to lose.
You have lost a lot more than any child should.
Of course, now you're not a child. Now you're nearing 27. You are not a hero, not like your Dad was. Not like Peter. Not like Mom. You're Morgan Stark, daughter of Iron Man, and that is all you have ever been.
(You are nothing more than the girl who has lost.)
You have lost a lot more than any child should.
Because first it was your dad. And you'd been so young, you can barely remember him now. You have to go off of photos and stories Mom, Peter, and Uncle Rhodey told you.
You know that your dad was a hero. He always will be. You know that he sacrificed himself to save everyone else.
(To save you?)
You know he was as good as they come. That's what Peter would tell you, what your mom would tell you.
You know he should be here right now, standing in your place and happy.
You have lost a lot more than any child should.
Because then it was your mom. Your mom, who held you close with shaky hands and a promising smile.
It was inevitable, the doctors had said. Would've happened no matter what they did.
It still hurt more than anything.
Your mom had been just as good as your dad had been. She'd been strong and good and did not deserve anything bad that had happened to her. She'd been just as much if a hero as Iron Man.
You've lost more than any child should.
Because after your mom, it was Peter. Peter, who'd been your closest friend since childhood. Since forever.
It was an accident. Something that went wrong on a mission. Something that couldn't have been stopped.
That's all, nothing more.
You've lost more than any child should, you think again as you shakily put flowers on three different graves.
Happy is waiting for you.
You need to go home.