It was seven months after everything happened. After Mysterio reveal Peter’s secret identity, and Peter attempted to clean up the mess by a spell casted by doctor strange. A full seven months of no one knowing who he was. A very lonely, seven months.
In a dungeon located in Russia: Tony Stark awoke from a brief power nap, jumping out of bed to finish his work. He had watched himself die after defeating Thanos, or, he watched an illusion someone had made of him dying, while he lay there, as a mysterious force held him back from going up to them. He was helpless as he watched Pepper and Peter mourn him. He knew he couldn’t camp out in the basement forever, but he kept saying “one more month, than i’ll tell everyone i’m alive”.
Back in Queens: Peter sat on top of delmar’s deli. Mr. Delmar not remembering him wasn’t strange, but it was just a small reminder that absolutely no one remembers him, and he truly has no one. Even the usually friendly cat doged his pets with a suspicious meow. He opened his phone and scrolled through Ned and Mj’s videos. A drop of blood fell from his nose, and he quickly shoved his phone back in his pocket, trying to prevent his eyes from tearing up.
Mr. Stark still knew who Peter Parker was, the force that held him back must have shielded him from spells, or maybe it was the illusion of his death that did it.
Tony decided that he wanted to be back in New York in twenty-four hours. He couldn’t take the loneliness anymore. He was shocked that he even let that bother him, but he wanted to be back in the tower.
“FRIDAY, locate Peter Parker”
“Peter Parker is at Delmar’s”
He flew to the deli quietly, as to not alert anybody he was there. He watched in third person as he saw a weird, unsettling image. The kid, alone, blood dripping down his face, and tears in his eyes? he looked miserable. And why was he wearing his suit with no mask?
The next day, Peter woke up from less than two hours of sleep in a cold sweat, miserable again, to banging on his door. He put on his suit, prepared for a bad guy to come out at him. It didn’t even cross his mind that no one, let alone a bad guy would know where he lives. He open the door and was shocked to see the iron man suit standing in front of him. Out of curiosity, he reached for the face, when he opened it, the inside of the mask revealed itself to be empty. He signed, knowing he should have expected that.
The suit only stayed a few seconds, then flew off. Peter couldn’t sit alone depressed anymore. He wanted to tell everyone who he was, but something deep down held him back. What if everyone was better without him? Honestly, he only ever put Ned and Mj in danger, they would be happier if they never knew he existed. And after Mr. Stark died, there was really no point in going to the tower and saying “hey, you guys don’t remember me but i’m the random intern that used to tag along with you guys fighting villains”. He opened his door, ready for either a brand new day, or the same day he had lived for seven whole months, when he spotted a note on the floor. It read: 67 ave, 15 minutes from now. be there.
“Why not” he signed. He swung over to the address in his pocked, and stood there confused when it led him to an empty plot of land. His spidey sense lit up, and he stepped forward as to not get hit by the elevator emerging out of the ground. He turned around, and was greeted by Mr. Stark.
“What… I don’t understand.. well, I’m Peter Parker, you don’t know me but, you used to..”
“Why wouldn’t I know you, kid?”
“Wait.. you know who I am? You know who Peter Parker is? Is it really you? how? i watched you.. um.. die”
“Um.. yes? why.. would you think i wouldn’t know who you are? and, ik, i didn’t really die, that was an illusion”
Tony and Peter went into the elevator and back into the base that Tony had somehow found a way to transport from Russia to Queens, and had a long conversation of everything that had happened. Tony sat there, feeling nauseous at the thought of what this kid had been going through. He was alone, he had absolutely nobody.
“I don’t suppose this place has Advil?” Peter asked. He didn’t want to express it, but his head was throbbing. It had been all week
“Sure kid” Mr. Stark shot a concern look “kid, you ok?”
“yeah yeah.. fine… well, yeah fine”
Mr. Stark stepped away to grab the medicine, but he also had FRIDAY scan Peter’s recent behavior, which showed him Peter taking an Advil five days in a row, today being the sixth. He signed, what was going on with the kid? how could he help him?
He came back to see Peter with dried nose above his lip. He tried to hand the kid the pill, but Peter was zoned out and unresponsive.
“Kid.. kid!” Tony yelled “say something”
Peter gasped, his eyes flickering with fear.
“Kid.. what.. what happened? what was that?” Mr. Stark asked as he handed him the medicine and a glass of water
“I don’t know i just.. i was sitting here, waiting for you to come back, and then i realized i wasn’t here, i mean i was, but this place was different, darker, then i heard it”
ok i don’t know who is reading this but wait till tomorrow to see what he heard!! (ps i didn’t proof read this so hopefully it’s not bad and the grammar is ok)
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