Peter woke up feeling dazed, and confused. He was looking around and soon realized he was in his room, at the compound.
Suddenly remembering yesterday's events, he sat up in bed and sighed. Knowing Aunt May was really gone was an awful thing to think, but he knew she wouldn't want him to sit around and mope all day.
So, he got out of bed and walked into the elevator to make his way to the common floor. He decided he didn't want to be alone.
Once he arrived there he saw Tony sitting at the kitchen counter looking at some papers. Peter walked into the kitchen and sat down in the barstool next to Tony.
"Hey squirt, how did you sleep?" Tony asked, in a happy, yet soft tone.
"Fine... I'm just sad I guess, that Aunt May is really, gone. But, I know she wouldn't want me to be sad, she would want me too move on and be happy." Peter answered, choking down a sob.
"Couldn't have said it better myself, kid" Tony answered, relieved Peter seemed to be getter better.
Tony was surprised on how well Peter was taking this. He expected him to be distraught and sad, and he definitely didn't seem happy and bubbly like he usually was, but he didn't seem as sad as Tony thought he would be.
Peter then got up and poured himself a bowl of cereal, and a glass of orange juice, and then walked over to the couch and turned on the T.V.
He began watching some show about sea creatures while eating his breakfast, and he seemed content, so Tony decided not to bother him and too just keep working on his paperwork.
He was faxed this paperwork by his lawyers, he had to sign countless amounts of documents and show proof that he was, in fact, Peter's legal guardian.
He signed all that needed to be signed, and showed whatever proof that Social Serviced wanted to see, and then went to sit down next to Peter and watch Animal Planet.
"Tony?" Peter asked.
"What's up, kid?" Tony answered.
"What's going to happen to me?" Peter asked, the concern clearly evident in his tone, and in his eyes.
"What do you mean what's going to happen to you? Your going to stay here, with me." Tony answered.
"But, won't the government make you like, fill out a ton of paper work and make you a guardian and stuff? I'm not worth all that trouble, I don't want to be a bourdon." Peter asked, feeling slightly, for lack of better word, ashamed.
"Peter, you are not a bourdon, I don't have to take care of you Peter, I want too. You are important to me and..." Tony started.
"And what? Tony what?" Peter pushed.
"Listen kid, a few months ago, before May... died, she came to me and asked me too, take legal guardianship of you. Just Incase something, like this, happened. She wanted to make sure you would be taken care of." Tony said, sheepishly.
"Wait, so this whole time you have been my legal guardian, not May? Why didn't you tell me?" Peter asked, clearly upset.
"I wanted to tell you but May thought it would be best if... we didn't. We didn't want you to stress or worry." Tony said.
"I...You... why wouldn't you..." Peter choked.
"I'm so sorry, Pete. I really am, please forgive me. We just thought it was for the best."
Peter was silent for a few seconds before he turned to Tony, eyes watering.
"...It's, okay. I understand, I just wish you would have told me before, I..." Peter said.
"I know, underoos, I know." Tony said pulling Peter to his chest and squeezing tight.