AN: I don't own Peter Parker/Spider-Man, Tony Stark/Iron Man, or Pepper Potts.
Everything around him had gone silent.
Peter stared at the unresponsive body of his pseudo-father figure, unbelieving that, after five years of waiting in the void, Tony Stark had died. Everyone around him was irrelevant at this moment. He was numb. There was a void within him now, and he just. Couldn't. Feel.
He didn't even notice his tears until he tasted their saltiness on his lips. He didn't notice that he had gone catatonic, and Miss Potts was trying to shake him out of it. He didn't notice that his hands were shaking, wanting to do something.
He. Just. Was.
"Peter," a voice trying to hold back sobs spoke into his right ear. "We have to get up," He could feel someone tugging his right arm but he didn't want to budge. He didn't want to believe that Tony Stark just died right in front of his eyes. He didn't want to do anything.
"I don't want you to go," he heard his voice crack as he pleaded, before he broke out into heaving sobs.
"I don't want you to go…"