Chapter 6
Peter sniffled and lifted his head out of his knees and stared at the starry night sky his eyes puffy from crying and his body cold from the snow.
He put his knees down and laid letting snowflakes land on his face.
There was no better way to put his emotions into words other than he felt,
numb.
He remembers the first night after the spell was casted, the night Aunt May died, the night he visited MJ’s coffee shop, it was the night he had cried the most in his life.
The following days after he didn’t cry.
Because why would he?
What was the point of crying over something that would never change?
It wasn’t like crying would magically bring his dead relatives back and make his best friends remember him right?
So why waste his tears on life being unfair?
That wasn’t going to magically make it more fair.
He had created a dam over the last few days for himself.
And on Christmas Eve, a tiny hole broke through his dam and he let most of the water of his emotions flow out.
And when he saw his Fathe- Beck.
The dam almost completely broke.
That was just another problem he’d have to deal with, Beck.
Beck, Mysterio, whatever you wanna call him was a hammer that shattered the glass of Peter’s life.
Peter mainly blamed himself for his problems, but he couldn’t help but feel anger towards the man who had revealed his identity in the first place.
The man he once dare he say it, trust.
A small tiny part of him in the back of his mind new it could really be his Dad being back to life and not Beck.
But the universe had clearly showed how much they hated the teenage boy, why would they suddenly deem him worthy of his Dad magically being alive and remembering him?
He knew he had to work on rebuilding his dam, he broke it too much for one night.
Then he heard it, the sound of Ironmans familiar suit.
That could be dead silent if Tony wanted it to be, but it wasn’t.
Peter was exhausted from crying and freezing and just wanted to go home in a bundle of blankets and fall asleep.
He was too tired to fight right now.
But of course it didn’t matter if he was tired did it?
Peter turned to stare at “Beck” and wasn’t amused to see him with a soft smile his father use to give him and his hands in the air showing he ‘meant no harm’.
”When you were 5 you begged Harley to be princess Leia for Halloween to match with your Luke Skywalker costume. He actually did it and it’s our little family secret because Harley said he’d supposedly kill us if we told a soul.”
Peter already had his mask pulled back on and was ready to fight before catching himself freeze, how did Beck know that?
“You were 14 when you first became Spider-Man and you had gotten yourself injured. You were still high on the medicine when you came to me crying because you accidentally killed your cousin, your cousin being a random spider.”
Peter still couldn’t move, Beck couldn’t have known either of those.
”One time I walked in on you looking at a magazine and I thought it was about Spider-Man or something so I grabbed it to you and let’s say I was surprised when I sa-“
“OK I GET IT- I- it’s really you..?” Peter managed to say his voice raspy from crying.
Tony smiled, “It’s really me Bubs.”
Peter knew it was impossible and could be a trap, but did he have anything left to loose?
He took of his mask and tears escaped from his dam again as he ran over to his Father hugging him so tight afraid if he stopped Tony would leave him again.
Tony returned the hug tears falling down the man’s own face, “I know Bambino, I’m here and I’m so sorry I had to leave you,”