This one features villain Tony and hero Peter. Peter is on his journey to meet Tony, to kill him. But they were past lovers, it's not as easy as it should be. 

Warnings: Inner turmoil, talk about death. 

It was time. Time to kill him, time to get rid of the great Tony Stark. 

Peter had heard from a tip off that Tony was staying in an abandoned warehouse, in the outskirts of New York. So, he started to make his way there. 

He really didn't want to kill Tony...but he was causing so much pain to the innocent civilians. What had turned Stark so evil? 

Peter had no choice. Tony Stark had to die, even if Peter was still in love with him from their hopeless fling. 

**_Time skip, 'cuz I wanna get to the action :)_**

"Ah. So you did come," Stark smirked, infuriating Peter. Tony looked terrible - his generally pristine suit was crumpled, his generally smooth hair was like a bird's nest and his eyes looked empty. Dark, and empty. Dead, some people would say. 

"Yes. I'm assuming you know why?" Peter quietly got out, trying to hold the dam back on those tears. 

Tony grinned, but that grin didn't reach his eyes. "Yep. You're here to kill me, aren't you, sweetheart?". Peter nodded, and drew his dagger. 

"Are you going to stay still, or will I need to chase you?" Peter whispered, slowly breaking inside. God, he still loved Tony so much. He wished he didn't have to do this, but he didn't have a choice. 

Peter remembered waking up in Tony's arms, he remembered slowly falling asleep together, he remembered everything. He remembered how Tony used to care, he remembered how much they loved. He remembered believing that they would last, he remembered feeling hope in their hopeless love. 

Tony looked up, with tears in his eyes, and said, "I'll stay still, darling. How could I ever make you run?". He said it with such hopelessness. Peter raised his dagger, with tears in his eyes, and poised it to throw. His aim was perfect, when he threw it, it would land in Tony's chest. If he threw it. But...

Fuck, he loved this man too much. How can you kill the man who still has your heart? It's impossible. Peter came here thinking he'd kill Tony, but...he just couldn't. He couldn't. 

With those words thought, the dam on the tears finally broke. The dagger fell from Peter's hand, and he let out a sob. "I can't," slipped out of his mouth, "I love you. I can't kill you, because I love you. I just can't,". Right now, it felt like Peter was pleading with the gods. 

Tony looked at him, with his own tears. "So, now you remember us? Now you remember?" he asked, with a crack in his voice. 

"Yes. Take the dagger, I won't stop you killing me. One of us has to die here, but I can't kill you," As Peter said this, he pushed the ornate dagger towards the man he loved. 

"How can I kill you when I love you too?" Tony smiled bittersweetly through his tears. 

With one last sob, Peter went running into Tony's arms.

"Can we start again?".

Okay, it really wasn't as dark as I made it out to be. I wanted a bit of angst, and lots of fluff. I tried. I'm kinda running out of ideas though, does anyone have any prompts?