T.W- A wittle sad, blood. A wittle more sadness, sowwy.

Summary- Peter is graduating high school.

(Third Person P.O.V)

Peter was happy, i mean why wouldn't he. He is finally leaving school, then going of to MIT, to follow after his dad.

Peter was happy. Really.

But when he would look out into the crowd of people, all here celebrating their child's success. His heart would break just a little bit. Yes Aunt May was there, Pepper and Morgan were also there. Yet he couldn't quite be as happy as everyone around him.

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After the ceremony was over, he wandered away toward his family. Heart still hurting.

Everyone sensed it, hugging him a little tighter with watery smiles.

Morgan was over the moon with joy that her big brother was finished with school. Her joy and happiness seeping into the others, repairing Peter's heart just a little.

After hugs and photos were taken Peter looked down. Taking a deep breath he looked at Pepper and his Aunt, tears shining in his normally joyess bambi eyes.

No words were needed, they knew what he wanted to do. So they nodded solomly, telling him they will meet him back at the tower.

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As Peter was walking, he felt more conflicted than ever. Guilt was eating away at him, blaming him. While another part just wanted to break down and cry for years on end. And the last part, the smallest, felt a little happy, happy that he was there and is able to live his life. He will never be more grateful.

He desperately wanted a hug, someone to tell him that it would be alright. But he knew he couldn't get that specific hug, no one ever would.

Tears fall down his face, screaming in agony and pain, the thoughts catching up to him and eating him alive.

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He hated this place.

It reminded him so much of everything that he lost.

All the pain and suffering he has had to endure, both physically and mentally.

But he wouldn't turn back. Wouldn't leave.

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He sits down, looking out across the vast land of the dead, and cries as he remembers the memory. The memory that will forever haunt him.

-Flashback-

Peter and Tony were happily eating their ice cream, just enjoying each others company, able to have some father and son bonding time.

Peter felt his senses tingle, only slightly though, thinking nothing of it, he ignored it.

God if only he had listened.

"Kid. You okay" Tony asked his son worriedly.

Peter looks up, trying to work out what could happen. "I don't know something feels wron-" Peter is cut of by a bang.

At first he is confused, not comprehending what just happened.

But when his eyes lock on his fathers. And sees the pain.

The light slowly fading, he knows.

His dad was shot.

He can see the gunman running off in the distance, a part of him wanting to go after him. But the other part, the winning part makes him stay. For his dad.

Peter is by his side in a second, tears already free falling down his panicked face.

"Dad. Please don't leave me. I love you, please" Peter cries to his dad, desperately trying to put pressure on the bleeding that doesn't seem close to subsiding.

"I love you Pete. I always will. I-I'm so p-proud of y-you. I-it's n-not yo-your fault b-bubba" He says, his words slightly slurring and stuttering over words.

"No dad. Please, i can't lose you" He looks to the other people and shouts "Please. Someone help my dad". Never has Peter looked so young, with tears falling so fast down his face, holding his dad close and wanting someone to help, to save him.

A shaky hand touches Peters face, bringing him back into the horrible reality of the situation.

Blood drips from Tony's lips as he says quietly "I love you kid".

Then he was gone.

And Peter was more lost than ever.

-End of Flashback-

"I'm sorry dad. I'm so so sorry. Maybe if i had listened to what my senses were saying, you would still be here. Or maybe if i took the bullet for you, maybe then even if i died at least you could see Morgan grow up. I'm so so sorry dad." Peter says, looking at the gravestone in front of him.

Peter shuts his eyes, feeling the wind blow lightly against him, like it's trying to dry his never ending stream of tears.

A small smile gracing his lips as he looks back to the stone, knowing now he must live his best life, not just his, but Tony's. For the both of them.

He takes as deep breath before starting. "I made it dad. I graduated, and i'm going to follow in your footsteps. And i know that you are looking down from Heaven. I'll never forget all the great times we spent together, i promise to never forget how much of a great dad you were, even if you thought you would turn out like Howard, i can promise you didn't, you were the best dad anyone could ask for. Thank you dad. I love you 3000" Peter says, tears subsiding to the odd one or two.

He promised himself here and now, that he will always listen to his senses, always talk to his dad. And try his hardest to be like his dad, he was proud.

He sat beside his dad, just taking in the peace.

Feeling his heart start to heal.

He missed his dad with every fibre of his body. But when the wind blew, it was like his dad was there beside him. His presence filled the empty air, the wind whispering things to him. He was finally starting to feel whole again.

"I love you 3000 dad" Peter said, his voice filled with, pain, sorrow, loss, love, hope.

Tony smiled from beside his son, a proud smile on his ghostly face.

"I love you 3000 too Petey. I will always love you, i'm so proud of you" Tony said, the wind whistling in return.

And Peter smiled, knowing his dad was there.

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