Peter's POV

I couldn't sleep. It was impossible. I looked at the time. 4:30am. I sighed, standing up from my bed and and making my way to the door. I opened it, a quiet creaking followed closely behind.

I make my way to the living room. I sat down on the sofa and pulled out my phone. I started to read through Twitter when I got a message from Flash.

Flash:

"Hey there Penis Parker. So you Aunt died huh? I'm glad she did. Even better, I'm glad she died a painful, slow death. Your family diserves it!"

Peter:

"Just leave me alone Flash. I'm not in the mood for your games." I replied already crying.

Flash:

"You do know Tony never loved you right? And he never will. He just adopted you out of pitty. Once he thinks you're better, he'll drop you into a orphanage."

Flash:

"I'm glad yoyr uncle died too. He diserved it. You diserved to see him die. You diserve to be alone. Because your trans. Because your gay. Because your depressed. Once Tony finds out, he'll leave you."

Flash:

Why don't you just kill yourself? It's not like anyone would care. You'd be saving Tony the job of dumping you into care.

Peter:

You're right Flash. No one would care. Goodbye Flash. And thank you. You've made me realize there is nothing for me here. You've made me realize that there's no reason to stay.

I sat there, crying. Flash was right. Tony would leave me. He doesn't love me. He never did. He never will. He'll leave me when his pitty subsides. I'll be alone. I'll always be alone.

"Peter?"

TONY'S POV

"Sir. Peter is up. He appears to be crying." F.R.I.D.A.Y spoke, pulling me away from my work. The echoey garage seemed to make her voice louder. I took my glasses off and rubbed my strained eyes. I looked at my digital clock. The big red numbers showed 4:45am.

"Any idea why?" I asked F.R.I.D.A.Y, standing up. "No sir. The boy hasn't been asleep at all tonight sir, just like the two nights previously. He appears to be struggling to sleep." F.R.I.D.A.Y replied back. "Okay, you know why he's crying?" I asked her, once I stood in the elevator, she replied. "No sir."

I stepped out of the elevator and made my way to the lounge. Sure enough, I saw Peter, sitting on the gray sofa. He seemed to be on his phone.

"Peter?" I said concerned. Peter looked up at me, his face broke me. The hurt in his eyes. He looked like he'd been dragged through hell and back. He suddenly bolted for the window, dropping his phone by accident. I picked it up. He stopped and contemplated whether he should take it off me. But he didn't.

He connected two webs to the ceiling and swung at the glass, causing it to break. He crawled up the building further. I read the last message.

Peter:

You're right Flash. No one would care. Goodbye Flash. And thank you. You've made me realize there is nothing for me here. You've made me realize that there's no reason to stay.

"No..." I finished reading the message when I saw Peter fall. "No Peter!" I shouted. I jumped out the window, my suit starting to materialize around me. I used my boosters to catch up to him.

I grabbed hold of Peter and turned around, so my back was facing the ground. I tried using my boosters to stop us, but I couldn't we were going too fast. Peter somehow managed to get out of my firm grip and webbed me to Stark Tower. Where as, he plummeted to the ground.

I summoned another suit. I knew it wouldn't be able to stop Peter from falling in time, so I stationed to catch Peter. I knew Peter would get seriously injured, but at least he wouldn't die.

I watched helplessly as I tried to get out of Peters complex webbing. Hoping that the suit would catch him. Luckly, it did.

I managed to get out of the webbing and flew down to Peter, taking my mask off. I took the teen in my arms. I held him, crying. I rocked him backwards and forwards. Bruce came running to me, ordering me to follow him. I wasted no time.

"D-d-ad" I looked down at Peter. I saw he was awake. "Shh. It's okay, I've got you." I reassured him. Peter passed out again in my arms. I ignored the sinking feeling in my stomach and continued to follow Bruce.

Once at the med wing, Bruce done an x-ray of Peter. Once he got the results back, he spoke sadly.

"Tony. I'm sorry. The kid has multiple pieces of metal from the frame of the window in him. I can't get it out. It's too complicated, even for me. The shrapnel is heading straight to his heart." I starred at Peter in disbelief. My whole world crumbling around me.

"I'm sorry Tony. But these machines can't keep him alive for long. I suggest we get everyone together to say out goodbyes." Bruce finished.

Wait. Machines. I look down at my chest. My reactor visible through my shirt. "Actually, there is something." I said to Bruce. "Tony it's not ideal." Bruce replied sadly. "Yes, but it'll keep him alive." I replied hopefully. "To-" Bruce was about to argue back when I replied. "Listen Bruce. I almost lost the kid once in Germany. I'm not about to loose him now. He's my son." I replied, raising my voice slightly. "Fine. I'll get him ready for surgery".