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"How did you know her?"

Peter stared at the grave a moment, at the flowers he'd bought the aunt that would not remember him if she was miraculously alive, and swallowed hard. "Through Spider-Man."

That was all he had of his old life. He had a new apartment because the one he shared with May had been technically vacant after May Parker, with no surviving relatives that anyone remembered, had died. The new one was a hole, but he didn't need much more. His mission now was getting his GED, just to tie off that loose end of the life he'd had and wanted, and then he had to carve a new path.

Alone.

"Spider-Man," Happy said, his voice fond. "Spider…"

Peter glanced at him. Though Happy still bore the look of immense sadness, the mirror to Peter's, his eyes were distant, as if he wasn't seeing the rows of graves around them. Whatever he saw, it wasn't anything good; he looked pained.

Peter wanted to ask him what was wrong, to help him if he could, he knew that was not his place anymore. Him trying to help everyone was what had killed May after all. Spider-Man helped people, Spider-Man saved them, but Peter Parker was a ghost and Happy didn't need a ghost.

He looked once more at May's grave and then turned and walked away, towards the gate that led out onto the street. He figured he'd get home and eat, if he had anything left in the fridge, and then he'd go out of patrol.

Spider-Man was the only part of his life that still made sense. People remembered him. No one remembered Peter Parker.

He was almost at the gate when he heard a thud behind him, something falling. He turned and saw Happy was on his knees. He thought it was an effusion of grief and that he should leave Happy alone to work through it, but he still loved Happy and wanted to make sure he was okay.

He walked back towards Happy, footsteps soft on the path, and bit his lip. He'd never seen Happy lose control like this before, and it felt wrong to be seeing it now, when Happy would not want an audience. But Happy was a big guy, and Mr. Stark said his cardiogram wasn't good, and that was before all the stress of the blip and losing Tony and then May. What if he had a heart attack?

Happy's head snapped from side to side, eyes scanning the cemetery, and the back of Peter's neck prickled. He scanned the cemetery for the threat that his senses were reacting to, but there was nothing there that seemed threatening. An elderly man was laying flowers at one grave, and a woman was leading two children by the hands, each of them holding a rose, towards the back of the cemetery. Nothing looked like a threat, but still, something was wrong.

"Peter?"

Peter's gaze snapped back to Happy, who was still on his knees and now he was holding his hand to his head as if pained.

He'd said Peter's name. He'd heard it. Happy said Peter. Sure, it wasn't an uncommon name and Happy probably knew plenty of them, but something tugged in Peter's chest as if the name was addressed to him.

He stood back, behind Happy, watching warily.

"Peter!" Happy's voice was louder this time, and he struggled to his feet and swept the cemetery with his eyes.

Before Happy could see him, just as he started to turn, Peter leapt into the huge evergreen tree that gave the cemetery its name. He scrambled up and balanced on his tiptoes, peering down.

"Where are you?" Happy shouted. "Peter?"

Despite himself, Peter started to call back to Happy, catching himself so the aborted name sounded like a short huff. It was soft, but not too soft for Happy to hear. He appeared at the bottom of the tree and looked up.

"Peter?" His voice was softer than usual, as if he was speaking to a skittish animal. "Are you up there?"

Peter shifted a little so he would be harder to see.

"Peter Parker, get your ass down here, right now!" Happy shouted, drawing the attention of the cemetery's other occupants.

Peter didn't move. His mind was reeling and he half-believed he was hallucinating. This couldn't happen. No one could remember him. Strange had cast the spell and his spells… Yeah, okay, one was messed up, but that was Peter's fault. He'd not interfered with the spell that wiped him from everyone's memories, and Strange wasn't going to mess it up on his own, so how could Happy…

He climbed to the top of the tree and looked at the sky. It was grey and cloudy, grim, but there were no rifts opening and enemies appearing. The world was not, apparently, ending because Happy knew who he was.

"Get down!" Happy shouted.

Peter peeked looked down and saw Happy was ruddy-faced and angrier than Peter had ever seen him before.

"You think I can't see you?" Happy asked. "You think I won't come up there after you?"

Well, yes, he did, but that wasn't what made him jump from his branch down to the path in front of Happy.

"Peter Parker," he stated.

Peter ran a hand over the back of his neck, which was no longer prickling, and nodded.

"You're Peter Parker. You're the one Tony brought to Berlin. You're the one that saved my ass when that asshole tried to steal the plane full of tech. You're the kid I…" His lip trembled and he looked back at the grave. "You're May's Peter."

Eyes prickling and throat constricted, Peter nodded again.

Happy stared at him, openmouthed, then said, "What did you do?"

"I… uh… nothing?" He framed it as a question because he wasn't sure how much Happy knew or had guessed, and he didn't want to make it worse for himself.

"Bull. You did something. I just talked to you there, and I figured you were one of the Blipped kids May helped, down on you luck still, but I didn't know you. And then my head was… Hell it hurt, and then… I know I'm supposed to know you. So, what did you do?"

"I… Well, it was me or the world, or your memories and my life as I knew it or the world, and May was gone, and I thought I could make Ned and MJ remember, so I asked Strange to—"

He cut off as Happy yanked him forward and pulled him into a crushing hug. Peter was stiff at first, feeling lost in the contact when he thought he'd lost it for good, then Happy's hand came to cradle the back of his neck and Peter crumpled. He buried his face in Happy's shoulders and sobbed.

"It's okay, kid," Happy said. "I got ya."

Peter had yearned to hear that since the spell was cast, and it felt like the words warmed him from the inside out. He melted into Happy's hold and was startled when Happy's hands gripped his shoulders and held him at arms' length.

"You had the wizard cast a spell so I'd forget you?"

"Not just you. It was the whole world. No one would remember Peter Parker— Ouch!"

He was more shocked than anything by Happy's fist colliding with his arm, but Happy's past as a boxer was no joke—it hurt.

"You made me forget you? And Pepper? And Morgan?"

"Well, yeah, because the sky was opening, and all kinds of trouble was coming through and Strange couldn't stop it, so I had to do it."

Happy punched him again, this time on the other shoulder.

"Ouch!" Happy!"

"That one was for Tony," Happy growled. "You wiped yourself out of his family's life, too."

"It was for the world, Happy," Peter said.

Happy glared at him, and Peter thought maybe Happy didn't believe him, or maybe understand. Whatever it was, his argument that it was Peter Parker's place in the world or the world's fate didn't seem to be holding much weight.

"I'm sorry," Peter ventured.

"You should be," Happy said roughly. "Where have you been staying since you screwed with our heads?"

"Oh, I've got a small apartment in Brooklyn, which I can just about afford."

"You can show me another time," Happy said. "You're coming to mine. You're going to eat and say hey to Dum-E and say sorry for making him forget you, too, and then we're going to the lake house."

"We're going to see Pepper and Morgan?" Peter asked hopefully.

"We are. If they don't remember you, we'll find a way to jog their memories, too. And if they do…" Happy grinned. "I think Morgan is going to be a little mad that you've not been there in so long."

Peter groaned. "She's going to punch me, too, isn't she?"

Happy snorted. "Peter, she's five. She's not going to punch you—she's going to ask you to play house to make up for it. Pepper on the other hand…" Happy grinned. "Pepper is definitely going to hit you."

Peter laughed. He thought he'd take punches from Thanos if it meant he got to have the people he loved back in his life. If they didn't remember, he'd make new memories. And if they did…

A sudden thought struck him. If MJ remembered and knew he'd chickened out when he'd seen her and Ned…

A Thanos punch was going to seem like a massage after what she threw at him.