Aftermath

TONYS POV
I sat at my desk, fiddling with a pen in between my fingers, it was a nervous habit, I had been working on some paperwork, but I needed Peters signature to finish them.

The Avengers had headed back to the compound after we talked for a while. I guess they were tired.

My mind stuck on a million different things, how am I supposed to help the kid? I went through the same thing and was crushed, I became l closed off and irrational. I don't want that for him.

I don't know how I'm supposed to comfort him either, I've never had a kid, let alone a kid who's gone through as much as he has.

I sighed and dropped the pen on the desk, wrapping my hands around my head. I headed upstairs to Peters room, thank god I listened to my gut. He was shaking uncontrollably and sweating like crazy.

I tried to wake him up but I couldn't, I rubbed my hands up and down Peters' arms, hoping it would calm him down, it did, he stopped shaking and laid his head in my lap. I knew I couldn't get up without waking him, so I sat there, making sure he knew I'm here for him.

I sat there all night, he shook, probably had a few nightmares. But he slept, which is a good thing. He woke up pretty early, I didn't know he was a morning person.

He sat up slowly saying a quick "Morning." Like nothing is wrong."Goodmorning kid, are you okay?" I asked, slightly worried. "Yeah, I just had a few bad dreams, when can I go home?" I sighed, he thinks it's a dream, does it hurt him that much? "Kid...it wasn't nightmares, for right now this is your home," I answered, a frown on my face.

I could see him break in front of me, he tried to hide it, he covered his face with his hands, sobbing quietly. I brought him in close, leaning his head against my chest. I rubbed his back, I didn't say anything, sometimes you just need to cry without people telling you everything's going to be okay. He's probably going to hear that enough.

"I want to visit her, see her grave, I mean," Peter said quietly, his voice cracking in between words. "Are you sure about that? It's a big move." I replied I couldn't really tell him no, right?... "I need to, please?" He asked, his voice low and shaking. "Of course kid, let me make you some breakfast first?" He nodded and got up, telling me he'd be in the shower.

I went downstairs, going to make Peters favorite breakfast. This is a bad idea, he's not going to be able to handle it, or will he surprise me and take it fine? I guess I'll have to wait and see.