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Chapter 1- Aunt May

His hands trembled. He felt completely numb. Sitting just in front of Aunt May's hospital room, he couldn't forget about the single truth his mind was telling him.

She was dead.

A doctor stepped out of Aunt May's room with a miserable look on her face. Peter looked up, only to see the sorrow and comfort the doctor had to offer. He stood up and walked inside the room, only to see a lifeless and motionless body of his beloved aunt. The aunt that together with him suffered through Uncle Ben's death, the aunt that was always there for him. Always. 

And everything had to be taken away because of a car accident. Peter dropped onto a chair. Through tears he could only repeat: May, May, May, I'm so sorry, it's all my fault, i should have saved you.

The doctor came up to him.

"Do you have anywhere to go? We could take you to foster care? How about that?" the doctor asked. Peter shook his head, he stood up and came up to May's bed. Tears were falling down his cheeks. He took May's cold hand and squeezed it. What was he supposed to do now? He had nowhere else to turn. He couldn't go to foster care. He couldn't let this happen to him. He wouldn't agree to this.

He just sat there, next to May's body, until he realized the presence of someone else in the small hospital room. He raised his head slowly and so no one other than Tony Stark. His usually glistening eyes were now full of sorrow and care. 

"Kid?" Tony asked.

"Mr. Stark, please, help." Peter whispered, new tears descending down his red cheeks.

"Come on kid, let's take you home." Tony said, coming up to Peter. He dragged the kid up from the chair. 

"No...no... i can't leave her, Mr.Stark." Peter mumbled.

"Peter, come on kid, you can't do anything now." Tony whispered. Seeing the kid in this state was too much even for such an emotionless man Tony was. He couldn't help but hug the kid. After all, everything that happened to this kid these past few months, had made Tony care for him, how much he tried to hide it. 

"It's my fault. I should've saved her. She's dead because of me." Peter whispered.

"It's not your fault, kid. You didn't know, you couldn't do anything." Tony replied. "Let's go, we need to get this all sorted."

Tony took the kid to the car, where Happy was waiting for them.

"What happened?" Happy asked, opening the door for Tony and Peter. Peter sat down by the left window, tears still appearing in his eyes. Tony shook his head in response and sat down in the front passenger's seat. It was only a few minutes into the ride to the Tower, when Peter fell asleep.

"His aunt died. He has nowhere else to go. I'm taking him in." Tony said.

"What? You, Tony Stark, are taking in a kid!" Happy exclaimed.

"This kid deserves better, he went through more than anyone did. I'm not letting him be dropped by a random foster family." Tony hissed. The rest of the car ride was spent in silence.

There was no other choice left for Tony Stark. He needed to take care of this kid. He needed to take care of Spider-Man.