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Peter leant through window in his room at Stark Tower. He watched people walk by like ants as he drew in breaths of the fresh air and tried to understand how he’d got to this point. He wasn’t the religious type but as he thought back to the Sundays of his childhood, being dragged to church by Aunt May- his breath hitched even at the thought of her name- he began to wonder if what he was feeling now, that overwhelming longing for her to still be there somewhere, was why she believed. After Ben though, that’s when she gave up on church. He wasn’t sure why, maybe that she had to pick up more shifts after his death or maybe she just gave up on the idea of a merciful god after another family member was torn away from her. He’d never know now.
He heard someone enter the room and realised it was Tony. “Pete, Peter what are you doing? Get back from there! I know it’s bad but please don’t-“
Peter cut him off by moving back from the window he was hanging out of.
Tony let go of his breath and wrapped Peter in a hug. “It’s ok. Its ok, Pete.”
“I wasn’t gonna jump, I don’t think. I just, I don’t understand what’s going on with me, with the world, I cry at night, just to try and let it all out, but I just feel so weird all the time.”
“Peter. I promise you that eventually it’ll get better. I still cry some nights, we all do. But eventually that hope will come back and you’ll start moving forward again. I promise. But till then, you just wait in the moment and let me do the heavy lifting, yeah?”
“yeah.”