~Will I always have you?~Irondad and Spiderson Fanfic~

Chaptet 19: Russian.

"Hello, Steve Rogers speaking." Steve said as he went into the small office space and sat down.

"Hello Mr Rogers, I'm calling today to talk about the guardianship with Peter Parker. My name is Miss Redgreeve." A lady replied.

"Of course."

"Great. I spoke to Mr Hogan yesterday about this so I assume you know alittle of what we are about to discuss?"

"Yes, he mentioned a few things."

"Yes, we had two people come to my office, Mr and Mrs Claywood, who are Peter's God parents. They had documents to show and have an interest in adopting Peter."

Steve swallowed, "So I've been told. And if we were interested in that as an option too?"

"That would be another issue. Of course consulting Peter is important, but with Peter's offical guardian gone it would be natural for someone like his God parent's to take him in. Of course, we would hold meetings to ensure they were suitable and had the boy's best interest at heart."

"So..if it were between us and them, they would definitley get custody?"

"Not definitley but most likely, I'm affraid that's how things work. However, we can arrange for Peter to go out with his God parents before anything permanent happens, if that would be suitable?"

"I'll have to ask Peter but I'm sure he would like that." Steve replied.

"That's okay, is Saturday at 11am a good time? Peter can choose a place to meet them if the next few meetings with them go well. Nothing permanemt just so we have an idea of time slots."

"Uh, yeah that should be fine. Thank you."

"Perfect, I'll check how things are in a few days. Thank you for your time Mr Rogers."

Steve hung up and placed the phone on the desk, dropping his head into his hands. He didn't ever seem to catch a break from anything; he couldn't possibly imagine how Peter was feeling.

The poor kid, he didn't even know how to help. With his breakdown that afternoon he felt even more at a loss of what to do.

"Uncle Steve?"

The man looked up, Peter was hovering in the doorway looking slightly apprehensive.

"Yeah?"

"Do-...am I going to have to leave?" He fiddled with his shirt while glancing up at Steve, part of him wanted to know the answer but the other part didn't. From what he had gathered it was pretty much a fifty-fifty scenario.

"No, not now atleast. But we'll figure this all out." He didn't want to lie but he didn't want to frighten him.

Steve held open his arms and Peter practically collapsed in them, walking over quickly and wrapping his arms around him. "So the lady on the phone said that if you wanted to..you could meet your God parents." Steve said carefully, he could feel the boy tense up in his arms.

"You don't have to Peter, no one is forcing you." He reminded, rubbing his back gently to relax him. He wasn't keen on the idea of bringing up things, especially when the boy was like this, but he needed to get an idea of where he was at with things.

"I-...I d-don't know." Peter said, pulling back from the hug. "I think I want to but...I don't know." Steve could read Peter like an open book, he could see the hope he held in his eyes and knew what was stopping him.

"We don't mind kid. You have family now, don't waste your chance to meet them because of us. But if you don't want to at all that's okay; if you're worrying about us minding, we're not. We're happy for you."

Peter nodded and looked up at him, "I will then. But...you're my family too."

Steve smiled, or as much as he could, and put an arm on his back, guiding him to the door. The man went to go to back to the others but Peter stopped him.

"Is there going to be a funeral?" He asked, so calming as if asking what the weather was.

Steve didn't really know to respond for a moment before he cleared his throat, "Yes, we can organise something soon."

The boy nodded before walking off back into the room with all the others, Steve following close behind.

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He was facing the building, that same horrible builing which made his stomach churn and insides twist together. And then it was happening again; he couldn't do anything again.

Peter watched as all the Avengers charged into the building, he saw himself swing into the back door. His heart pounded in his chest as he saw Tony again, his Dad was there.

"No." He whispered to himself, he knew what was going to happen and he didn't want to face it. He didn't want to see it, not again. And then everything changed around him, and he could see himself hugging Tony's body, crying, screaming.

"N-no..please." Peter murmed, he couldn't move, couldn't go to save Tony. He could just watch as he died. Died, died, died.

Then it changed, and May was lying next to him. Their bodies were pale, deathly, eyes void of any life. "M-may, Dad..."

Voice were whispering but they sounded like screams in his head.

"Your fault."

"They never loved you."

"Burden."

"You killed them Peter."

"Dead because of you!"

"Приветствую Гидру."

Peter's eyes flew open and he flinched awake, body jolting as his head snapped up from Steve's shoulder. "Peter?"

He didn't acknowledge Steve, or anything for that matter. One thing was just tattoed into his brain.

"Приветствую Гидру."

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word count: 1529

(i used google translate so don't hate me if it is something completely different)

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