Summary- Peter goes on a mission, it was meant to be easy. Everyone was meant to be okay. Alright.

T.W- Blood, sadness and some more sadness.

(Peter's P.O.V)

The scream tore through my throat, ripping at my vocal cords, shredding it to pieces and breaking hearts at the pain that is felt throughout the scream.

The spear sits painfully through my chest, tearing endlessly at the blood vessels and muscles that make me, me.

The blood drips just as fast as the tears, blood mixes with the salty water that flows from my eyes.

The pain is white hot, never ending, searing it's way around me.

I hear distant shouts as the world blurs and i'm falling.

The sorrowfulness accompanies the pain, like a duo, i know i will die, nothing and no one can save me.

My eyes blur with the constant stream of tears and the pain blacked out some of my vision around the edges.

The world seems to turn silent, but not the nice kind, the kind that has a white noise along with it.

The scary kind of silence that holds more power than a scream, i hear nothing yet hear everything.

The floor feels rough; uncomfterble and the world feels like it's falling all around me, dropping away and leaving me alone and dying.

The pain morphs the deadly silent world around me, contouring everything into dark and light splotches.

Sound starts to reach my ears, but it's distant and surreal.

Something is hovering over me, i can only just see it, with the darkness encircling my vision from the outside.

Blinking sluggishly i try to focus, the thing in front of me lets out a sob, or at least i think that's what it was.

Slowly the world focuses a little more and i see the thing in front of me is my dad.

I try to speak, to cry for help, to be saved.

But instead a choked breath is all that is received and blood dripping from my parted lips.

I can make out the tears falling rapidly from his eyes as he kneels beside me, a shaking hand reaching toward my hand and grabbing mine tentatively.

"I'm here Bambi. You gotta hold on for me."

His voice sounds scared, maybe a little hopeful, but as i look into his eyes i see the horrible acceptance, that nothing can save me.

The pain comes in waves, blacking my vision when it becomes too much, the earth taunting me with death.

Heaven and earth having a tug o war with me, fighting for me to stay or leave.

I'm snapped back to reality as a trembling hand touches my cheek, holding my head lightly, having no strength myself to hold it up.

A calloused thumb brushes away the few stray tears that fall from my dying eyes.

"You have to fight for me. Please bubba" My dad pleads from above me, I try to reply but the pain is like the ocean.

It is dragging me down, drowning me and suffocating me.

Shakily i lift my weary head and look toward the accusing weapon, the spear lays there, blood oozing around it, staining the ground around me.

I know it has gone straight through me, i can feel the coldness seeping into my veins and the little amount of blood left feeling the air from the hole in my chest.

"I don't wanna go" I croak out, pain lacing every word.

Dad cries harder and nods saying "I know Petey. You'll be okay, alright you're fine Bambi, you're alright" he replies, trying to soothe my dying soul.

But i know he is lying, i can feel it, i can feel the death creeping closer and closer.

I nod slightly, only agreeing to make my dad feel a little more at ease.

We all know my fate.

I lift my arms, trying not to sob as i make a slight grabby motion with my hands.

My dad notices and understands.

He carefully pulls me into him, the spear moves painfully in me and i bite back a scream rising in my throat.

I lean my head against his arc reactor and he cards his hand through my hair, i can feel my breath leaving my body, only just being able to drag enough air into my lungs.

The darkness in my eyes is racing in, the pain increasing with every agonising breath.

With a cry my dad says "It's okay buddy, you can let go. Rest Bambi, it's okay bubba, it's okay".

I shut my eyes, and feel peace wash over me, in the distance i hear a cry and someone say "I love you so much. I'm so proud of you".

The darkness swallows me and i feel nothing, i take one last breath, breathing out an almost silent "I love you", before there is no more air.

(Third Person P.O.V)

Tony looks down at his lifeless son, tears falling down his broken face.

He holds Peter close and sees one last tear drop from the dead hero in his arms, a tear from an angel, Tony's angel.

As Tony wipes away his sons last tear he whispers, "I lost my angel. I'm so sorry".

He cradles his son close, cursing himself and the spear, still sat comfortably in the broken child's chest.

"I'm so sorry my angel" He cries out to his son.

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