*TONY'S POV*

"Hey Mr. Stark," Peter greeted excitedly. "Hey kid. You've got a pep in your step today, eh? What's new?" "I mean, schools ending soon and Ive got my end of year trip soon so... I guess I'm just excited," he shrugged. I hummed in response.

After he went through his rambling about what happened throughout his day, we got to work, our shoulders bumping as we reached for utensils. It was always quiet when we worked. We didn't need conversation to be comfortable. There would be some talking here and there but besides that, it was silent other than the clanking of tools

"Hey Mr. Stark?" "Yeah kid," I hummed, not looking up from my helmet.

"Why'd you do it?"

"Sorry?"

"You let him do it." "I- kid you've got to be more specific I don't know what you're talking about."

Peter's eyes narrowed coldly. "I'm dead because of you," he spat. For a moment, all I could do was stare. "Pete..." "I had my whole life ahead of me and you let me die!" I stumbled back as his voice roared in my ears and shrill ringing echoed through the room.

"Kid, I'm so sorry I-" "You promised aunt May you'd always bring me home! I trusted you! You were my hero and you let me down!" A migraine began to form at the back of my head.

God, what was that ringing?

"Peter," I rasped as he stumbled backward. I tried catching him but he grabbed my wrist and looked up at me with his eyes filled with anger.

"People were right about you," he wheezed, clenching his chest. Within seconds his voice had gone from an ear-drum- bursting loudness to something that was barely a whisper.

"Tony?"

"You act all high and mighty but really," he began, glaring down at me hatefully. He looked at his hand that had begun to turn to dust. The small particles flew off slowly.

"Tony."

"You really are just a fraud."

"Tony!"

I shot upright with a painful gasp. I looked over at Pepper. "Honey are you ok?" "I- yeah, yeah I'm great." I winced as the ringing I heard in my dream started up again. It'd been my phone.

Steve was calling.

"Tony what's wrong?" "Nothing Pep. Just a bad dream 's all." She stared at me with a worried expression. "I'm fine. Go wake Morgs up, will ya? I've got to take this call. I'll start up breakfast after."

I answered, rubbing circles on my temples. God, this migraine was already getting bad.

"Hello?" "Tony, hey. I didn't wake you up did I?" "Nah the wonderful PTSD-induced nightmares earned that." "Jeez. You alright?" "You know, I've got a lot of that this morning. Anyway, yeah I'm great. Enough about me what're you calling about?"

"We've got a plan."

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It's been a while but have a tiny update to show I'm alive :,,)