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Inspired by the song; Someone You Loved: Lewis Capaldi

Just as it was healing, your world had been flipped upside down again. Everything had changed.

On the positive side, Peter was home again, and there to encase you in his arms. Despite the black and tear stained eyes, he was your everything, and he was safe again. But, having your whole world back again helped it come crashing down.

Your father had sacrificed everything for the team, and now he was laid down to rest after giving up his life for his family. Tony Stark, the leader and father of the Avengers, didn't make it through their final battle. Steve had returned to live his life with Peggy, after saying his final goodbyes. And then there was Natasha. Whom sacrificed her soul for the another. The Soul Stone. You had been through the battle with them, and watched your father die on the field. After defeating Thanos, his last light flashed out, and it was his time to say goodbye.

You sat with your legs tied to your chest, letting out shaky breaths as another wave of tears approached. Your cheeks were drowned in the salty liquid, and your lips were soaked in spit, having not bothered to clean yourself up with the mass emotional breakdowns that continued to occur every time you moved. Everything reminded you of your father. Whether it be a mindless painting on the wall, or something as familiar as his flannel shirt, which you had clasped between your knuckles. The team had tried their best to comfort you before leaving and returning to their normal lives in hope for a better start, a new beginning. But nothing was working. There was no home anymore. There was no where to go.

Your mother, Pepper, was trying to stay strong, but just like yourself she was finding it hard. She had been the same as yourself before deciding she needed to be strong for the family she had left, even though the biggest part of it was gone. Nothing but a memory. You never had imagined having to call your father something as such. You never thought you would have to resemble him as just a fragment of your imagination when you wanted him to exist. He was nothing but a soul memory, floating around your brain.

The door to your room opened slightly, but you didn't move your eyes from the floor. You had your back against your headboard, your eyes had been staring at the same square of carpet for hours, days. You had forgotten what day it was, what month it was, what time it was. It didn't matter anymore because your world had come to a stop.

You caught a glimmer of Peter, walking towards your bed. Your best friend had endured the war with you, and had been there to comfort you through the darkness. He, too, had been shedding much more than a few tears over the past few days, and this wasn't the first time he had come to check up on you. Sitting down on your bed, his hair was unruly, curls hanging down over his face and his cheeks were a pale red, matching his sore eyes. You lifted your eyes from the carpet, meeting Peter's rather broken and lifeless ones. His cheeks were bruised, and his nose still had a few blood stains where he had been careless to clean it. At the pure sight of him looking at you, you let out a weak sob, dropping the flannel and diving into his arms. He encased you tightly, resting his head on your shoulder, letting out a whimper as tears fell into your shirt. You cried together for a moment, gripping each other tightly, so much at times it might have hurt if you weren't already so bruised.

"Y-Y/N, I'm so sorry" Peter whispered, desperately trying to catch his breath after you both lost someone who meant the world to you. You let out a loud sob, letting your grasp weaken and loosened your arms from Peter's neck. "Don't apologise, Peter. We did everything we could. It was just... His time" you wiped your nose, tears still streaming down your cheeks. He clenched his eyes together tightly, trying to stop the tears. He rested his head against your chest, your hands lifting to his cheeks. The damp tears ran across your fingers as he cried against you, yourself feeling the building pressure once again.

"We'er gonna get through this" you whispered gently, lowering your eyes to Peter's head. He sighed shakily, lifting his forehead from your chest to look at you. You pushed the loose strands of hair away from his eyes, letting out a strangled sigh. "You and me" you mustered up a smile, despite the pain. Peter nodded slowly, confirming what you had said; "Always?"

"Always, Pete. I promise"

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So Endgame was amazing. I went with a friend and I truly must say it didn't hit me as hard in the cinema, but getting home everything came to. This was RDJ's last movie and it went out with a bang. I personally think it ended how it was meant to, and things played out perfectly, despite having lost one of the most beloved characters of our time. But, come on. If you've seen Endgame, when Peter was crying, my insides were screaming. His. Little. Face. I was dead in my chair I tell you that.

If you've seen the movie, please message me. I need someone to talk to.