Peter sat on the edge of a building in despair.

His legs dangled over the edge of the building, as he watched people live their normal lives. Today had been rough. Especially since a year ago today, Peter's life changed forever.

It was the anniversary of his Uncle's death, and nothing in the world could make him feel as terrible as he is now. It was all his fault. He could've stopped the robber. He could've saved his uncle, but no. He had let it slide. He had let his Uncle die, and it was all his fault. Nothing can compare to how guilty Peter was feeling right now.

Peter tried to hide back the tears that were threatening to come down his face, not wanting to attract attention, though he was wearing the suit so it's not like anyone would've seen. He curled in on himself, letting thoughts of guilt consume his mind. He tried to block them out, but failed miserably. Peter went through his school bag and pulled out a picture of him and Uncle Ben. It was a picture they took at the Stark Expo. Uncle Ben had stood behind Peter with his arm around his shoulder, and Peter had a big old Iron Man helmet on his had with little gauntlets on him. Peter smiled at that memory. He remembers being so excited to see Mr. Stark, he also remembers how he swooped in and saved his life with that Hammer droid. Peter wishes he could have his Uncle here with him now.

Peter looked at the picture one last time before stuffing it back in his bag. He then took out a bag of gummy bears out of his bag. He lifted up his mask and began to eat them. Gummy Bears were one of Uncle Ben's favorite food, and after he died, they became Peter's. Peter watched over the city again. He loved watching people be happy. It was one of his favorite part of the day.

Peter sat there for a bit, before is phone started to buzz. He picked up to see who it was. It was Ned. Peter didn't really want to talk right now, but seeing as there was nothing really else to do, he answered it.

"Hello?" Peter said, his voice slightly shaky.

"Hi, Peter. Are you okay?" Ned asked, concern clearly heard in his voice.

"I'm fine, it's just today is well, it's today..." Peter said, his voice cracking as he said this.

"Right, well I just wanted you to know that if you needed anything I'm here. So is Michelle. She told me to tell you that too." Ned said, trying his best to be reassuring.

"Okay, thanks Ned. I got to go..." Peter said. He was so grateful to have friends like Ned and Michelle. He honestly couldn't have asked for better. They were so supportive of him, and they never left his side. He loved them like family.

"Okay, well, bye I guess." Ned said finally, before ending the call.

Peter sighed and looked out into the sky. He could see the millions of starts in the sky. He remembered that he used to go onto the roof of their apartment with Uncle Ben a lot and see who can find the most constellations. Peter's eyes started to tear up at the thought, and this time he didn't hold back. He let them fall, his suit stifling the whimpers coming out of his mouth. He found himself so sad yet so angry at himself at the same time. He didn't know what to feel anymore.

"Peter are you alright?" Karen said suddenly through his suit. "You seem as if you're in distress."

"I'm fine." Peter choked out before a sob. He curled up onto a ball on the pavement, and rocked himself back and forth. God, he hadn't even visited his grave yet. He was such a terrible nephew.

Peter's sobs got so loud that he didn't hear the sound of the repulsors go out behind him. A warm hand pressed against his back, and Peter jumped up to see who it was.

"Whoa, kid calm down it's just me." Tony said, trying to calm the still sobbing kid. Peter looked at him, guilt clearly in his eyes as he curled in on himself and fell onto his knees and sobbed even harder. Tony had no idea what to do. The only time he's seen Peter like this was when Peter was stuck in tragic moments, but there hasn't been one. Tony would know because he literally just checked the suit's baby monitor protocol, and when he saw that Peter was crying, well, he just had to check up on him. He hated seeing him like this, and it pained him. Tony leaned down next to the boy, laying a hand on his shoulder in comfort.

"It's... A-All...M_My...F-F-Fault..." Peter said between sobs, and Tony hugged him in closer, confused.

"What's all your fault?" Tony asked, trying to be as soothing as possible.

"My...U-Uncle." Peter said, sobbing even harder. Tony's heat stopped. What happened to his uncle? And most of all, why was Peter blaming himself for it? As far as Tony knew Peter didn't even have an uncle, he just thought May was a single parent, but apparently not. Whatever happened with his uncle must've been pretty bad though, considering that Peter was sobbing in his arms because of it. Tony didn't want to push the topic even farther though, so he did the next step.

"Let's go to the tower okay? I'll text your Aunt that you're spending the night, okay? Then we can talk about all this in the morning, Alright?" Tony said, hugging the boy closer to him. Peter just nodded, and Tony took it upon himself to scoop the boy up in his arms and carry him out in the iron man suit.

They landed at Avengers tower and Tony placed Peter on the couch. He grabbed a bunch of blankets and threw it around Peter and turned on the TV to the science channel, something he knew Peter liked. He then walked over to the freezer and proceeded to grab two tubs of ice cream and two spoons. He then walked over to Peter and handed him one, he watched as the boy took a couple of bites before settling down next to him. Peter then curled up next to Tony, laying his head on his chest and resting his feet over Tony's. Tony just pulled him in closer, just glad that the sobs had stopped. He used his free hand to text May, then he used it to run his hands through Peter's hair gently. Tony looked down at the boy in delight. He wished he could do this with him all the time. Just to have him in his arms. They watched for a couple more minutes before Peter broke the silence.

"Thank you, for you know..." Peter said, stumbling on his words a bit. Tony adored the kid when he did that, thought he'd never admit it out loud.

"Don't mention it kid. It's the least I could do." Tony said with a smile on his face as he looked down at the boy.

"You probably want to know what happened..." Peter said after a few moments passed.

"You don't have to say anything if you don't want to." Tony said, not wanting to force the kid into talking about it.

"It's okay. I need to get it off my chest anyway." Peter said, before explaining what had happened that night. Tony listened quietly, listening closely to every word. He hugged Peter in closer when Peter got to the part about his uncle being shot and his dying in his arms. Peter just talked on, amazed and relieved that somebody would just listen to him for once about his problems. When he was done, they sat in an awkward silence as Tony hugged him tightly.

"You know his death wasn't your fault right? There's now way you would've known." Tony said, trying to make the boy feel less guilty.

"I know, It's just that, I could've done something, you know?" Peter said, his voice still a bit shaky. Tony nodded his head in agreement. He understood what Peter was saying. His mind went back to when YInsen went off and sacrificed his life for him, and all Tony could do was sit there useless. He still thinks of what he could've done to save his life, all the things he should've done, but didn't.

"You know I didn't really get a chance to visit his grave today..." Peter said, his voice low. "I guess I'm a bad nephew..."

Tony's heart quenched at that. Peter was not a bad anything. He was Perfect. Peter should know this by now.

"You're not a bad nephew." Tony said, rubbing circles into his back. "And if you feel that bad, we can go together and visit him tomorrow." Tony suggested.

Peter looked up to him, his eyes wide. "Really?"

"Yah, we'll pick up some flowers on the way." Tony said, looking down at the boy with fondness in his eyes.

"Thanks Dad." Peter said, his resting on his chest. Tony's chest swelled up with pride. At least he was doing something right. Tony watched as the boy slowly drifted off to sleep. He loved this kid, and will always be there for him. No matter what. Tony eventually found himself drifting off to sleep, and that's how Rhodey eventually found him in the morning. The two curled into each other and sleeping soundly.