*TONY'S POV*

I got up from the couch with the help of Pepper to go get some water. I was way to emotional. What's happened to me?! I go from genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist to man crying because of a loss.

I didn't cry when my dad died! I mean... I did when I found out Steve's friend murdered them -but Peter wasn't my family. He was my mentee.

Who am I kidding? He meant a lot to me... I feel like I've just lost my own kid... I hate it. It should've been me. How could someone be heartless enough to kill off half the universe. How could he kill my kid!

Peter was probably the kindest person I've met ever met. He had amazing morals too. He was the most forgiving person I've ever met- no doubt about it! He wasn't even mad at me for taking away his suit after a whole building fell on top of him because of it! Jesus Christ I'm getting anxiety just thinking about it...

I leaned on the wall and groaned. "Tony?" "Yeah Pep?" "It'll be alright..." "I hope so... I just... He meant a lot to me..." "I know. I've seen you two together. Father and son." "Its that noticeable?" She shrugged. "To me it was. I know you. I could tell you two meant a lot to each other. He was a sweet boy."

I hummed in response.
"I'll be back. Happy texted me earlier seeing if you were ok." "Happy's alive?! Thank god..." I breathed out. She chuckled. "Yep. He was worried sick about you. He saw on the news when you got in the ship." "Oh... Tell him I'm sorry about worrying him. Oh also... could you try calling May? If she answers give me the phone. I'll talk to her." "Will do." She leaned over and kissed me.

"I love you Pep..." I murmured. "I love you too." She walked off to text Happy.

'This thing hurts like a bitch' I thought as I gingerly touched the stab wound. I started to rummage through the medicine cabinet for some Advil.
(like hell that's gonna help much Tony-)

When I found what I needed, I sighed and got my glass of water. 'I could really do for a beer or something right now...' I thought. Then I realized I wasn't really...craving it. I didn't really want a beer. 'Wow...'

I hadn't drank since Peter became my 'intern.' I stopped for the sake of him and soon enough, it was never even on my mind. He helped me for the better.

I decided to go to my lab, going through stuff-anything to get my mind off of things. A few knocks sounded. "Hey uhm...Tony? Got a few minutes?" "Sure Katniss." "Heh... Glad your joking side's still there." "Hm?" "Nothing Tony. Anyway, I just wanted to talk... It's uh... It's been a while..."

"It has, hasn't it? What's on your mind?" He opened his mouth to say something but I cut him off. "- that was a really stupid question... Heh Sorry." He chuckled. "It's alright." "Let me rephrase that. What'd you want to talk about? Grab a chair." Clint did so and looked at me with a small smile.

There was a moment of silence before he spoke.

"Tell me about the kid. What was he like?" I let out a breathy laugh. "Where do I start Clint... This kid... Pete meant a lot to me..." "Yeah?" I hummed in response. "He was 15 but didn't act like it in any way. Normally, kids his age are just... moody teenagers... ya' know?" "Yeah. I do. I don't know who didn't act like that..."

"Peter didn't Clint. He was always so full of energy like-like a child with candy. He was always happy and looking on the bright side of things. One time I caught him making this-like... video diary. I'll have to show you sometime..." "Sounds cool. He sounds like a great kid." "Yeah...He was."

'Was' I thought. 'Why does that word hurt so much? Why did this have to happen?

"Tony?" "Hm?" "It'll be alright. I-I miss my family to." "Oh shit-Clint... I'm so sorry. That was an douche move..." "What?" "I'm sitting here complaining about my intern's death when..."

'When he's lost so much more...'

"Tony. I came to your lab so we could talk. Not for you to pity me. I lost my family, You lost yours." "What? B-but Pep is fine-" "You saw this Peter kid like he was your son. Family doesn't just have to be by blood."

" Pepper brought that up earlier too. I thought it was just her who could see it...I guess it is obvious." "Yep. I-I'm just saying I know how you feel. You can talk to me anytime." "...Thanks Clint. Same with you."

There was another moment of silence.

"Do you think we'll get 'em back Tony?" I sighed. "I...I couldn't tell you Clint. I wouldn't know..." "We can find a way to get them though. In all our years of fighting these-these things, what can surprise us anymore?"

"You have a point there... But if we get our hopes up and try to get them back...and then it doesn't work? What do we do then? We'll just be right back at the start again..." I said.
"We... We try again."

"Do you have any ideas?" "...No... I don't..." "Good 'cause neither do I." We both chuckled. "We'll ask the others but it better not be anything stupid." "Don't get your hopes up. Just watch. They're going to say-like... Time travel or something!" He joked. I stifled a laugh. "No way! That's idiotic!"

"I'll bet you $10!" He held out a hand for me to shake. The two of us were still laughing at the thought of time travel. This isn't some movie. (pfffft -oh wait he's right. it's a fanfic) Why would time travel exist?

I took his hand, agreeing to the stupid bet. "C'mon lets ask the idiots what they think we should do." "Ok then... Clint what should we do?" I asked with a mischievous smirk.
"You asshole!" "Bird brain."

At the moment, things felt ok. I'll give my life if it means getting Peter back...but first, we need a plan.

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It's been a while :,)

Sorry 'bout that

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