He'd been swinging around town, trying to take his mind off what had happened. A feeling that had been plaguing him for weeks by this point. He had barely gone out, be it as himself or as Spider-Man.

"I died… I died…" The though played over in his head on a loop. He felt sick to his stomach each and every time. It was all he could think about. It had been all he could think about

He was so lost in thought; he didn't notice what was coming up behind him fast. He felt a jolt through his body and soon found himself crashing onto the rooftop of a nearby building, crashing head long into an HVAC unit.

He groaned in paid as he pulled his head out of the machine.

He looked around, looking for the baddie who attacked him, only to be met with.

"Go Home Peter…" Tony Stark said, landing in his armor and retracting the head to show he'd come in person.

"Go home." Stark repeated.

"Mr. Stark."

"Go home. I never want to see you out swinging around like this. You're going to quit this business."

"But Mr. Stark."

"No buts." Stark said as he turned "I'm taking back what I made for everyone else, I might as well…"

He turned towards Peter again and walked over to him. Peter began to run towards the edge of the roof, only for another jolt to hit him. It was only then did he realize that there was something on his suit that was doing this, a small disk, stuck on his ankle. He tried to pull it off, only to get zapped again.

"Take the suit off, Peter."

"Mr. Stark, please."

"I said, take it off."

"Okay… Okay…" Peter said, the pain still throbbing through his body from both the shocks and impact.

He tried something.

"Mr. Stark, what about this thing on my foot, I can't get the suit off with it on."

"Look, Peter… I know how this may seem, but it's for your own good. I don't want to see you getting hurt… I… I… I don't want to have to watch you die again. So, please, Peter, make this easy for the both of us and don't fight me on this. Go home to your aunt. Finish school, get yourself a good job. I gave you a second chance, and it cost me something dearly. This is me being nice about it because THAT wasn't directly your fault and there was a lot more at stake. So, for the last time… Do as I say and take off the suit, go home and give this up."

Peter pulled the suit off, Stark only deactivating the tag on his leg after he was down to just the one foot still in. Stark took the suit, tossed it in the air and blasted it.

"there… now that's taken care off… my staff will be by to get the rest from your house as soon as possible."

Stark closed the helmet on his armor.

"This is for the best, kid. Leave the hero stuff to me." Stark said as he took off. "Good-bye. Peter. Better that you live to hate me for this…"

Peter stood there. Without his web shooters, he'd have to climb down the side of the building in clear view of everyone or explain how he'd landed on the roof of a rather tall building. He ended up sitting up there till night had fallen and he could get down unseen.

He walked along the street towards the subway, when he looked up and saw a streak fly past. Stark, off on another mission. It was at that moment, Peter realized everything had changed.