Peter looked down. Down, at the streets full of people. Down, at the glassy streets, where the tears coming from the sky resided. Down, where people were talking about their futures. Down, at the people who forgot him.
Feeling his own tears come, he quickly looked up. Up, to where May was probably watching him. Up, to where his dad was. Up, to where Uncle Ben was, and where his parents were. Up, to the people he would soon join.
Closing his eyes, he saw the darkness. And- of course he did. After all, his eyes were closed. But how he wished to see. To see something that would give him hope. To see A light at the end of the tunnel. But there wasn´t. There was no light. No happy ending.
By now he felt tears flow down his cheeks. But he couldn´t sob. How could he, after all?
“Tony Stark! He´s alive after all” Peter heard a news reporter say somewhere below, and his eyes widened. No. This… No. Shakily looking down, he saw it. He saw Tony Stark, his father-slash-mentor, giving his paparazzi smile. He couldn´t breathe. Tonywasalive.
He shakily leaned back. He could… He could stop and just- and just continue living his life. But… No. Tony wouldn't remember him anyway. He would just be another suicide. Another death, to the millions. Peter leaned back over the ledge, the tears falling down the building.
Peter chuckled.
He imagined the tear landing on someone. That would be… That would be funny. He thinks. Them thinking its rain…
With every thought he itched closer to the ledge. Just one more inch…
Someone cleared their throat behind him. “And what are you doing?” he heard… Was that Uncle Rhodes? He was one of Peter´s favourite uncles… At least before the whole Multiverse fiasco happened. Those were the fun times.
“Enjoying the view” he robotically answered, and the older man actually let out a small chuckle. “Step away, would ya?” he asked, gently, and Peter just gave a small hum. “What´s your name?” The older tried again, and Peter looked to the side. “Peter… Peter Parker” he mumbled, and Rhodes´s eyes widened. “Parker?” he asked, and Peter nodded slowly, confused. “You´re Spiderman, right? You like to eat Thai, like to build Lego with your friend Ned, are a complete nerd, and you- you know a lot of memes”
Peter stared wide eyed, slowly standing up. “How- How do you know that?” he whispered, and the man smiled gently. “Tony. He died for a few minutes and that was probably when… Strange did his magic. We talked to him and he´s already looking for a way to make us remember” Rhodey answered, and Peter stared at him.
“Don´t- don´t jump. Please.” Rhodey whispered, and Peter gulped. “I know I don´t remember you, but Tony told me. Told me how you were my nephew- and how we would always mess around with each other, pretending we disliked each other- Please” And how could Peter say no to that? He walked a few steps, before he ran straight into his uncle's arms.
He didn´t sob, no, but silently the tears were falling down. He couldn´t muster the energy to sob.
Because they could remember. They- his father Remembers.
“It´s going to be alright, Petey-Pie”