Gravestones
“Hey Mr. Stark.” Peter whispered as he arrived to a specific gravestone, “i hope heaven’s been treating you good..” Peter smiled softly, “I brought you some flowers! I didn’t really know what type of flowers you liked so I just got the ones that remind me most of you..” Peter said as he placed the bouquet of roses against Tony’s gravestone. “I chose roses because you were prickly and didn’t want people touching you.. but people couldn’t help but want to be near you..” Peter said, smiling the best he could. “Cheesy, I know..”
“Today was alright, I went to the coffee shop MJ works at, she of course didn’t remember me, nor did Ned. But that’s to be expected..” Peter stifled a sad laugh, “um.. I know you probably are like, ‘cut to the chase kid’ but it’s a little difficult to say I guess.” Peter held in a breath, having a hard time choosing whether or not he wanted to say anything.
“Well.. you are like the only person I can go to. Cause other than May you knew me the best. But..” Peter’s eyes were watery, “I don’t know if I’m fit for this.. ahem. What I mean is.. I don’t think I’m fit for… life.. anymore. It’s- it’s not like I’m suicidal-..” Peter paused, “scratch that last part... uhm, I don’t know Mr. Stark.. it’s just not how it use to be. I have no one, and I mean no one. No one remembers me, I’m only good for people as spider-man. And, and I-“ Peter tries to speak through muffled sobs.
“I hate everything Mr. Stark.” Peter whispered, “I just want to die. There’s nothing left for me. What good am I to anyone. E-Even Happy doesn’t remember me. I’m- I’m so so alone. I’ve lost everything.” Peter sobbed, trying to wipe away his tears that seemed to not stop.
“I don’t know how much longer I can hang on..” Peter whispered to himself. Peter stared at the sky, taking a bit to think. After a few minutes Peter looked back at the grave. “I guess I’ve made up my mind.” Peter chuckled harshly “See you later Mr. Stark.” Peter said, tears falling down his face.
Peter made his way to the store downtown. Not just any store, a gun store. He bought himself a pistol. “You buying this for someone else?” The man asked, Peter looked at him, “No, for myself.” “Alrighty, be safe with that thing, could kill someone.” The man stated, giving Peter a quick smile. “I know.” Peter said giving an awkward smile. Peter paid for the gun and made his way out of the store.
Peter climbed to the top of a building. He pulled out the pistol, loading it up. He sat on top of the building for a while, contemplating. He wished someone would stop him, someone would see him and rush to his aid and make him feel what he lost again. He had some kind of hope, just for some miracle to happen. But this was reality, and he knew better than to be delusional.
Peter pulled out his phone, opening Tony Stark’s contact. Pressing call, knowing it would go to voicemail. The phone rang, and Peter waited. The phone then went to voicemail, playing what Tony had set up, “This is Tony Stark, please don’t leave a message after the call, or do, I don’t care.” It was sarcastic, but it definitely sounded like Tony.
Peter, most nights, would call Tony just to leave voicemails. Knowing the man would never see them but it comforted him. He also called just to hear his voice once more. But now, this was his final voicemail. “Ahem. Um. Hi. it’s me Peter, again, I know. And I want to leave you this message..” Peter trembled, “I am going to die.” Peter took a shaky breath. “I have a pistol in my hand.” Peter teared up. “I miss you a lot Mr. Stark.” Peter sobbed.
“I wish you were here.” Peter looked at the gun, “I wonder if you’d be disappointed right now.” Peter slowly brought the gun to under his chin. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be what you wanted me to.” Peter’s finger was on the trigger, his hands shaking. Peter choked on a sob, “I’m so so sorry.” Peter paused one last time, “I love you Tony.” The pistol went off and the phone hung up at the same time. Multiple things hit the roof of the building. A phone, a gun, and Peter.
Peter’s body wasn’t found until a four days later.