...And a failure
"Uh, Mister Stark, I don't feel so good," I heard Peter say.
Peter… Oh gosh, no.
I turned around to see Peter looking deathly pale.
"You're alright," I said to Peter, but it's more for my sake than his.
"I don't know– I don't know what's happening," he gasped out as he fell into my arms. I held him as he grasped at me.
My hold on him tightened.
"I don't, I don't want to go, I don't wanna go, Mister Stark, please. Please, I don't wanna go I don't wanna go," he whimpered in my arms. Why is he feeling pain? Why is he… Spider sense. His healing powers. No. No!
His body it trying to heal itself, he's the only one to feel pain in death. No, please, no... He doesn't deserve this pain, it's my fault he's feeling it.
His legs turned to dust, and as he started to fall I helped him to the ground, my own arms shaking.
He looked as scared as I felt.
"I'm sorry" his voice was barely over a whisper.
He looked away and then…. he was just dust in the wind.
My hand that had been on his chest fell to the ground.
Pain. Pain filled my entire body, and salty tears soaked the ground below me where he had lain just moments ago. I grabbed at some of the dust left on the ground, but I couldn't do anything but helplessly watch it slip through my fingers.
He shouldn't have come. I should have protected him better.
I failed.
~MJS Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel, If I did Tony would be more like a father to peter and peter would not be dead.
Authors note:
This scene killed me. Then I went home and looked the scene up on youtube, watched it over and over again and made two fanfictions. One from Tony's POV and the other from Peter's, which is on my page labeled "A dissapointment" . Then I sat down on the floor for twenty minutes and contemplated my life.
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