A soft vibration was all it took. Peter jerked awake, and instinctively reached out for his phone.

''Hello?'' I answered sleepily.

''Is this Mr. Parker?'' Asked an unfamiliar voice.

''Um yeah who is this? How do you have my number?'' He gulped and thought of all the possibilities of why a random stranger that somehow knew his name would be calling him at 6AM.

He could only hope they hadn't figured out who he was. Peter Parker's life changed a year ago when he was bit by a radioactive spider. Now he went swinging around Queens as Spiderman fighting crime and saving lives every night. A famous billionaire/ genius/ Ironman, named Tony Stark took Spiderman under his wing, added new training protocols to his suit, including a robot named Karen, and proceeded to mentor him.

''Mr. Parker we are very sorry, but there's been an attack in the building your Aunt works at. Your Aunt has just passed away.''

Peter was wide awake now but couldn't help thinking this was a dream. ''No, no that's not true! It can't be!'' Peter had just seen her a few hours ago! It didn't make since that someone could be right next to you one minute and then gone forever the next.

''I'm sorry, we did everything we could, it was just too late.'' Peter heard a sigh on the other end then they continued speaking. ''Look, kid I understand this is a lot to take in all at once, but as you are not of age you are obligated to have a guardian.''

''I... I don't have any family alive.'' Peter whispered through the phone.

After the phone call Peter rushed to the hospital to see his Aunt one last time. Once he arrived, he instantly felt overwhelmed. His spidey senses meant that his senses were higher than the normal human. He also had a sixth sense, that allowed him to sense when someone was in danger and helped him prepare for something before it even happened. Except this. Nothing could have prepared him for this.

Peter was just about to enter May's room when man walked up to him.

''Mr. Parker, someone is here for you.''

What? Peter thought. He didn't have any living relatives, who could be here for him?

Peter was then led into the waiting room, to find Tony Stark staring at him.

''Mr. Stark?'' Peter gapped.

''Why so surprised?'' The billionaire looked offended at the Peter's shock.

''I just, what are you doing here?'' It's no secret that Tony was, well, not exactly good with kids. To think of it, he wasn't really good with people in general. But Peter seemed to be an exception. He made an effort to be patient with Peter, even if the kid never shut up sometimes.

Tony:

''I heard the news. I'm really sorry kiddo.'' Tony breathed.

Peter looked down at his feet. ''I just wish I could've been there. I could've warned everyone! I could've protected her. I could've done something!''

What am I supposed to say to that? Tony thought. Gosh, I didn't think this through at all!

Ok, let's just get this part out of the way. Tony took a deep breath before asking, ''Have you seen her yet?''

Peter swallowed, and shook his head, afraid to speak.

''Do you want too?'' Tony questioned hesitantly. What kind of a question is that! Hey kid do you want to go see your dead aunt?

''I was going to before you got here, but... I don't think I can...'' He whispered the last part, then looked back down at his sneakers.

Jeez this was hard. I can't force him to do it. Then again if he doesn't, he'll only regret it for the rest of his life.

Tony learned that one the hard way. ''Come on, I'll go with you if you want.''

Before Peter could object, Tony was leading him across the halls that smelled of latex and rubbing alcohol, and into a small room.

Peter walked up to the bed, his eyes wide, and fell to the ground beside May.

Tony stayed back in order to give him privacy.

Peter:

Peter stared at his Aunt, as she lay there on the bed, her long brown hair sprawled across the pillow. She's not dead. Peter thought. No, she's not gone, she can't be. She's just sleeping. He placed a hand to her chest and jumped at how cold it was.

No heartbeat. She wasn't breathing. She was gone. She's really gone. Tears filled his eyes and spilled down his cheeks.

''May I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.'' He was now sobbing, and Tony had walked over, and was now attempting to calm him.

Nothing he could say could fix this though. So, Tony just pulled Peter from the floor, and held him in a tight hug.

''It's all my fault. This is all my fault!'' Peter whispered. He didn't care that he looked like a mess, with tears streaming down his face, his hair slightly ruffled from sleep. It's all my fault, I did this, It's all my fault!

Tony's face softened even more. ''Peter, this is not your fault. What are you talking about? You weren't there, you couldn't have known.''

''I could've saved her! I know I could have!'' If only I never let her go! I could've stopped her from leaving!

''Peter, you weren't there, this ones out of your control buddy. '' Tony spoke softly, still holding onto Peter.

''No, you don't understand! I... I could've stopped her! Before she left for work, when walked out the door, my senses started going off. It was lighter at first, just like goosebumps on my arms. Then it would get worse. Like my whole body was... tingling? I thought there was just a robbery or something, but when I got up to get my suit it stopped.'' Peter took a deep breath, before continuing.

''I just went back to bed. I thought it meant that everything was ok. That whatever happened was already taken care of. Now I see that wasn't the case at all.''

Peter let go of Tony to look up at him.

''They stopped because May was... she was... gone.''

A new round of tears started, and Tony was once again hugging Peter, and whispering words of comfort. Telling him it wasn't his fault.

But all Peter could think of was his Aunts cold milky white body, laying there. He suddenly felt uncomfortable. As guilty as he was, he needed to leave. He couldn't stand being in the same room her, after knowing that this was his fault. May sure wouldn't want him near her.

''I want to go home.'' Peter cried, then the thought of home brought even more tears to the mix. He didn't have a home. He was now an orphan. He had no living relatives left.

It's what you deserve. Said a voice in Peter's head. You could've saved her Peter. This is all your fault.

''I want to go home!'' Peter cried for the second time, even though he knew very well that he had no home. He was alone. Alone, alone, alone, alone. The word echoed around in his head, and he buried deeper into Tony's arms.