So I had a dream about this and I was like: hmmm that would be a good idea for a story so thus this was born! I hope you guys like it and today I have just been in the writing mood so two updates in one day! :D It's that kind of day!

WARNING: Self harm, suicidal tendencies

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Avengers or Spider-Man, unfortunately :( I wish…

Peter couldn't take it anymore. Everything appeared black and white, all the joy in the world was gone. Every since Gwen died he felt nothing, Aunt May tried to get him to open up and be his old self again, but he just couldn't. No matter where he turned he thought of Gwen, her beautiful smile, shining hair, exuberant personality… That was all that was on his mind as he wandered around the streets of New York at night. This certainly wasn't the safest idea, but he really didn't care. He knew if Gwen was here she would be scolding him for not living his life, but Gwen was his life…

As he made his way further and further from his home Peter's thoughts took a dark turn. If he couldn't bring Gwen back he might as well join her, that way they can be together again. He found a pretty tall building and climbed up the side spidey style, not caring if anyone saw. It's not like it would matter anyways since he wouldn't be here for that much longer.

Standing on the edge of the building Peter thought about the one thing he would regret: leaving his Aunt behind. She had already lost her husband, this would certainly break her even more so. Unfortunately Peter couldn't find it in his heart to care, Gwen was all that consumed him.

Sighing he looked at the skyline of the city for one last time. There was a little nag in his heart that told him maybe this wasn't the right thing to do, but he quickly buried that thought.

He closed his eyes as he lifted one foot and took the step that would bring him back to Gwen. The sensation of falling reminded him of his Spider-Man antics which reminded him what a failure he was. All he did was get people hurt…

The distance didn't look that high from the ledge, but when actually falling it seemed as if time slowed down. Expecting an impact in the next second or so Peter hugged himself tight.

He felt something slam into him and then he felt as if he was flying. He didn't think death would feel like this…

Lounging on his massive 'deck' Tony Stark was watching the New York skyline in a reclining cushion chair. He loved to sit and admire the city that never sleeps. Bright lights all over the place and screams of joy could be heard throughout the night. Nothing could ruin this perfect night…

He looked around and froze when he saw a young man standing on the ledge of a building near his tower. He seemed to be having an internal battle, but made up his mind. As soon as Tony saw the kid lift his foot he deployed the latest version of his suit and dove off the side of his tower. The kid was falling fast, but Tony knew he would make it in time to save the kid.

He caught the kid and felt bad about the bruises the kid was going to have, but then remembered that would be a big improvement from pancake on the sidewalk.

Once he had the kid secure he flew back to his deck and placed him down. The kid didn't open his eyes though…

"What the hell do you think you were doing?" Tony yelled to snap the kid out of it.

Peter's eyes flew open when he heard someone yell at him. He was definitely not expecting to be looking at Iron Man, aka Tony Stark. The guy was one of his biggest idols!

"Well… I… uh…" Peter was at a loss for words and couldn't put together a cohesive sentence. Honestly how are you suppose to say: 'oh yeah I was just trying to kill myself, which you interrupted by the way, to be with my girlfriend'.

So :D what do you guys think!? I hope you liked it! I just had to get the idea down and out there as soon as possible!

I also have an idea for a fanfic for The Maze Runner- like I swear my brain comes up with ideas for multiple things at one time! Like really!