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Tony:

Tony finally pulled away from the sniffling child. ''Hey, hey, you're okay. Do you feel any better?''

Peter nodded slowly, wiping the tears from his eyes.

''You looked exhausted buddy. Is it okay if I check your temperature?'' He asked. He wasn't technically Peter's dad, and he didn't know how Peter would feel about him doing something that normally a parent would do.

''Yeah.'' Peter replied weakly.

Clint tossed Tony the thermometer and he quickly rolled it across Peter's forehead. ''101.4 Could be worse. You want to go take a shower, while I see if I get whip up some medicine that'll work on you?''

Peter nodded again and left the room.

''Did I do okay?'' Tony asked, once Peter was out of hearings width.

''Yeah! I got to hand it to you, I thought you'd flee the second he said he didn't feel good.''

''Now I got to figure out what's wrong.''

''What's wrong?''

''Yeah, I didn't even know he could he could get sick. Plus, it's not like him to just burst into tears like that.''

''Well I mean he is sick, and he's just a kid.''

''I know, but did you see him? He looked exhausted!''

''Again, he is sick. That's not abnormal.''

Tony sighed. Maybe he was over thinking this. ''Maybe your right.''

''Woah, Tony Stark just tell me I'm right?''

''I said maybe alright?''

''If you're really concerned why don't you just talk to him?''

It just wasn't that simple.

''Tony, if there's anyone Peter would go to about something personal it's you. Whatever it is, I'm sure you can fix it. Just talk to him.''

Tony thought about that for a minute. While Peter often had trouble coming to Tony on his own, he would always talk about something, if Tony asked him. Maybe Clint was right about something for once.

Peter:

After his shower he felt a little better. He slowly dried off, stepped into a pair of sweatpants and a pulled on a t-shirt. He starred at his reflection in the mirror, noticing the bags under his eyes. Tony had noticed too, which couldn't be good. Hopefully, he would just think it was a side effect to his fever. The truth was, Peter wasn't sleeping. He couldn't. Not when every time he closed his eyes, he saw May's body falling to the ground in slow motion, while she bled out. The nightmares started only a few days ago. Each one was the same, he would watch May fall to the ground, and hear her screaming in pain. Every time he would try to save her, but it was always too late. Then he would wake up, in cold sweat, try to slow his breathing down, before a full-blown panic attack started, then sit on his phone for the rest of the night.

There was a knock at his bedroom door. He finished drying his hair, then sat down on his bed. The door opened, and in walked Tony.

''Hey, how are you feeling?'' Tony asked quietly.

Peter just shrugged. He definitely wasn't a hundred percent.

''Can I get you anything?''

''I don't know, I'm just really tired- I mean cold.'' Crap, there's no way Tony missed that.

''If you're tired, why don't you lay down? You look like you could use some rest.''

''No! Uh, I mean, I'm not, tired, actually.''

''Yeah real convincing. Just like when you tell me you're okay, then a minute later you're having a panic attack? Like when, you say nothing's wrong and then burst into tears? Or when you tell me your fine, then you stand up and collapse? Or when you tell me it's just a headache then you throw up on me?''

Peter blushed bright red. ''Ok, ok I get it.'' Hearing all of that out loud made him sound... weak.

''Peter, you know you can talk to me, right? That is literally what I'm here for.''

That was all it took, and Peter was spilling his guts. ''I can't sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I see that stupid news video. I can't get it out of my head. Every time, I try to save her, but it's too late. I don't know what to do, it has to stop at some point right?''

Tony sat down next to Peter on the bed. ''I really wish you talked to me sooner. It's gets better I promise. But sometimes you have to talk about it first. You said it's happening every night correct?''

Peter nodded.

''Is something stressing you out?''

What wasn't stressing him out? It seemed like every day he had something new to worry about, his Aunt dying, panic attacks, passing out, watching his Aunt die, throwing up on his idol.

''What's the main stress factor right now?''

That was easy. ''May.''

''Okay, you mentioned something about not being able to save her. Is that what you're worried about?''

Tony just put all of that together like it was nothing. He really was a genius. It was completely right too. All Peter could think about since that phone call, was how he could have stopped all this from happening.

''That's it isn't it?''

Peter nodded, his eyes filling with tears.

''Peter, I told you, it isn't your fault. Come on, there was nothing you could've done.''

''No! I could've stopped her; I was right there! I knew something was wrong, but I didn't do anything! And now May's gone, and I have nobody!''

''Peter, calm down, okay I get it I-''

''No! You don't know how it feels to have everyone you love die! You don't know what's it's like to be completely alone! You still have Pepper, and a whole team full of people who would die for you! I have nobody, everyone that ever loved me is dead!'' Peter was yelling now, not even caring that it made his throat feel worse, until he felt another wave of nausea come in. ''I'm gonna throw up.'' His eyes stung with tears he had been fighting back. Maybe yelling wasn't such a good idea, when he was sick.

Tony:

He sat there in shock. Peter had never raised his voice like that, He had to be holding all that in for a long time. But that wasn't why he was shocked? He was shocked because, something had clicked in his head when Peter said that had ever loved him was dead. His brained focused on only one of those words. Loved.

That was it. He had finally figured out, why he always felt so relaxed when Peter was closer. Why no matter how bad of a day he's had, he could never stop smiling when Peter was around. Why it broke his heart to see Peter in any pain. Why he constantly worried about Peter when he wasn't nearby.

For nearly a full year, he had known Peter, and he was just now figuring out, why no matter what that ridiculous nerdy little teenager did, he could always find it in him to forgive him. It was because he loved him. He, Tony Stark, loved Peter Parker, and nothing anybody could say or do, could ever, ever change that.

''I'm gonna throw up.''

He watched as Peter ran to the bathroom and cringed when he heard Peter coughing. There no way he made it. He had never heard someone throw up like Peter. He would always cough, instead of retching. It wasn't like crazy hacking up your lungs coughing either, it was small and tired sounding. It was actually almost cute.

''Peter you okay in there?'' Tony asked after a few minutes.

''No.'' Said a small voice.

''Can you come out here, so I can check your temperature?''

Peter slowly walked out of the bathroom and sat down on the end of the bed, frustrated.

''It's really hard to try and make a point, when you're sick.''

Tony couldn't help but smile, as he pulled Peter backwards so that his head was on Tony's chest, and hugged him.

''I'm sorry. For yelling at you. You didn't even do anything, I was just, really stressed out I guess.''

''I know, it's okay. It's okay.'' Peter never did anything wrong, and the world was still so cruel to him. Tony could care less if the kid yelled at him once or twice.

''Tony?''

''Yeah?''

''How do you keep living when the one person you were living for is gone?''

Tony's heart broke into a million pieces. ''It's hard at first. You feel like every day is going in slow motion. Like all hope is lost, and you're afraid you'll never be happy again. But like it or not, life goes on, with or without you. So, you wake up every day, and try your best to keep going. And soon enough, you realize that, you haven't even thought about them in a while. You'll feel guilty at first. Like you've betrayed them. But after a while, you start to feel okay. And you start to smile. And you start to feel happy again.''

Tony looked down to see Peter's eyes closing, but Tony could tell he was listening, so he continued.

''You blame yourself for a while. But it's not your fault.''

''But what if it is.''

''It isn't.''

''Did you really just think of that all on the spot? I mean I know you're like a genius and all, but woah! Do you actually know everything?''

Tony chuckled. ''God, I love you Peter.''

Peter gave a small gasp and looked up at Tony.

I said it. Oh my gosh I said it. What if it wasn't the right time?

Peter suddenly sat up and looked Tony straight in the eye.

''What?'' Tony asked, slightly amused at Peter's shock.

''Y-You said...''

''I love you?''

Peter couldn't help but grin widely. Tony couldn't help but think it was absolutely adorable.

Peter fell back against Tony's chest, and Tony gently brushed his hair back, smirking when Peter sighed happily.

''I love you too, Tony.''

Tony. Peter had never called him that. He had finally given up on asking him too.

''Why don't we see if we can get some medicine in you, and then we can go downstairs and watch a movie?'' Before Tony could lift his hand from Peter's hair, Peter's wrist flew up and grabbed Tony's arm, holding it to his head.''

''Geez kid. We can sit here a little longer I guess, but you could've just said something. Didn't have to bruise my arm.''

''Sorry. It was on instinct; my senses went crazy for a second.''

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