I do not own Avengers: Endgame.
I do own Thursday night first showing tickets!
Hey, Kid
He was gone.
He was really gone.
As in like, forever.
He had sacrificed himself for Peter, for the universe.
And now he would never talk to him again, never see his face again.
Never wonder if he was about to show up out of nowhere and act all weird and protective and awkward.
Never hear . . .
"Karen? Are you there?"
. . . his voice again.
"Hey, kid."
Peter Parker froze, Spidey suit activated and ready.
Prepared to honor his mentor's memory forever by protecting the helpless, saving the vulnerable.
Being the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man . . .
"Mr . . . Mr. Stark?"
. . . Tony Stark had always wanted him to be.
"What . . . What are you doing in my suit?"
The disembodied voice seemed to relish his confusion and bewilderment.
"I'm actually just a new voice interface activated by the Endgame Protocol. So don't get all emotional on me, okay, kid?"
The kid himself swallowed the lump rising in his throat.
"Okay."
And wiped away the tears brimming in his eyes.
And could not help himself.
"I've . . . I've missed you, Mr. Stark."
Hardly a beat of silence as the AI processed, assessed, quantified, and responded.
"I missed you too, kid."
Another little blurb of my dread for the upcoming Endgame movie.
I seriously fear for my heroes.
And in response to dear concerned guest: No spoiler alert necessary. Haven't seen the movie yet and I've been avoiding all media about it. I, like Jon Snow, know nothing. I'm just making stuff up. :)
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