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He walked down the hall, amazed. The same hall. The same kitchen. He knew they wouldn’t change much of his things, but to not change much of anything since he’d left was strange to him. He took a peek and saw that his childhood room was the same as ever.
Down in the workshop a series of Iron Man suits stood proudly, intermingled with the Winter Soldier and Captain America uniforms.
His heroes. His fathers.
This was the last time. He could feel it that it was the last time he’d see them.
Peter fought down the urge to cry.
Further down the hall and there they were. Wrapped around each other like they had always been, since his childhood of nonstop joy and moments of scares. But he had a happy life with them. His fathers had as well. Peter could not doubt that, looking at them as his Daddy snorted and his Dad nearly fell off the bed. It was Papa’s strong hold that kept Dad from actually tumbling off the bed.
Peter turned, walking through the house. His Daddy’s body had finally become unable to handle the arc reactors’ energy. And they chose together that they wanted to die together. Peter remembered coming to the house with his alpha, Harley, a few days later. The goodbyes had already been said, of course. It didn’t stop the violent emotional reaction when instead of finding his parents he had found bodies.
But it had been their choice and getting to see, thanks to the ability his Daddy had handed down to him, one of their last nights was something he would always cherish. He knew he wouldn’t want to live without his alpha and so a part of him just simply understood why he’d lost his parents.
“Sir?” Jarvis spoke up.
“It’s okay, Jarvis,” Peter replied. “You’ll be coming with me.”
“I look forward to a new adventure,” Jarvis replied as Peter laid down on the couch and waited to wake up for just that, five years into his own future.