Peter Parker walked through the home of Pepper Potts and Tony Stark with his hands deep in his pockets. It was far more modest than anything he would have expected of Tony. It made him proud that in the five years Tony had with his family he had finally embraced the easier side of life enjoyed it. He undoubtedly deserved it.

All around him people were shuffling around making light conversation with those they knew. Aunt May was talking with Happy in the backyard still or he would have asked to leave by now. He came to honor Tony and support Pepper but that was it. There wasn't a single other person with whom he wished to speak to. He caught side glances from a few fellow Avengers who had been present in that battle field the last time he'd been with them all. They didn't have anything to say to him though. He wasn't surprised by that or particularly bothered considering how they had left things.

"Use the Stone's to save Tony! You used them before, use them to bring back Tony!" Peter cried out desperately as his eyes remained locked on Tony's now wasted face, his eyes staring back unseeingly.

"Kid… You know we can't do that." Doctor Strange had muttered quietly, but it was so silent that he didn't need to speak with any more volume.

"You knew he was going to die, you saved him on Titan because you knew! You let him die." Peter yelled back at the wizard who he'd never been quite sure of to begin with.

"Fate willed it so, Tony knew what he was doing when he put that glove on." Doctor Strange said with a tone of finality.

"No, you willed it so! Tony died because he was human. Several people here could have put on the glove and survived but you pushed that duty on Tony!" Peter yelled back, tears brimming his eyes but from anger instead of sadness now.

"You're not the only one who cared about Tony, we all did." Steve Roger's said with both sternness and softness in his voice all in one sentence.

"Oh please, you never cared about Tony. I know what happened with the accords, and after." Peter said his anger rising now.

"Look kid Cap and Tony made up, and that's the only reason you're back. Tony knew what he was doing." Bruce Banner said in agreement, his head held down as he spoke.

"This is a joke of a team, and you guys cut Tony out a long time ago." Peter countered but he knew the point was lost. The gauntlet was held securely in the arms of Carol Danvers now who watched the scene with an impartial look on her face.

"You're out of line. I get you hero worshipped Stark but that doesn't give you the right." Sam said and Peter noticed everyone was gathered around Captain America and Doctor Strange. He stood alone off to the side on his own. It was symbolic of where he stood with the Avenger's now without Tony. Behind him Rhodey and Pepper were tending to Tony with the help of Wanda. Pepper was talking softly to Tony, even though he was gone, she was saying her goodbyes. With one last look at his Hero's body he turned back to the others.

"Okay. I'm done with the Avengers. Don't contact me ever again." Peter had said before web slinging away. Ignoring the cries from Rhodey about needing a medic before traveling.

"Peter?" a small voice asked bringing him back to the present and Peter turned around to see a little girl looking at him. She had large brown eyes and he immediately knew who she was.

When Pepper had called May to invite them to Tony's funeral, they had spent a long time on the phone. Pepper and May sadly had a lot in common now. May had sat him down after and asked about the fight he'd had with the Avenger's to which Peter quickly deflected. He told her it was just a moment of anger, which was a lie as the anger still coursed through him as he saw them all standing in Tony's home today. What she said that had intrigued Peter the most was that Pepper had told her that in the five years in which Peter and many others were absent, they had brought a daughter into the world.

Peter was immediately filled with a warmth thinking of Tony living his last few years with his daughter and wife. He pictured a happy family instead of a billionaire burned one too many times. Grief was a funny thing though, just as you thought you came up for air and were doing okay, a new wave takes you back under. Since learning about little Morgan Stark, the more everything seemed to become painful and unfair again. The little girl would never know her father, and the how great he was.

"You must be Morgan" Peter said kneeling down to her level and she smiled up at him. Her eyes were rimmed with red and Peter fought to keep his smile genuine. "Yeah, I am! How did you know?" She asked with curiosity wild in her bright eyes.

"Well you look just like your dad, and I've heard so much about the awesome Morgan Stark." Peter said ruffling her hair.

"But how do you know me?" He asked genuinely curious.

"You were Daddy's favorite of all the superheroes of course. He showed me you on Youtube!" She said excitedly, and grabbed his hand to drag him off somewhere. Peter stumbled to his feet to abide by her tight grip.

She dragged him past a crowd of people into the kitchen where she stopped in front of the sink. Her little finger pointed up at the shelf next to it. Peter felt his heart constrict in his chest. Sitting up on the shelf was a framed picture of Tony and himself with a staged Stark internship award. He looked so much different here than he did when he looked in the mirror this morning, his smile was wide and carefree. And Tony was alive, looking healthy and whole.

"Hey Morgan, Happy needs your help out in the backyard okay Hunny?" a voice said behind Peter and he heard the slaps of Morgan's little feet running across the linoleum as she exited the kitchen. Peter knew Pepper was in the kitchen behind him now, but he wasn't ready to tear his eyes away from the photo in his shaking hands. Pepper put a hand on his shoulder gently and Peter swallowed at the lump in his throat.

"Why is this here? I didn't know he kept this." He asked his voice weak.

"He had it printed off shortly after everything that happened with Thanos. He cared about you a lot Peter." She murmured softly, squeezing his shoulder.

"I… I cared about Tony and looked up to him since I was a kid. I guess I just never got the impression that it was reciprocated all that much. Then he hugged me on the battlefield, and now this picture. There's so much more I need to talk to him about." Peter confessed, all his words leaving his mouth quickly before he lost the nerve to speak them.

"Tony wouldn't have done what he did, if he didn't think you were going to be around after. I remember when he returned from Titan the first words out of his mouth. He looked at me and said I lost the kid. We were happy for the five years, we got lucky, but he was always mourning you." She explained.

Peter tilted his head back now in one last attempt to hold the tears in. Pepper grabbed his shoulders and turned him around, pulling him into a hug.

"It's not fair." He choked out and she only nodded in agreement, rubbing circles on his back. Footsteps sounded and Peter looked up to see Steve Roger's enter the kitchen.

"Kid…" he started to say but Peter shook his head angrily and set the picture down on the counter.

"Pepper, please tell May I got a ride home with a friend. I've got to get out of here." He requested and she nodded.

"Take this though. I want you to have it." She said placing the photo back into his hands. Peter nodded before quickly exciting through a side door. _

It had been two weeks since Tony's funeral. Peter felt more stable but grief still creeped up on him every now and then. He stood with May in a busy airport along with his fellow classmates who were also going on the trip to Europe. It was a group of about 15 kids, but had originally been more towards 30 kids.

Another harsh reality he returned home to was the fact that everyone he knew was either dusted or now 5 years older. Not huge in the scheme of adulthood but half his classmates had already moved on and were young adults instead of teenagers. He was grateful that Ned and Mj were among those still his age, and thus going along on this trip.

School resumed a week after the Snap. The school was still functioning with who were left so it was more about reaching out to all the students and children who returned from the snap about whether they would return or not.

Another loose end was a previously paid for trip for the seniors to Europe that conveniently landed so close to their return. They all debated and decided that since it was paid for, they would still go. That they would still try to salvage their senior year after everything they had been through.

"Be safe Pete… I love you." May said as she hugged him tightly.

"Of course May, I'll see you soon." He replied pulling away and grabbing his luggage as a warning sounded. She stared at him with a odd expression. Peter knew she was worried about him, so he forced the best smile he could before turning away towards boarding his plane.

He was ready for a break from New York and to spend some time with his friends. Tomorrow or the day after two suits would arrive at Pepper's doorstep as Peter had decided he no longer wished to wear those suits or be spiderman. Not for awhile at least. They were million dollar pieces of equipment and they belonged with Stark Industries so he sent them to her with a note.

What Peter didn't know was that waiting for him in Europe was a man by the name of Quentin Beck, otherwise known as Mysterio. Peter's path was about to darken as his trust with the Avenger's would be tested further.