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A figure sat at the edge of a roof. Shadows lurked all around, the sun long gone at the end of the day. Families and friends and strangers stood at the park on the opposite side of the road, watching the sky. Light exploded suddenly, colors splattering against the darkness. The sound of fireworks filled the air.
Boom
Crackle Crackle
They were celebrating the day the Avengers fought against Thanos.
The day they won.
The day most won, atleast.
Boom
Crack
The figure shifted, a gloved hand sliding slightly across the dirty roof.
"Hey Karen?"
"Yes?"
"Do you think he would be proud of me?"
Boom
Crackle Crackle
"Yes, Tony would be very proud of you."
"Thank you, Karen."
"Of course."
A not-quite-silence silence stretched on, broken by the boom of another firework.
"Karen?" His voice broke.
""Can you play the-"
"Playing the audio clip now."
"Hey kid," Tony Stark's voice came through the suit speakers.
Boom
Crackle Crackle
"If you're listening to this, it means it worked and I got you back."
A pause.
"But it also means I'm dead."
Boom
Crack
"I don't think I ever told you how much you meant to me."
A kid screamed somewhere down in the park.
"That was a mistake. A really big one."
Boom
Crackle
"I had Morgan because of you, you know. I didn't want kids before. Then you walked right in and completely changed my mind."
Boom
Crack
"I always wanted you to be better, but I didn't realize you already were."
He paused again.
"I'm sorry."
Boom
Crackle Crackle
"I love you, Peter, I really do."
A figure sat at the edge of a roof, shoulders shaking and breathing unsteady.
A figure sat at the edge of a roof surrounded by noises of celebration, on a day filled with grief.
A figure sat at the edge of a roof, completely alone.