"Mister Stark..."Peters voice filled my ears. What should have been his happy, high pitched voice was now dull and laced in pain. I slowly turned around, it was painful. Every fiber in my body was telling me to stay. To stay facing away from him. Almost like it was some kind of sick joke that Peter just so happened to be playing at this particular time. Still though, I had to see. I had to see if he was dying.
Once I turned around, I saw him take two tentitive steps towards me. 'Godnot him. Anyone but him.' "I-I don't feel so good." He said, his voice raspy. He held his hand up, almost as if he was going to throw up. But I knew that wasn't going to happen.
"You're alright." I lied for comfort and reassurance. But who was it for? Peter? Me? Both? I don't know. I dont know if I'll ever know. He started to walk towards me. "I don-" He stuttered. "I don't know what's happening." He said getting closer. "Save me- save-" He said, getting cut off by his legs collapsing underneath him. Of course, I caught him. I hugged him gently.
"You got to- You've got to fight it Pete." I said. I unintentionally layed him down harshly on the hard ground. I didnt know if this would work. But it was worth a shock. "I- I don't know how." Peter said, his voice becoming more quiet by the second. "Um." I said trying to think. "Um- Think of all the good things we've done together." Images of the lab started appearing in my mind. How we'd both muck around and help improve our own and others wepons and suits.
"Think of all the people you love. The people you dont want to leave behind." Images of the avengers started flashing through my mind. Steve, Bruce, Clint, Nat, Thor, even Loki. And of course, Peter. However, my thoughts were cut short by the horrifying screams that we're being ripped from his throat. It pained me to see him in this state. To see him in this pain. But it seemed to be working. I rose my voice, so it was loud enough for him to hear and started talking again.
"Think of all the things that you've done. Think of the things you've accomplished!" I shouted encouraging him to keep on fighting. "Think of the things you still have to do!" I said. Images of Peter's adoption papers flickered in my mind. I had plans to adopt him ever since his aunt died. He just didn't know it yet. Maybe I could tell him now?
"Think of Bruce, Thor, Steve, Nat, Ned, Clint, Strange, me. Think of me. They wouldn't- I wouldn't want you to give up! Think if the adption papers I still have to sign for you! Think of all the fun times we had and still need to have!" I said over his screams. They had became significantly louder toward the end of my mini speach. His screams becane louder and louder until after 15 or so seconds - which just so happened to feel like the longest 15 seconds of my life - they stopped.
He was unconscious and barely breathing but he was here. My son was still here. My life was still here, lying in front of me. "I- We need a ship." I said to Nebula who just starred at the boy in wonder. "Listen, you can stare at him as long as you like when we get to Wakanda, but right now, we need a ship!" I shouted, snapping her out of her trance like state.
"R-right. On it." She said shaking her head. "Follow me." I nodded, scooping up the frail body and hugging it tightly. All the while, still checking for his breathingYup, still there. Luckily. I quickly followed Nebula onto her ship and we made our way to Wakanda.