Author's note: Hey guys! I haven't uploaded in the past two weeks because I have been planning something. So this is going to be the last chapter, just a warning and I want to thank you all for your support through this. By the way, Merry Christmas to everyone, today is the 25th of December and I'm uploading this, so for those who celebrate, Merry Christmas! It's been a journey of writing and revising and everything just, it has been absolutely awesome. I have officially closed down my Instagram for this, but it's cool. I have made a new friend on Insta, and she has some awesome content in it so check it out under the handle -.-marvell . It's on insta! Anyway, it has been absolutely awesome to write for everyone, I want to thank all the reviewers and readers, it means a lot to me. I love you guys and I will be writing to you in my upcoming FanFiction story, which, the first chapter should be up by like, tomorrow. I love you guys and I hope you enjoy this chapter,

Love,

Estetico

The atmosphere between the Avengers had calmed down drastically and the tense silence that had been present a few days ago was replaced with childish banter. Peter was glad that his family was alright. He was happy to see them put aside their distances and let go of their grudges. He was content.

School was going great for the young Spiderling and imminent threat was not present until the foreseeable future. All in all, Peter Parker-Stark was over the moon about everything finally have been set in stone.

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When Peter's parents hadn't reached home that one night, Aunt May and Uncle Ben were nervous and jittery, he had paid it no heed. He had simply thought that they had missed their flight or were hung up somewhere. And when they didn't reach home for the next four days, he worried. He had asked his Uncle Ben, to get a vague answer. So when he flicked on the TV one lonely Friday night, when Uncle Ben and Aunt May were at work, he thought that he wouldn't ever be alright again.

His parents had died in a plane crash.

So he sat there in shock, for what seemed like ages, before the first, fresh tears started to slip out of his eyes. So he sat there, waiting for his Uncle or Aunt to get home, but they didn't. Not until the next morning, to find their nephew's tear-stained face and a small photo frame that he seemed to be clutching onto.

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When Peter Parker was 14-years-old and saw his Uncle Ben being shot by the mugger, he had thought that he had lost everything. He hadn't known what to do at the time and was simply staring in shock as the mugger got loose. Reality had hit him like a freight train. He had rushed over to his side, praying and pleading for him to stay awake, to stay alive, for him, for his Aunt May. He didn't. He couldn't. So that one night, Peter thought he had lost everything, but Aunt May

And so he became Spider-Man.

The one to save others.

The make sure that nobody died like his Uncle had.

So, Spider-Man was born, ready to watch over Queens and help others, the way he never could with his Uncle Ben.

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When Peter Parker was 16 years old, he lost his Aunt May, the same way that he had lost Ben. She was shot, in the chest and hadn't made it.

Where was Peter at the time?

He was on the planet Titan, saving the world, and not being at the side of the only person that had mattered in his world. He had broken. He had lost everything.

He had come home, to an empty apartment, praying to God, that his Aunt was going to get groceries or at work. He had hoped for that, but even he wasn't as naïve to believe that. He knew she was gone, when the pan was freezing cold and hadn't been touched in a day, he knew because it was five a.m in the morning and she wasn't in her bed, the sheets folded and untouched.

So he had let go once again. Crying himself to sleep, wondering what he had done, to have lost everyone in his life. To have no family and nothing but emptiness and loneliness. He had thought to call Mr. Stark, but he couldn't bring himself to.

That was the day that Peter Parker had been orphaned with no one to look at, for support, for help or for love.

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When Tony Stark had come home to the Avengers compound, tired, broken and beaten up, he had thought that he had lost everything.

When he walked into the communal hall, though, he had found his former teammates, sitting there, handing out cups of coffee to each other and offering one to Tony. He had been shocked to find them there and also very slightly furious to find them there. How dare they break into my house and drink my coffee?

But he had softened and realized that, though what they had done to him was wrong, he wasn't going to avoid them. It made him seem weak. He wasn't going to forgive nor forget what they did. He was going to accept that they did it and were here to make amends.

So Tony Stark had taken whatever he had gotten from them.

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When Tony had watched the news and found out that there were thousands of civilians, either dead, injured or in critical condition, one of them being May

Parker, he had sprinted out of the Compound and into the closest car in his garage, revving the engine and setting the shortest route to Peter Parker's humble abode.

He had found the teenager curled up into a ball, in his room, on the floor, no doubt still sobbing over the loss of his Aunt.

And so he had brought him home. He had comforted the young boy and let him weep over his what he had lost. But he had brought him out of his grieving state, and he had helped him improve as a person. He had introduced him to the Avengers, who had a significant impact on his road to recovery.

All in all, life for Tony Stark was going well and he couldn't have been more thankful for it. He had Pepper, the love of his life, he had his team, the Avengers, who, even if they had their differences, always had his back and he had Peter Parker, the boy who had slowly weaved his way into the formidable Tony Stark's heart.

That kid sure had charm.

And for the first time in a long time, both were content with what they had, they were both happy with what they had achieved and they were grateful, for each other and for everyone else.

La fin

A/N: AHHHHHHHHHHH. Sorry, so I have officially finished this story and I'm so sorry and extremely sad to see them go, but don't worry, a new story, with MARVEL characters will be out very very very very soon. I love you guys and I want to thank you for your support though out this whole thing, so thank you.

Love,

Estetico