lauren mazzello✨

Steve: I feel this is going to be a dig at me.

Tony: I wore Steve’s clothes.

Like. I LOVE that Tony canonically visits children in hospitals and orphanages and basically gives up the two things he doesn’t actually have a lot of—time and privacy—to make kids feel better. He’s a hero whether he’s in the suit or not, whether he’s fighting supervillains or just letting a bunch of kids who need cheering up climb all over him.

summary: he loved being spider-man, but i think he loved you more

 You hated Tony Stark. Right then, right there, looking at him with your broken and bloodshot eyes, you decided that you hated Tony Stark. Tony Stark, who had taken your boyfriend Peter into space. Tony Stark, who let him die at the ripe age of fifteen years old, before he graduated highschool, before he got a driver’s liscense, before he got to do anything regular teenagers got to do. You hated Tony Stark.

    “He idolized you, you know? Everytime he’d come over he’d be telling some story about you and something cool you did, and I listened and I smiled because I used to love you too. Not as much as Peter. No one loved you as much as Peter did,” You took a deep breath before continuting. “But now, looking you in the face, the man who let a fifteen year old boy die, trying to save your ass, I have no idea why I ever entertained the idea of heroes. Peter Parker was the only real hero. And he’s dead. That’s your fault.”

     And Tony didn’t say anything. He didn’t say anything when you fell to the ground, and he didn’t say anything when he saw you slap Steve’s hand away when he offered to help you up. He said nothing. He didn’t make a single noise and for some reason it only made you angrier. You didn’t want to be angry anymore. You didn’t want anything but Peter.

     The words continued to pour out of your shaking mouth no matter how many times you yelled at yourself to stop it. “Did you love him? Did you even know anything about him? Did you care?” You shot your questions like arrows straight at Tony (Mr. Stark! Mr. Stark said I did great!) (That’s great, baby. I’m so proud of you,) You watched as his eyes fell to the ground, maybe in shame, perhaps in sadness. Somewhere in between.

     “He loved being Spider-Man,” his breath hitched. “But I think he loved you more.” And you fell apart, fell to the marble ground of the Avengers Compound, the last place he stepped on Earth. You pulled his beanie over your head in an attempt to hide you eyes, and stood shakily and unsteadily, beginning to walk to the elevator.

    “Y/N, wait.”

    “You know my name?” You spoke in the softest voice you had all day.

    Tony gestured to the other Avengers. “We all do. Boy never stopped worrying about you. He went up there, to space, for you. To keep you safe. He did it all for you and May.” Your eyes shot from him, to Steve, to Sam, to everyone in the room.

    “What?”

     “He loved you.”

     “I loved him — I still do. He was too good for me.”

     “Yeah, come here kid.”

    You swallowed, “I’m sorry. I have no idea what came over me, yelling at a bunch of Avengers,” you looked to the floor. “Can I — do you have the mask?” Your voice cracked with every word, the same way Peter’s did whenever he was beaten and bruised and crawling through your window when he was supposed to be at home resting. You hated seeing your boyfriend like that, but now, you wished a thousand times he’d just limp into the ruin, just a little bit injured, because that would be so much better than the hell you’re facing now.

   Tony pulled a dirtied red mask out of his pocket, slowly handing it to you as you swiped your fingers under your eyes in an attempt to wipe tears. “He was just so good, you know? He wanted what was best for everyone. I wish he was a little more selfish,” you whispered. The white eyes were lifeless, not widening, not shrinking, just sitting there. Your voice was almost gone. Steve put his hand on your shoulder, before you turned around and hugged his body tightly. “I’m sorry. And I know you did the best you could.”

   “Peter used to talk about you a lot. (Y/N) said this and (Y/N) laughed at my joke! you two were good for each other. It was annoying. He loved you,” Steve said. It did nothing but make your heart ache.

  You took in a breath slowly. “I loved him. So much. I still do. And it hurts so bad,” you turned to Tony. “Does it ever get easier? Will I ever eat Thai without thinking about him, or watch Star Wars, or even sit in Chemistry because his hand isn’t under the table to hold mine?” your breath hitched for the upteenth time. “He didn’t deserve this. He loved too much.”

   “I know, kid, I know. He was, is, one of the best kids I ever knew.” You hadn’t realized Tony was crying. You hadn’t realized everyone in the room was teary eyed. “And I regret ever thinking anything other than that. He just wanted to help.”

  “That’s all he ever wanted,” you muttered. “To help. But dying isn’t gonna help me, or May.”

   Peter didn’t live at the Avengers Compound, but often over weekends he would train and spend the night. You always voted against it, since you wanted to be with him all the time, but you knew he just wanted to get better. “His room, where is it?”

   “I, I’ll take you,” Sam offered, following you to the elevator.

   “Oh, thanks.”

   “I used to make fun of him all the time you know? It was always a joke, and I know he knew that, but I wish I could’ve given him a hug or something. He had a better heart than any one of us. He refused to kill. No matter who it was. He just couldn’t,” He stepped out of the elevator. “Straight down, on the left. I’ll wait here.”

   You said nothing as you walked to the door, took a deep breath, and turned the knob. Peter Parker’s room here, just as it was at home, was a mess. Bed unmade, dirty shirts littered the floor and a couple pencils lay near his bed frame. It was utterly Peter Parker. A couple photos sat on his desk — you and May, together, smiling. Peter always preferred to be behind the camera. You, Peter, and Ned with matching royal blue sweatshirts that read Midtown School of Science and Technology framing an atom. Little notes you slipped him in the two classes you did have together (you look cute today - do you understand - is that my beanie? - you should come over tonight - i love you) You saw a tear fall on the brown surface of the desk. You and him at Homecoming freshman year, his glasses sitting on his face and arm around your waist. A little red dress clung to your body. Happy then. Anxious and saddened now.

   You forced yourself to look away and slowly moved to his closet. There wasn’t much there, just a pair of jeans and that one sweatshirt of yours he swore you lost at school. You couldn’t bring yourself to laugh. The navy blue sheets of his bed lay crumpled and folded over, along with three pillows, just the way he liked it. A retainer case was on the nightstand, that stupid retainer he hated so much that you loved. Everything was dialed to eleven and you felt like you could explode at any moment. You crouched the floor to steady yourself.

    And you stayed there for what could’ve been minutes, could’ve been hours. Time had not been your first priority, until someone knocked. You couldn’t have answered if you tried. The door widened.

   “You know,” Steve Rogers got down and sat next to you. “There was a time where I thought I lost Bucky. And I didn’t take care of myself. But I need you to. I need you to love yourself like he loved you. Not only for yuorself, but for his Aunt, and his friends. A boy like that was bound to have some really close friends.”

   Images of Ned flashed through your mind. “He did.”

   “He idolized you guys,” you repeated.

GROOT IS FUCKING TEXTING WHILE THE WORLD IS ENDING 

 Peter finished his final stretch and looked over to the side, seeing your boyfriend. A wave of jealously came washing over him, he narrowed his eyes towards your boyfriend as he started to stretch.

‘’He’s so ugly.. I don’t even know what Y/N sees in him.’‘ peter sighs in disappointment.

 You entered the room and started walking up to your boyfriend. When you reached him, you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in for a kiss. Peter groaned in disgust and turned away, his eyebrows furrowing.

‘‘Wow.. She’s really into him if she’s doing that much kissing with him.’‘ ned says, his eyes still laid on you two.

‘‘Will you shut up Ned? You’re really not helping.’‘ peter snarls, glaring over at ned.

 Ned apologizes and you stopped kissing your boyfriend. You bopped his nose and told him you were going to go wash up. As you made your way to the girls locker room, you walked passed Peter and Ned.

‘‘Hey Peter. Hey Ned.’‘ you smile, waving at them.

 Peter turned beet-red and waved, Ned said hello and waved back. You made your way into the locker-room and Peter was completely in love.

‘‘See. Not only is she popular, but she’s such a nice person. You don’t see much of that in popular chicks.’‘ ned states, making peter nod his head in agreement.

‘‘That why I like her much.’‘ peter sighs with a smile plastered on his face.

 Peter looked back over at your boyfriend, seeing another girl walking up to him. He continued to watch as the girl started to chat with him. She started to twirl her hair flirtatiously as he bit his lip like he was into her. Your boyfriend suddenly grabbed the girl by her waist and pulled her in. Peter’s eyes went wide and his mouth dropped right to the ground, he twisted around to Ned who just witnessed the exact same thing.

 Ned’s mouth was wide open, probably wider than Peter’s was. He looked back at your boyfriend who was still making out with that girl.

'’I can’t believe it..’’

‘‘He’s cheating on Y/N!!’‘ peter screeched in anger.

‘‘We have to do something about this.’‘ ned declared, raising his finger up in the air.