A/N: Just so ya'll are all aware, I do not own anything from Marvel and that all of the movies belong to the Rosso brothers.

Warning: Mentions of death.

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Peter knew that he wasn't the only one who lost someone in the fight against Thanos. He knew that Pepper and her daughter had it worse than him. Even Nat was gone too and without a proper burial at that. Yet no matter what he did, he felt like he should have done something-something to save Mr Stark. After all, self-loathing combined with grief and knowing that he could have done something didn't exactly help his case in feeling guilty for not being okay.

Aunt May was there; not only for him but for the whole city of New York as well, starting up charity groups and making sure everyone recovered from the years she wasn't there to see.

Ned did his best, while he couldn't really sympathise with Peter on his loss, he did anything he could to comfort him; whatever it was simple company when Peter was to torn up to cope with reality, or when he needed a distraction from his thoughts Ned was there.

MJ made sure he'd actually eat at least one meal at school that wasn't something sweet. She still was the most ominous sounding of the group and it was weird to think about how the death brought them closer even if it made Peter lose the bright shine of childish innocence and made him laugh at the darkest memes MJ could find.

Happy was there. Whatever it was because he was made to by Tony or if he actually felt for the kid; sometimes Petter thought it was a bit of both, sometimes one and the next day the other. He to this day still doesn't understand how Happy was able to stand him when Happy himself should have been grieving.

Morgan reminded him so much of Stark it almost uncanny, that is if his memories didn't haunt him.

Pepper more or less helped from the sidelines whenever she could. She did her best to stay in contact but as it turned out it was all too soon for the both of them.

The Avengers were no more. Even the public could see how broken they really were, not to say they weren't any less scared by the last five years.

There were too many things on his to-do list and now his class was going on a trip to Europe just as he finally started to get his shit together.

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