Hey guys! So here is the second (and the ending:( ) chapter. But no worries, I started a new Tony-Peter fanfic. One-shots before Infinity War, no depression just fun. I hope you will like it too. Yapp and Hungarians, hands up! Tudom, hogy ti is olvastok ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).
Two years have passed since Thanos, since Infinity War, since the man who had been like a father to Peter had died.
Today is Peter's graduation day. He's sitting between his classmates in the usual gown and cap listening to Michelle's speech.
He looks around the crowd of the parents. His eyes stop on Aunt May for a moment. She waves and struggles with her tears. Peter looks away. He can't help but vainly search for one person in particular: his dad.
Initially he had been mad at Tony. He had cried desperately by his body for hours, then raged at home for hours more. Tony had left him. He had left Peter, just like his parents, like Uncle Ben.
Like everybody.
Eventually Peter had realized that Tony had sacrificed himself so he had a chance to live. Gradually, the rage shifted into something more like emptiness. There would be no more tinkering in the lab, movie nights, or driving lessons. And they wouldn't celebrate Peter's graduation together either.
Before Infinity War, Tony had promised Peter that whether the kid wanted it or not, he would be at his graduation, and he would be the loudest parent of all.
The scene unwittingly replayed in his mind.
He had spent that weekend by Tony. They had been sitting in the kitchen eating breakfast when the man had asked:
"Have you thought about university yet? I have some pull at MIT." The man had secretly always wanted Peter to attend to the same university as he.
"I have a few years to think about it," Peter had laughed.
"What? When are you going to graduate?"
"Three years more - but you don't have to come!" he had added rapidly, because he knew Tony.
"Are you ashamed of your old man? You bet I'll be there! Who would embarrass you in front of your friends if I didn't go?"
They had both burst out into laughter.
This memory makes his heart shatter, but he doesn't let the tears stream down on his cheek this time. He forces himself to be stronger, because he knows Tony wouldn't want to see him like that, and he still wants to make Tony proud.
So he stands up and takes his certificate.
As his hand grasps the diploma, he knows one thing for sure.
He's never going to forget Tony Stark.