Okay, so this is an IronDad one. I just think this is a really serious topic, that really doesn't need romance. It'd be cruel. 

This oneshot is about suicide. This is a warning for all of you, please, if you feel suicidal, GET HELP! I'll be leaving links at the end. Remember, you are worth everything, and you ARE loved, so much. 

Peter woke up, so scared. He'd just had a nightmare, again, about Aunt May's death. It just haunted him.

May had died in a car accident. It had happened about a month ago, and Tony was kind enough to allow him to live with him. Tony had basically adopted him, and Peter would always be thankful. 

His particular nightmare tonight was devastating. It featured Tony, Pepper, May, Happy, Ned and MJ. They were all telling him he was worthless, alone and hated. They were confirming what he thought, and it really shook him up. At one point, Tony even told him that he was a burden, and that he wasn't welcome at the tower. It was just a nightmare. Just a nightmare, Pete.

He got up, and silently left his room. He didn't know where he was going, maybe an adventure around the tower? Suddenly, Peter heard FRIDAY. "Peter, you seem to be in distress. Do you want me to get Boss?" she asked, hesitantly.

"No, FRI, I'm fine," Peter whispered, careful not to wake anyone. 

**_Time skip 'cuz I'm lazy as hecc_**

Before long, Peter found himself on the roof of the tower. It truly was a beautiful sight up here, looking down at all of the New York lights. It really was a city that never slept. 

The tower was incredibly tall, too. 

One step, and he could end it all. End all of the doubts, all of the grief, all of the worry. One step...one step could solve everything. 

One step could end him. 

It seemed like a good idea. He would jump, and he would be a Peter pancake on the sidewalk. One step off. 

He started bracing himself, and well, his thoughts really weren't helping him with stepping away from the roof.

You're worthless, Parker. No one loves you. Everyone you love just dies. Just JUMP!

With tears cascading down his face, he took the step. 

Everyone, everyone, mourned Spider - Man and the great hero behind the mask, Peter Parker, for years to come. 

I'm aware I've just been really evil, and I'm sorry, peeps. 

Here are your helplines:

1) Samaritans = 116 123 

2) National Suicide Prevention Helpline = 1 800 273 8255

3) Shout = 85258

4) Mind = 0300 123 3393

5) And of course, Childline = 0800 1111

Remember, you are NOT worthless, and you don't need to end your life. It isn't a movie. 

I think I'm gonna do an alternate ending to this, what do you think?