Authors Note:

I am new to fanfiction! One thing you should know about me is that I am a HUGE Marvel fan! Please review and comment! I do have more already written. However, I am open to ideas! I am a busy person, but I will try to have a descent schedule going until this story ends. Enough rambling, I now present to you: Living Life as Best as Possible- please enjoy, 3000!

Chapter 1: Sudden Disaster

Tony Stark had married Pepper Potts. A year later, they had a child of their own. Morgan H. Stark was now 4 years old. But then one morning at 2 am., Tony received a call from Happy.

"Tony, it's Happy. There has been an accident." Happys' voice sounded sad.

"What…who?" Tony said.

"It's May and Peter. They were on their way home from dinner and..."

"Are they okay?" Tony snapped.

"Peter has a concussion and May she… she didn't make it."

"Where are they?" "Memorial Hospital."

Tony got dressed as quickly as possible. He drove to the hospital, trying to think about all the things he was going to need to do. First, though, he wanted to see how Peter was. When he arrived at the hospital, Peter was sitting in the ER waiting room, with Happy. Peter didn't even look up. Tony ran over to Peter, crouching down to look and talk to him. "Pete."

Peter looked up at his mentor. His eyes were puffy, bruised, and red-rimmed from crying. "M-Mr. Stark, w-what… I-I mean you…" Peter realized he couldn't even talk correctly, so he just trailed off.

Tony patted his arm gently, "It's okay, bud. I am here. How's your head?"

"Um… it hurts." Peter's voice cracked. All he wanted to do was cry, but he was tired. His head throbbed. He had a concussion and some bruises. Tony got up and went to call someone on his phone. Peter assumed it was Pepper or someone like that. He didn't care, he just wanted May back. After a few minutes, Tony came over to Peter with a soda in his hand, "Here. You need to drink something."

Peter just shook his head.

"Pete, why don't you come to the tower and get some rest. The doctor's released you. Dr. Banner can work on some pain meds for you. Besides, that healing of yours is working, so you are going to want to sleep." Tony said gently, trying his best to hold it together.

Peter debated for a moment and then nodded. Peter swung his backpack over his shoulders. Mr. Stark put his arm around him and led him to the car. It was silent the whole way to the tower. When they pulled up, Mr. Stark helped Peter out. Peter was beginning to feel weak because he hadn't eaten in hours and his healing ability was tiring him. Plus, his killer headache wasn't helping one bit. Mr. Stark led him to the living room. Peter just slumped on the couch. It was now almost 3:30 in the morning. Pepper had come down from upstairs.

She went over to Tony, who was making a couple of sandwiches for Peter. "Tony, everything okay?"

"No, not really."

"Well the guest room is all set up."

Tony gave Pepper a kiss on the head, "Thanks, Pep. Try to get some sleep, we have a long road ahead."

Peter was barely awake when Tony came over with the sandwiches and a Gatorade. "Here, Pete."

Peter grabbed a sandwich and started to eat it. He felt sick to his stomach, but he didn't want to make Mr. Stark worry more. When Peter had finished his sandwich and some of the Gatorade, he stared at his knees, wringing his hands. "Come on, Pete. Let's get you to bed." Tony helped Pete upstairs. "Try to get some sleep, kiddo. We will talk in the morning, okay?"

"Th-thank you, Mr. Stark."

The next afternoon around 1 pm., Peter made his way into the kitchen. Tony looked up in surprise. He had been distracted by Morgan, who was helping her color in a color book. "Hey, Pete. Feeling any better?" Peter nodded. He had almost forgotten Mr. Stark had a little girl now. Morgan got off the barstool and went to Peter, "Hi, Peter." Peter nodded, "Hey, sweetie." Tony put waffles in the toaster for Peter. Morgan took Peter's hand and led him to the barstool that she had been previously at. Tony gave Morgan a quick smile. Peter sat on the barstool and Morgan pulled her crayons and book over. "Here." Morgan said handing a crayon to Peter. "You can help me color, if you want." Peter didn't really want to, but he was not about to be rude. He started coloring a little. When Tony had finished the waffles, he handed Peter the syrup and slid the plate over to him.

Tony looked over at Morgan, "Let Peter eat now. Besides, you need to get ready for the day."

"Are we still going to see the movie, dad?"

Tony had promised Morgan that they would all go see a movie that afternoon. But Peter was in no shape to go anywhere and there were tons of things to do. "Um, Uncle Rhodey said he would take you."

"But- you said we would go. I don't want to go with Uncle Rhodey!" Morgan cried.

"Sorry Morgan."

Peter just stared at his plate. Great. He had ruined their family plans. He turned around in his seat, "Mr. Stark, don't cancel your plans because of me. I-I can go to Ned's or I-."

Tony held his hand up, "No, Pete. You don't have to go anywhere. It's okay. Morgan can go with Rhodey."

Peter felt horrible both physically and mentally. Pepper made an appearance and went over to the island that Peter was sitting at. "Pete, honey. You feeling alright?" Peter nodded. "Good. So, I don't want to overwhelm you right now, but I do need to ask you a couple of things." Tony came over and sat next to Peter. Pepper continued, "Was your room okay? Do you need anything else?"

"No, n-no, it's fine, Mrs. Stark." Pepper nodded, "Pete, we almost have your aunt's funeral plans ready. Would you like to do anything else or add anything?"

She handed him an I-pad with a list. He wished a hole would swallow him up. "Peter, I know it seems fast. If you want…"

"Do whatever you want. I don't care." Peter growled.

He was frustrated because of his grief and how exhausted he felt. When Peter realized how he sounded, he was afraid Tony would be upset with him. Peter put his head down into his folded arms and sobbed. Tony just wrapped himself around Peter and held him. After about a few minutes, Peter managed to pull himself together. Tony asked Friday to order Chinese food and pizza. Peter couldn't help but smile a little at the sound of pizza.

"Hey, Pete. Why don't you rest until the food comes?"

Peter nodded and managed to lay his head down on a couch cushion. The next thing he knew, he heard Morgan's little voice chatting away to her dad. Peter sat up on the couch and rubbed his eyes with his hoodie sleeve.

"Hey kiddo, ready to eat?" Tony asked from across the room.

Whenever Tony ordered food before, Pete would hurry to grab 4 slices of pizza and two boxes of Chinese food-much to Tony's delight. But now, Peter just slowly made his way to the kitchen island and grabbed one slice of pizza, eating it slowly. He was missing Aunt May immensely but was tired of crying. That is pretty much all he had done the past couple of days. However, his train of thought was interrupted when he noticed Tony and Pepper laughing at Morgan. She ate almost as much food as Peter would normally eat. She had 3 slices of pizza on her plate.

"Gees, Morgan. Slow down." Pepper said, almost laughing.

When dinner was over, Tony suggested a movie. Pepper popped popcorn. It was for everyone, but she hoped Peter would eat most of it.

Morgan went over to Tony and leaned against his knees, "Can I have ice cream?"

Tony smirked a little, "You just had three slices of pizza and you want ice cream?"

"Uh-huh."

Tony nodded, getting up to get ice cream.

Morgan cuddled up next to Peter. She really liked Peter and wanted to be with him more. They had become fairly close the past year.

When Tony came back with a small bowl of ice cream, he looked over at Peter and handed him the remote. "Here, Pete. You choose a movie, anything you want."

Peter just stared at the remote and shook his head. "If it's okay with you, I am just going to go get some sleep."

"Okay, that's fine. If you need anything, let me or FRIDAY know."

Peter nodded and headed upstairs.

That night, Peter woke up screaming, sobbing, and sweating from a nightmare. He had watched his Aunt die. There was blood everywhere and she was dead. Tony came in the room in less than two minutes. Peter was writhing in his bed and crying.

"Peter. It's okay. Shh…. It's just a dream. I am here. I got you." He rubbed circles on Pete's back.

Peter was out of it, not recalling how Tony had gotten a water bottle.

"Breathe, Pete."

Peter tried to obey. His harsh crying soon became soft sobs and coughs. Tony opened and held the water bottle out to the teen. Peter's hands were shaking, so Tony quickly realized he would have to help him. Peter just clung to Tony's shirt and put his head against his chest. Tony repositioned himself so that Peter was pretty much sitting on his lap, like a baby. Tony rocked him back and forth, which was extremely comforting to Peter. When he noticed Peter's grip loosen, he looked down to see the teen drifting off to sleep.

End of the first chapter- What a rollercoaster! Please let me know if you want me to continue! As I said above, I have more written. Thanks for reading the first chapter! Happy reading!