Dear Peter
Tony sighed and rubbed his eyes. He didn’t know the last time he had slept. He didn’t have time to.
What a common excuse.
”Well Friday? Should I?”
”I think you should boss. Dr.Willard suggested it because it could help.”
”Ok fri, start the recording I guess.” The man took a deep breath tried to repress the tears forming in his eyes.
“Dear Peter,
Hey kid. It’s been three years. Since titan. Since Thanos. God just saying that name makes me wants to just shrivel up and die. But I can’t.
I have a daughter now? Yeah her name is Morgan and she has pretty brown hair and pretty doe eyes. Just like you.
After I got back with the blue girl and everyone else lost like I predicted, no one was ok. I couldn’t sleep but I couldn’t go in the lab without you. I don’t know why but I just couldn’t. God Pete I still can’t wrap my head around you being gone? You’re not gone. I don’t know where you are but you’re still out there. No. That’s why I’m saying this. I couldn’t and still can’t come to terms with your- whatever. Dammit I can’t even say it. Pepper made me go see this “therapist” to help. A lot of people need one nowadays. The world is still in disarray. So many people who weren’t... snapped? Died anyways. Whether it was vehicle crashes or mid surgery or god knows what else.
I went to this lady named Elise Willard and she helped. It was slow, and I don’t think I’ll ever be fine. It’s hard to recover from everything.” There was a long pause as Tony attempted to stay calm, “I still feel you disappearing in my hands. Your scared face is ingrained in my head. I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you. Elise says maybe doing this letter would help. Provide closure maybe? I don’t know. I really miss you Pete. No one is going to hear this so I don’t need to lie, but I hope with every ounce of my being I’ll get to tell you in person. I love pepper, but she has enough on her plate and Morgan needs constant love and support which I’m here to give but it’s hard. I lost you and Harley. I never even told you how I feel. Peter I loved you like a son. And now all I have left is some pictures and my memories.
I destroyed my lab. Along with all of your creations. I was angry at whatever forces allowed for this to happen. You were fucking 16 and the brightest person I knew and that alien had to ruin it. I was finally happy. You were finally balancing and succeeding but life had to ruin it for you. My enemies can beat me down, ruin my happiness, kill me even, but I swore I wouldn’t let my family hurt like that. I promised myself. But I guess that wasn’t worth much against 6 infinity stones.
I destroyed a lot in my lab. A suit that I made for pepper was part of the carnage. Now I’m starting over and I’ll rebuild everyone of your inventions. I didn’t lose the blueprints and you’ll want them when you come back. You could stay in the room I made for you. May is gone too- sorry that was brash and rude and I’m sorry. We couldn’t find her and we really tried but we think whatever happened happened to her too. I saved what I could of your stuff and designed a room just for you. It has Star Wars and Star Trek and everything you loved. Some Spider-Man merch too. You’ll love it. If you ever see it.” The man deflated even more from his previous stature. There were too many if’s.
“Morgan loves you. I tell her stories about you every night. About how her big brother was stubborn and selfless. The times you saved people. I’ve seen her go into your room. She just sits in your bed and talks to you. I listened at the door one time and she was telling you her favorite bedtime story. You would love her Pete.
This letter isn’t good. It’ll never be good enough to say how much I miss you. I won’t forget you, I don’t think I could. I’ll make sure the world remembers their friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. Morgan wants to meet you so come back home soon. Please peter.
Sincerely,
Tony Stark
P.S thanks for teaching me how to be a dad. You were an amazing kid. Come home.”