Chapter 25

Aunt May P.O.V

The funeral was nice, well, as nice as such a sad event can be. All of the avengers were there, so were most of S.H.E.I.L.D and several other super heroes. There was a live television broadcast as well, even JJJ shut up to pay his respects, he knew it, we all knew it, that this one boy was something more- no- my nephew was something more- and still is...

By now, the whole city knows about the great Spiderman being Peter, and that he is dead, and already, many have made their respects.

One by one, super hero by super hero, words were spoken about my Peter, tales were told of his bravery, and then finally it was my turn.

I walked shakily up to the oak podium and stepped up. Slowly I looked around the crowd.

I could see the hulk, tears were actually pouring down his face.

Iron man had his mask off and looked more solemn then I had ever seen before.

Thor was kneeling, his head bowed in respect.

Captain America had his shield down, his head also bowed.

Wolverine was standing, arms crossed across his chest, wearing casual clothes, but his hair was neater than usual.

And many other heroes were in similar positions; it made me think how much I knew about Peter's secret life. Had he really worked with all the greats?

I started to speak,

"Thank you all for coming. I have always admired super heroes, their strength, bravery and courage, but when I found out about my nephew being Spider man, that respect grew," I had practiced this the night before, but still I felt my pain rise again inside me like a tidal wave, "The fact that a teenage boy was willing to fight for his city while no ordinary grown man could, just brought the meaning of super hero to a whole new level. Spider man's team also prove this point, as they are around the same age. I was, and still am, proud to have Peter as my Nephew..."

Respected applause broke out among the crowd and this made the pain loosen. I guess that was because I had never realised how many people he had saved, how many people he had helped. The amount was outstanding, and so was the amount of people who respected him.

His parents would be proud...

But that was the public funeral. The next day I was joined by Ava, Luke, Danny and Sam. We were all dressed in black, me and Ava carrying flowers.

Peter's body was buried next to his Uncle Ben, his gravestone reading a simple message,

Peter Parker.

The saviour of many.

May he rest in peace.

It was short, nothing clever, witty or clues to his other life, just as I wanted.

But I regret his loss. I really do.

If I had found out quicker, or stopped him that day, I could have saved his life. But then again, looking around me, it could have been one of these other teens that could be buried under ground, and that could have been bad for Peter as well.

I knelt down and placed my rose on Peter's grave, feeling hot tears fall down my cheeks.

Ava knelt down next to me, laying her rose next to mine, and passed me a hankie.

I took it from her and sobbed a few words, "I just can't believe he's gone," I couldn't bring myself to say the d word.

Ava nodded, and for the first time, I realised that her eyes were red too. She had also been crying.

"We all wish it wasn't true May, he was our friend."

I nodded.

"The hardest thing in life is saying goodbye, but every joy is followed by grief. Remember the good; don't dwell on the evils in the shadows." I heard Danny mutter. He was right of course. That boy spoke so much truth for someone his age.

I had experienced many beautiful moments with Peter, but I knew he wouldn't want me stopping my life for his sake. That was the type of thoughtful boy he was.

I just sat on the sodden grass for what felt like hours, but could have easily been seconds, thinking the same thought over and over,

He can't be dead, he can't be dead, he can't be dead...

But deep inside I knew it was true. The boy I had raised had left the world just like my husband. It was a cruel fate I had been set, not one, but two of my men had been taken from me. I was all alone.

But as Ava and the boys helped me up, and led me to my new home on the Heli carrier, I realised I wasn't.

I had Phil, I had these four teens and I had two men watching over me.

As the sun poked out from behind the large black cloud that had hovered since Peter's death, I realised that I would always have my men. Though invisible, their spirits guarded me from above, and I knew they wouldn't let me join them till I was ready.

This gave me a new hope, from now on; I would live life like I had never lived it before. My men had left this world because of villains, and now I would help S.H.E.I.L.D in any way I could.

As we reached the graveyard's gates, I turned round, looking over to the tree where my men were buried. I will do you proud, I silently swore, I will live my life for all of us, not just me.

Once again I turned, smiling now, keeping the image I just saw in my head.

For by the old tree, smiling, stood my Ben and Peter, both looking as healthy as I remembered.

I thought it could have been my imagination- but I knew it wasn't. They weren't gone forever, that was just what everyone else thought, it was just a cover- like Peter Parker to Spiderman.

But I knew better- my men were the ultimate, and no one could stop that- not even death...

TA DA!

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