Home Alone

"Hap, thank you for dropping me off." Peter's first sleepover after everything that happened.

"Sure, I'm going to pick you up tomorrow. If something happens just give me a call kid." Happy shows him a smile.

"I will. But it's not like Dad has this monitoring me every milisecond right?" Peter shows off his watch and Happy shakes his head.

"Still, call me and I'll pick you up right away." Peter smiles back and Happy finally drove off.

"Dude, you'll really go today? What do I do if Mr. Stark comes looking for you?" Ned and Peter are currently playing video games.

"I need to visit her, and I don't want Mom and Dad to worry. Morgan is currently taking up all of their time as of now. I don't want to add to that." Peter almost curse when Ned just ended his character. Ned is not celebrating though. He just place the controller down and face his bestfriend. Worried etch on his features.

"Are you sure you'll be okay? Especially with this on me?" Ned lifts his arm with the Peter's watch on him.

"Yeah. Don't worry. That's just measuring your vitals. Heart rate, lungs, blood pressure and of course it'll read if you happen to go out of this house without informing my Dad." Peter grabs his back pack.

"Just give me an hour. I'll take a taxi and will be back in no time." Peter said.

"Okay.. but please be careful, okay?"

Peter hands his phone to Ned. Knowing it also has a tracker on.

"I will. Don't worry."

Peter takes a taxi towards the cemetery and the way to there was fast. Everything was quiet until the sky turns darker and thunder starts rumbling and lighting started striking down somewhere. He gets out of the taxi and he's glad he have his umbrella with him but even with that, the rain poured hard. Soaking his shoes and a bit of his pants.

He walks in the cemetery, looking at the tombstones, reading the names and the dates of birth and .. death.

Calculating in his mind how long they've lived.

"Peter.." He stops and read a name on one. Same as his. That Peter was young. Younger than him. He died when he was just 13 years old. He sighs and he continued walking.

If he was successful... before..

Will some random stranger too will feel like counting the years he just have? Just like this?

He didn't regret fighting though. He overcomed his suicidal tendencies but..

The feeling of void in his chest never left him.

Especially now, as he stares down at May Parker's name on a stone. Delicately engraved with the date of her birth and death. Ben's stone was right next to hers. Wanting them to be together even in here. His parents are somewhere else though. In the same cemetery.. but a bit farther from where May and Ben are.

"Hi May.." he crouch down, placing one small vase of lillies in front of her stone.

"Hi Ben.." He again place another vase of lillies in front of Ben's.

"I'm sorry I was only able to visit now. I.. I wanted to come with you guys.. but.. I can't do that right? You wouldn't want that. I have a really great set of parents raising me now. They're non other than Tony Stark and Pepper Potts, soon to be Stark. She's just preoccupied with a baby as of now. Her and Dad.. my Dad.. Tony Stark."

The rain somehow doesn't stop. But it did subsides a bit.

"I missed you guys so much." Peter sniffles. His eyes turning red and warm with unshed tears. He stayed there talking about school, about Tony, about Pepper and about Morgan. After a good whole hour, he stands up looking down, wiping his eyes.

"I'm.. gonna visit them now. Bye May.. Ben.." He walks out smiling at their names. At about a five minute walk, he passed a lot of graves once again. Reading names and calculating how old they were before.

Thinking about unnecessary things..
On about how old he will be when he dies.

Everyone leaves.. eventually. Right?

"Right Mom? Dad?" He looks down at Mary and Richard's grave stone. They have one stone and it has both their names on it. It even has a picture of them. As if a reminder..
Not to forget them.

"Hi Mom.. Hi Dad. I'm sorry but if you felt like I've replaced you guys, it's okay. That's the truth anyway." This time trying not to cry was harder and his tears completely falls and as he tries to wipe them away, his umbrella flew off and drop a few good feet behind him. The wind blew hard and he's being soak in rain that's started to pour hard again.

"I'm sorry.. but.. I wished.. just somehow.. that you can hear me. I.. I couldn't remember much about you guys but.. I know you loved me just like how Tony and Pepper does. Because.. the only thing I know I remember the most is how warm and tight your hugs were. When I couldn't sleep, Mom will come read me bed time stories and hug me tight. When Dad goes home from work he'll immediately play with me. I can still remember how he taught me how to ride a bike. And.. and when I get sick, you guys will take care of me without sleeping. How Dad will carry me whenever I cry then Mom will sing me a lullaby until I feel better again. I love you guys so much.. I do.. and I hope you guys know that. I'm thankful that you guys raised me and gave me Uncle Ben and May. You raised me and I was able to meet my 2nd parents, Tony and Pepper.. but even so.. even with Tony and Pepper.. I still can't help but think about or.. dream about you guys with May and Ben. There will always be a big place in my heart for you guys. Always." Peter is now soak from head to toes, crouching down with his arms over his knees. He sniffs and he place his drench face down his arms and he sobs. Crying aloud but not loud enough to be heard over the rain.

Moments later he sniffs feeling no more drops of rain pouring over his cold skin. It's still raining though.. he looks up and and there was the man who never fails to find him and save him.. the man who took him in without question and love him unconditionally. Tony Stark.

"Found you." He smiles down at him, knowing even with how drench he is, he knows.. his son is crying.

"Dad.." his voice trembles and Tony quickly pulls him over his chest, one hand still holding the umbrella over them.

"You could've just ask me to come with you, Pete." Peter couldn't answer, he just wrap his arms tight around his Dad, gripping the back of his shirt.

"We have to talk about this disappearing act, kid." Peter shivers and Tony rubs his drench back.

"Let's get you out of here." Peter shakes his head.

"Wait.." Peter pulls away, staring back at his parents' grave.

"Mom.. Dad.. meet Tony Stark who is also, my Dad." He says and Tony takes a sharp intake of breath before staring back at the stone, with the names Mary Fitzpatrick-Parker and Richard Parker engraved on it.

"Mary, Richard.. thank you for raising the best kiddie ever. I may not be the best Father figure out there but I am trying my best."

"You are the best, Dad." Peter said, his teeth chattering from the cold.

"Well not best enough. I really need to get this kid out of here before he freezes to death." Tony quickly pulls him up to his feet and drag him in the car with Happy on the driver seat.

"Got him?"

"Yup, Hap please turn up the heater."

"Sure thing. There's a blanket there." Tony quickly grab the blanket from the back.

"Take off your shirt." Peter shakes his head.

"It's not negotiable kid." Tony quickly grab Peter's sweatshirt, pulling it up and over his head. He then wrap the blanket around him before pulling the seatbelt on him.

"Better?" Peter nods leaning his head over Tony's shoulder.

"You better apologize to Ned because I think Happy scared him to death." Tony said and Peter wince.

"You good, kid? Mind to tell me why you did that? We've talked about this, Pete.."
Tony looks at the kid and he sighs.

"Maybe later then." Wrapping and arm around the kid, rubbing his arm, trying to give him more warmth. Peter is trembling, eyes closed and breathing evenly.

"Are you sleeping, kiddie?" Tony checks again and his breathing evens out another sign that he is definitely sleeping.

"He visited May and Ben?" Happy asked and Tony nods.

"Yeah.. also Richard and Mary."

"Oh.." Happy couldn't find words to reply to that and Tony just purse his lips, eyeing Peter and then staring out the window.

"Is he.. okay?" Happy asked a few minutes later.

"He's doing well. Therapies are done and his doctor's assured us he's doing well. But.. you know that I never stopped worrying."

"Well.. unless the kid stopped being Peter, you'll never stop worrying." Tony scoffs, shaking his head.




"Dad?" Peter wake up feeling so much heat radiating off his body. His eyes burn and his throat hurts.

"Fri.. ca-can you get Dad?"

"Mr. Stark is currently in a board meeting. Do you want me to call him? You're vitals are showing signs of a common cold." Peter sits up, cursing as he feels a dizzy spell coming.

"No.. please don't do that. I'm okay. How long was I out?"

"You've been asleep for almost 6 hours. Mr. Stark was called in an emergency meeting about 4 hours ago."

"Where's Mom?"

"She's in the meeting as well."

"Morgan? Who's taking care of Morgan?"

"Morgan is currently with Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton." Peter feels his forehead and curse.

"Okay.."

"My protocols are requiring me to inform Mr. Stark about your condition."

"No! Um.. Just.. just inform him and Mom after the meeting. Please Friday. They never got to work with me and Morgan. They have an important meeting and I don't want to be a bother."

"My protocols are still requiring me-"

"Fri please, you're not breaking your protocol. You will still inform them. J-Just after the meeting's done. Please?"

"Very well.. but if your condition worsen I have to inform Mr. Stark and Ms. Potts."

"Thank you, Fri." Peter drops back on the bed, hand over his burning forehead.

"How about I inform Ms. Romanoff and-"

"No! Fri you can't. Morgan might get sick as well and I don't want that to happen. Please.. just.. I just want to be left alone until Mom and Dad gets out of the meeting." Peter waits for Friday's response but she did not reply.

"Friday?"

"I'm going to inform them as soon as Mr. Stark's board meeting ends." Friday said and Peter nods.

"Thank you.." He sighs, grabbing the end of the comforter, covering his whole body up to his head.

"Lights Fri.." Friday turns the dim lights darker and he sighs. Remembering what happened. He visited May and Ben..and his biological parents. He sighs, burrying his face over his pillow.

Closing his eyes for what felt like few minutes before he wince as the lights turns on with someone storming in his room.

"Peter. Friday lights!"

"Nat?" Peter quickly sits up and wince as the lights turn on.

"Why didn't you call out?! You're just gonna lie there with a 102 degree fever and tell no one?!" Natasha's raging mad. She's.. scary.

"Friday you said--"

"Mr. Stark's meeting is over. He is now in his suit about 5 minutes away."

"What?!" Peter leans back sighing.

"Peter, what the hell are you thinking?" Natasha, sits down on the edge of his bed, cursing again as she feels for his temperature.

"Friday, call Bruce here."

"I'm okay.. it's just a cold."

"Shut it." Natasha glares at him. He sunks in the pillows with Natasha ripping off a pack of fever patches open.

"I-I'm fine, I don't need-"

"I said shut it." Natasha place the patch on his forehead and he flinch.

"Cold.." he shivers. "D-Did you leave Morgan with Clint?" Natasha frowns. Still glaring at the teen.

"Ms. Romanoff, Morgan is currently crying and Mr. Barton is asking for help."

"I'm okay, Nat. Please go back to Morgan. She likes you better than Clint. She'll never stop crying." Natasha curses under her breath.

"I'm here. You can go back to Morgan. She's pulling Clint's hair out." Bruce says as he walks in Peter's room.

"Tony is on his way, don't worry." Bruce continues seeing the hesitation in Natasha's face.

"You and I will talk later." Peter swallows the dry air in his throat and he froze, nodding stiffly. Natasha narrows her eyes at him before walking out of his room.

"You know you Spiders and cold temperatures don't mix well right, kid?" Bruce said giving Peter one familiar pill.

"Take it."

"Not giving me a whole bottle?" Peter joked and Bruce just stayed pokerfaced.
"Never kid and.. it's something I don't like you joking with."

"Sorry.."

"Here." Bruce hands him a bottle of lukewarm water.

"You better not mention that in front of Steve. That'll affect him more than me. I made that medicine but it was meant for him. He feels guilty that he left it in the medicine cabinet that one night and he'll never forget it, Pete." Peter sighs, drinking the medicine.

"Sorry.."

"It's okay.." Bruce smiles fishing out his stethoscope.

"Let me check your breathing." He quickly change the topic knowing how it affects Peter as well.

Just as soon as Bruce finish checking his lungs, Tony came barging in his room.

"Friday, new protocol. If Peter shows any sign of any kind of illness you have to inform me right away, no matter what he says. No excuses." Tony orders and Friday was quiet. Like she knows she deserves Tony's anger.

"Calm down, Tony. He's okay. Just a bit of a fever from the cold. I gave him some medicine. I should get the nebulizer set, just in case." Bruce said stepping out of Tony's way as he sit on the edge of Peter's bed, cupping both sides of his son's flush face.

"Pete you remember about my rules?" Peter looks down but his father lifts his face again so he has no choice but to look back at Tony's narrowing eyes.

"I have to tell.. when I'm feeling sick." Peter's voice came out apologetic and he sighs.

"You're not gonna like talking to Pepper, kid." Tony frowns at the temperature he felt on his hands.

"Sorry.." Peter looks down again pulling Tony's hands off him. He lies down turning his back to Tony, lying on his side.

"Pete."

"Just.. can you guys leave me for a bit?"

"No can do kid. You're sick! Why would I-"

"Tony.." Bruce held his shoulder and they both watch Peter pull on his comforter over his head, covering his face.

"Kid, how can I leave you alone when you're acting like this?" Tony said, anger still coated in his voice. Peter did not respond.

"Boss, Morgan is currently crying for awhile now. Ms. Romanoff is asking for Bruce. The baby's temperature is a little high too."

"Fuck.." Tony stands up brushing both hands in his hair down his cold face.

"Friday, what's Morgan's temperature?" Bruce asks.

"100.6°" This time Bruce brush his own hand over his face and up his messy hair.

"Is that normal for babies?" Tony asks and Bruce shakes his head.

"That's definitely a fever. I'll call Morgan's pediatrician. Pepper told me yesterday that she saw some teeth growing from Morgan's bottom gums. That's maybe the culprit." Bruce said watching the panic that's consuming Tony.

"Fucking shit.. Bruce.. W-What will I do? Both of my kids are sick!" Tony phases around Peter's room.

"Calm down, Tony. Calm down!" Bruce held both his shoulder, stopping his phasing.

"Deep breaths." He instructed and then he sighs as Tony tries to take in more air.

"Friday, call Morgan's Pediatrician here. Tell her it's ASAP. Inform Pepper about Morgan's condition."

"Dr. Claire Michaels is on her way while Ms. Potts' estimated time arrival is in 7 minutes. I already informed her about Morgan and Peter's condition and she's currently on the phone with Dr. Michaels."


"Tony let's talk outside."

"But Peter.. Morgan.. they're.."

"Tony! Let's go.." Bruce had to drag Tony out of Peter's room and Peter quickly sighs, sitting up to fetch his back pack from at the chair by his bedside table. He grabs his webshooters and place one on. He shoots at the door, completely sealing the knob and sealing the door shut.

"Peter, what are you doing?" Friday asks.

"The new webbing dissolves in 4 hours. I want to be alone, Fri. That'll keep them out."

"This is not a really bright idea. You have a 102° fever and you need medical attention."

"Tell them if they don't leave me alone, I'll just run away!" Peter felt his whole face burning not only with fever but also with anger.

He doesn't know why he's irritated or why he's angry. He just wanted to be left alone. He lied back peeling the fever patch off his forehead and throwing it somewhere. He feels irritated. He wanted to move, wanted to get out but at the same time he can't. Even being alone is hard.

"I just want.. to be left alone." He closes his eyes tightly shut. Then he sees May and Ben's graves.. then his Mom and Dad's.. He wanted to visit again. But.. what will that do?

Visiting doesn't mean he'll be closer to them or they'll hear his apologies nor his cries.

For now the only thing he wants is peace and quiet so he can cry without being ashame of it. He whimpers, wheezing out a bit as he suck in his sobs.

"Peter you're showing signs of an asthma attack."

"I'm not! It's just my cold Fri. M-My nose is clogged that's why. I already drink my meds. I'll be fine."

"My protocols is requiring me to inform Mr. Stark--"

"Damn it!" He curse standing up and grabbing his laptop from his bed side. Plugging it in and think hard, remembering how Ned thought him how to hack his suit one time. He tries to get in Friday's system using the wifi connection and miraculously he was successful.

"There!" He started typing non stop and he was able to disconnect Friday's signal from his room only.

"Friday?" No answer. "Fri?" Again there's no answer. He smirks, finalizing his program.

"Activate, Home Alone Protocol." He press enter on his laptop and he flinch, watching some weird lights pass through his walls and disappear in a second. Deactivating Friday. He sighs, closing his laptop and placing it back on his bedside table.

"Thank you, Ned." He mutters as he lie back down.

He can finally relax, knowing no one will botherhim for at least.. well until Friday informed them of what he did or until his upgraded webbing dissolves. He took Captain America's advice to heart about upgrading his webbings the way even him and Captain America cannot rip it off. Thus, letting it dissolve twice as slower than before and far stronger than ever.

He turns over his stomach, sighing as he burry his face against his pillow.

"Focus on Morgan.. not me. Okay?" He mutters as the medicine kicks in making him drowsy. Not even a minute later, he pass out, with his head throbbing and skin burning.