To you who knew me best

An unnamed individual stands on the street across the previously known Stark-no Avengers tower. Hands in his jacket’s pockets, feeling very much like the small child he had been when he first met the man who used to own this piece of architectural landmark. “Hey Mr. Stark.” He stood on the balls of his feet, not even being able to look up.“I screwed the pooch. Really really hard.” _______________________Series of one sided conversations from Peter to those who knew him best.

I gave in. Marvel really hurt me in No Way Home. So I'm writing my feelings out. Suffer with me. ♡♡♡