Peter took off at a full on sprint.

Please please please not her. Not May.

He ran past a group of people he vaguely recognised and into the building. Someone called after him but Peter paid them no mind his only thought on Aunt May.

Before he could get more than a few feet however, several paramedics were rolling out a body, head covered.

Peter didn't speak. His throat closed up and he followed them outside. It didn't take his spidey senses to figure it out.

Peter stood and watched without emotion as they brought her towards the ambulance. He heard the words heart attack and Peter echoing around in his skull, teasing and taunting him.

There was a sudden noise as the paramedics began to move the yellow stretcher into the ambulance and Peter jerked.

"Hey!"

"Hey that's my Aunt! That my- what are you doing with her?!"

Every head turned his direction as he screamed and but he didn't care.

The men continued to load Aunt May into the vehicle, giving Peter looks of sorrow and pity.

"Put. Her. Down." Peter stood panting and glared up at one of the men.

"Sorry son...she's dead, we have to take her now." After a short silence he asked, "Where are your parents?"

"Dead. They always...they always die" Peter choked on his own words, realizing now just how true they were.

Another man, a firefighter came up and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Look kid, I know it's hard-" Peter cut him off with a short sarcastic sounding laugh.

"Oh yeah? Let me ask you this: were your parents killed in a plane crash? Was your Uncle, the only male role model you had in your life, shot? Did- did you Aunt just have a bloody heart attack?!"

Everyone grew silent. The only noise was the blaring of the siren.

"You know what? Don't touch me." Peter shrugged off the man's hand. "She was all I had left. She..."

Without even finishing his sentence Peter took off down the street and through an alleyway. Peter finally allowed his emotions to overtake him and he cried for hours until he finally fell asleep in the alley, not even caring if some freak robbed and killed him.

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Not my best work I know, but I'm posting it anyway and yeah. Please leave a review and a like if you want to read more. The whole Falcon being a * will tie in later don't worry. Seriously guys I need real feedback. Like mistakes, grammar stuff, whether or not to keep this up. If I get enough likes and reviews by next Monday I'll write another, an post a new chapter every Monday. If not, I'll just take it down or rewrite it. That's it for now.

-me