A/N: I haven't updated this in forever, I'm sorry! I'm currently working on a new P/O story, so until it's ready to be posted, here are a few drabbles :)

I wrote this months ago during a 'prompt!night' on tumblr; the prompt was 'Peter visits the blue!Peter grave'. I had never thought about it until I had to write about it, so this came out of nowhere. Oh, and I still firmly believe Peter is home, I don't know why I keep writing him going back to another timeline xD

GRAVE

One of the first things Peter does when he makes it back home –and by home he means in a timeline in which his father doesn't look away with insane panic in his eyes, or in which Olivia would rather nestle her face in the crook of his neck than treat him like a dangerous child- is to visit his own grave.

He keeps thinking his life can't get any weirder, but every time this thought crosses his mind, it comes back to bite him in the ass, a little harder every time.

He doesn't really know what he expects, by doing this. He knows he's not going to get a wondrous epiphany, and by now, he has seen alternates versions of different people standing together in the same room often enough to know that the universes aren't going to implode if he dares stand upon his grave.

Unsurprisingly, he ends up simply standing there a bit awkwardly, hands buried deep in the pockets of his peacoat, his breath forming a white cloud in the air every time his exhales. He stares at his own name, carved years and years ago upon the stone, and doesn't even feel remotely freaked out. He briefly thinks about his mom, and wonders if she used to come here in secret, even when she was busy rising him the rest of the time, when she wasn't trying to drown herself in her whiskey. But he pushes that thought away; it is neither the place nor the time to think about her.

He sighs heavily, then, the cloud bigger and thicker, briefly blurring the words. But a second later, the air is clear again, all of his questions and regrets once more invisible.

And there is only one thing he can ask him.

"What would you have done, in my place?"