Tony's POV
I never thought that I would have to go to May's apartment to break the bad news. She's going to kill me, but in all honesty, it wouldn't matter. Pete was my kid, and I failed him which resulted to the kid dying.
"May?" I asked as I knocked on the door. "It's Tony, I need to talk to you." Here goes nothing. If I don't make it out in one piece, you'll know why.
May opened the door and frowned at me. "Where's Peter?" She was worried.
I thought I could tell her without breaking down. Key word is thought. I fell to my knees and broke down, hating every ounce of myself. "He didn't make it. I—I tried to get him to go home, but he came without me knowing. I should've done more—"
"Tony," May cried and bent down on her knees to embrace me into a hug. "It wasn't your fault; do you understand me? You tried so hard to protect him."
"It should've been me." I admit with stern voice. I felt her fingers brushing through my hair as I continued to apologize. Why is she so calm? Did she already know what happened? It didn't matter. Pete's gone and I don't know how to get him back, and that will haunt me for the rest of my miserable life. "Why did it have to be him, May?"
"I don't know," she replied with tears in her eyes. "It was random, so no one knew who would live or die." She was upset about her nephew, but I guess she didn't feel the need to place the blame on me.
I managed to get back on my feet after the unexpected breakdown. "Thanks for not killing me, and I'll be coming around a lot."
"I know, something tells me that you're going to be around." She pulled me into a hug. "Thank you for helping him. He died knowing that he was loved."
I nodded in thanks and went on my back to the compound to meet with the remaining Avengers. Part of me wondered if more people arrived when I left. And the other part of me hoped that Peter came back.
God, I miss him.
A/N:
I know it's short but more content is on the way! Be on the lookout, folks.