Death doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints, it takes, and it takes, and it takes…

"Hey, Peter!"

"Hey, Mrs. Potts, what's up?" Peter quickly scrawled an answer on his math quiz and held the phone to his ear with his shoulder.

"I have an appointment with Congress tomorrow and I'll be staying in Washington D.C. Do you think you could come and sleep over at our house and babysit Morgan for me?"

"Yeah, that'd be cool. When d'you want me to come over?"

"Oh, two pm should be great. Thanks, Peter!"

"No problem, Mrs. Potts. School ends at one thirty so that should be perfect."

"Honestly, Peter, how many times do I have to remind you to call me Pepper?"

"Sure, Mrs. Potts. Bye."

"Bye, Peter."

Peter Parker hung up their home phone and grinned, spinning around in the swivel chair next to the computer. Morgan was basically his new little sister now, and he was definitely looking forward to babysitting her.

Especially since she was one of the only people who didn't give him concerned glances all the time now. Ever since Mr. Stark's… well, anyway, everyone had been treating him like a stick of dynamite with a short fuse.

Everyone but Morgan. Sure, that was because she was five and didn't understand yet, but it made a nice change. "May!"

"Yeah?"

"I'm babysitting Morgan tomorrow, okay?"

"Yeah, that's fine. You need the money, anyway."

Peter groaned. "I'm not making Pepper pay me anything, May."

She kissed his cheek. "Of course not. Now, get some rest. You'll need your energy to take care of that kid."

"Are you kidding? Morgan's an angel."

May winked. "Yeah, but you haven't seen her when she's on a sugar high."

"Well, yeah, but—wait, have you?"

May grinned, and then pushed Peter towards his bedroom. "Bed, Peter!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

Peter lay awake that night, trying not to relive the memories that he worked so hard to keep away replaying in his mind.

The color drain from Tony's face… slumping on the ground, dead… his funeral…

And before he knew it, Peter was asleep, although his conscious brain tried to fight against it, knowing about the nightmares that would be coming next.

Tony Stark, in his suit, half the side crumbling away, his hand reaching out to point at Peter, who was backing away.

"You should have helped me, kid. I gave you that suit for a reason. You should have been better. You're not enough!

"Yes I am! I tried!"

"You should have tried harder. You'll never be enough, good enough, strong enough…"

Enough, enough, enough….

The word echoed through Peter's brain, and suddenly the ground opened from below him, and he was falling, falling into darkness…

Then a crash made him jerk awake, sweat pouring down his face. He blinked, trying to get his surroundings and locate the sound of the crash.

He focused on the nightstand, and then looked down. On the ground was the photo of himself and Tony, right after he'd gotten the internship. Peter was grinning, holding a certificate, and Tony looked rather bored.

His hand must have punched the dresser and the photo had fallen off from the force. The glass was shattered.

Shattered, just like Tony's broken body, just like Peter's stupid life…

Peter picked it up, set it on the nightstand so hard the windows shuddered, and fell back into his bed.

It was just a dream, he tried to reassure himself. Just a stupid dream…

But was it, though? The same thing every night, maybe different variations occasionally, but the same principles. It wasn't anything different than his waking mind thought every minute of every day, every time he saw a picture, a news report, or even Pepper Potts.

He stood up, unable to stand being alone with only his thoughts for company. Maybe some water would clear his head. He filled the cup of water from the tap and took a long drink, when something new caught his eye.

A new vandalism picture of Mr. Stark was now spray-painted on the apartment across from theirs. His suit was on, hand out, as if he was about to blast Peter to pieces.

How long Peter stood there, he didn't know, but only when the tips of the sun rose above New York City did he rouse himself and get back in bed, pretending to be asleep for when Aunt May came to wake him up.

"You look terrible."

"Thanks, Ned."

"No I mean seriously. You're eyes are all puffy and your face is pale, and—"

"I'm fine, Ned."

Peter had spoken sharper than he had intended, and his best friend looked slightly hurt. Peter turned back to his lunch, picking at the school's PB&J. It was true, though, he was exhausted. May had pestered him all morning about him looking peaky, and Peter had left in a hurry to avoid talking about his nightmares.

Plus, he'd run into MJ and Brad on the bus, which did nothing to lift his spirits.

"Is it nightmares again?" Ned spoke in a low voice, careful not to be overheard by Betty and Flash, who were sitting a table away from them.

Peter kept his eyes trained on the trophy case across from them, determinedly blinking away the dust in his eyes that was making them water. "I never should have told you that." He muttered.

"But was it?"

Peter glanced at Ned before looking away again. "Yeah. Yeah, it was." He said reluctantly. Ned looked concerned. "You know you can talk to me, if you want to—"

"No, that's okay, thanks." Peter said in a rush, suddenly picking up his bag and standing up. "There's the bell. Gotta go."

He was walking so fast that he almost ran into MJ in the hall, stopping just in time. "Whoa," She raised her eyebrows.

"Sorry." He murmured, trying to casually smooth his hair, while cursing himself. He knew he shouldn't have worn the shirt with the stain in it today…

"How come your eyes are all puffy?" MJ noticed.

"Just… long night." Peter said, trying to sound unconcerned. He saw a flash of pain in her eyes, like she'd experienced that as well, but it was quickly quelled.

She shrugged and pulled her bag over her shoulder. "Well, see you, loser."

"Yeah… see you." He stood still, watching her go over her shoulder. He suddenly started and ran to class, hoping that he wouldn't be late.

"Petey!"

Morgan squealed and ran toward Peter, jumping into him and nearly knocking him over. "Hey, Morgan!" Peter grinned despite his less-than-awesome day.

"Mommy says you're babysitting me." Morgan said excitedly.

"Yeah, I am, and we're gonna have tons of fun!"

"I don't think you should be babysitting me." She said, suddenly serious.

"How come?" Peter asked, slightly taken aback.

"Because I'm NOT a baby. I'm a kid!"

"That's true." Peter smiled again. "We should call it kidsitting, huh?"

"Yeah!"

"Alright, should we go inside now?"

"Yeah!"

Peter walked inside the Starks' cabin, holding hands with Morgan, and inspected the list on the table. It had Pepper and Happy's numbers (like Peter hadn't memorized them already) and when Morgan was supposed to go to bed.

"So, what do you wanna do?" Peter asked Morgan. She thought for a minute. "Can we play Legos? Mommy says I'm really good at building."

"Sure, kiddo." Peter located a huge bin of random Legos in Morgan's bookshelf and poured them all out on the living room floor. Morgan squealed with delight, instantly found a green base and started building.

Peter absently built a model of the Manhattan Bridge, and after a while he noticed Morgan was being suspiciously quiet. He glanced over and saw that she was lying on her stomach, completely absorbed in the huge castle she was building.

Peter did a double take. Wow… that was a really big castle. It looked like it could have been shipped in a package. "Morgan… that's great!"

"Thanks." She said, still trying to take apart two thin pieces. "Mommy says I'm gonna be as smart as Daddy someday. How smart was Daddy, Petey?"

Peter swallowed the lump that had appeared in his throat. "Your Daddy… was pretty smart, Morgan."

"Well, I'm gonna be smarter than Daddy." And with that she turned back to her castle and continued building.

They worked in silence for an hour. Peter snapped a picture of the now complete castle to send to Pepper, then made some mac'n'cheese.

He put Morgan to bed and was about to make his way to the guest room that he was going to sleep in when he heard a little voice calling back at him.

"Petey?"

Peter ducked his head back in her room. "Yeah?"

"Where's Daddy gone?"

Peter sighed and sat down on her bed. "I don't know, Morgan."

"Mommy says he's gone to a better place. What does that mean? Wasn't this place okay?" She thought for a minute. "Maybe he's gone to Hawaii."

"No, Morgan, he hasn't gone to Hawaii." Peter stifled a chuckle.

"Where's he gone, then?"

"I don't know."

She stared at the ceiling. "I miss him."

"Me too." Peter said softly.

"One time I caught Mommy crying. I asked her why and she said she missed him, too. I guess a lot of people miss him."

"Yeah… a lot of people do."

"Do you miss Daddy?"

Peter stopped. "Yeah, I do."

"It's okay, Petey. We'll see daddy again someday."

"I hope so, Morgan, I hope so."

Peter slowly got up and walked back to his room. He sat down on the bed and discovered that the hole in his stomach that he hadn't even noticed he'd had had lessened slightly.

A/N Like it? I just got this idea in bed last night and was so excited to write it. I did just write it in like five minutes so it probably isn't the best but still tell me your thoughts in a review. I thought the title was especially appropriate because Tony was a 'sinner' (although that's a super strong word) in Iron Man and eventually became a 'saint'. And death didn't discriminate, even though Tony definitely DID NOT deserve to die.

Should I turn this into a multi-chapter and show some other scenes with Morgan in it? I was thinking of showing her finding a new recording from Tony that they hadn't found yet. So what do you think?