Peter sat on the wooden bench, staring at his hands numbly.

His aunt sat next to him, rubbing circles in his back but he didn't notice.

It was his fault. All of it was his fault. If he hadn't been so stupid and need saving, then it would have been fine.

Tears formed in his eyes. His fault.

"There was an idea..."

Peter gripped the sleeves of his suit, the one Tony had bought him a year ago, specially tailored. He probably had never meant for the boy to wear it to this ceremony, but he didn't have another.

"To bring together a group of remarkable people..."

Peter didn't look up as Natasha pulled him into a hug beside him. He didn't pay attention to the tears on his cheeks or his sobbing breaths. Nor Natasha's calming words and her hand in his hair. He tried to block out the music.

He really wished Mr. Stark was next to him too.

"To see if we could become something more..."

Heavy feet trudged down the isle. Peter didn't look up, couldn't look up. He couldn't bare to meet Rhodey's or Steve's or any of their faces as the carried the heavy load to the front.

It was all his fault.

"So when they needed us..."

He wished he could keep in blaming himself. There was no one else to blame. But then he remembered what Tony had told him.

He had told him it wasn't his fault.

That he shouldn't blame himself.

"They could fight the battles..."

Peter couldn't understand why he had wasted his last breaths telling him that. Why? Why did he waste time on him?

Peter latched onto Natasha and sobbed into her shoulder. Who cares if everyone was watching? Who cares what they thought?They didn't even deserve to be here. None of them really knew Tony.

But Peter had.

"...that we never could."

Peter had known the great man for who he really was and he hoped that was enough.

Even if there wouldn't be any more suit upgrades to help with.

Or accidental lab sleepovers.

Or movie nights.

No baseball games.

Or food fights.

Who was going to teach Peter how to drive?

Give him girl advise?

...who was he going to bear the rings for in a few weeks like he had been asked?

Maybe if Tony hadn't saved him, he would be alive right then.

"If we can't protect the world you can be damn sure we'll avenge it."

Tony Stark.

Playboy, philanthropist, billionaire extraordinaire.

Iron Man, Avenger, protector, hero.

Friend, fiancé...

Father.

Gone.

I'm sorry Mr. Stark.

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I'm sorry.

I feel bad when I rant to my friends who have much worse problems so...I vent my emotions here...I guess...

Don't worry I'm almost done with the wedding. Sorry to disappoint.

- Wanda