My Immortal

Song: My Immortal

Band: Evanescence

Written by Ben Moody and Amy Lee

This is a fic about the song My Immortal, I been wanting to write something with this song for a while. For me this song is about someone being in a coma so I took that with Tony and Peter, I love them both dearie, and this came out, sorry about any grammatical error and the ooc.

I don't own Marvel or My Immortal or the picture above, If you can find the artist who did it I will gladly give them credit for it.

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Tony walk into the hospital room, it was cold and smell strongly of cheap cleaning products, he was so tired, he been in this hospital room for a while, it was a VIP room on the top floor of the most pristine hospital in New York, the room looked more like an apartment, minus the kitchen, though for him it was a nightmare being there, each time was like fear wrap itself on his heart and claw at it, Tony just wanted to turn around and leave but he can't, he can't leave, he never does.

Slowly, Tony walk to the bed, smiling sadly at the figure laying on it, Peter Parker, the kid from Queens that somehow made a home in Tony's heart, after what happen with Toomes they grew closer, Tony would sometimes call him 'his kid', they were always together, hell Peter would spend days with Tony rather than going home, May, his aunt, never really cared, she knew he was in good hands, now... Peter lay unmoving in a hospital bed, intubated, "Hey, buddy." He whispered, afraid to speak too loud, he knew that Peter was in pain, even with all of the medicine running through his system, it would burn out too quickly, "I'm right here." Tony took a seat on the chair besides the bed, his chair now that he been there for weeks, no one else sat on that chair but him. Tony lift his hands, one to hold onto Peter's unmoving hand and the other to brush his hair out of his face, Tony felt his eyes fill with tears as he remembers how this happen, a bus accident, Peter was going on a field trip, Tony doesn't remember where to, but the bus flipped thanks to a truck, the kid being him, pulled out his web shooters and webbed everyone he could, of course he forgot to web himself, and hit his head multiple times, fracturing his skull, Dr. Strange though it was pure luck he didn't died then and there, the rest of his body got damage as it flew everywhere in the bus, by the time the bus stopped, everyone was unconscious and by the time help arrive, any trace of Spiderman got whipped out, the other kids didn't remember what happened, they were fine, a few scratches and bumps here and there, some have to stay in the hospital for a couple of days but Peter was the only one to end up in a coma. When Tony receive the call, it was like his world just fell to his feet, he dropped everything to go to the site to meet up with May, he saw how the bus ended up, almost split in half, laying on its back, firemen and paramedics running around it, Tony helped with the sue against the truck driver and the company he worked with, ending up winning the case but Peter was still in a coma weeks after the accident, doctors told him that he should let him go, Peter was in too much pain to wake up, he couldn't breathe on his own and his brain was failing, Dr. Strange, a man of science like Tony, kept on checking on Peter, saying that his brain show that the kid was fighting, but his body wanted to give up and it was better to let him go.

"Hey, kid..." Tony swallow a sob, hating how pale his kid look on the bed, "I know you're fighting in there, but..." Tony swallow again, hating the knot forming on his throat as he speaks to Peter, "but if you have to go, you can go, we'll be fine here..." Tony said, feeling a few tears scape, it's been weeks since the accident and sometimes at night, Tony can't help but to not feel alone, it was like there was someone with him, he would sometimes hear a familiar laugh or chuckled that Tony know that belongs to the unconscious boy, sometimes he could feel a tap on his shoulder, someone running their hand through his hair or a pull on his arm, Tony was never alone, it was depressing him knowing the kid was in a coma but his presence was always there, following him, "Please, I want you to rest." Tony begged, wanting to scream, yell, but he was too consume by exhaustion that the only thing he could do was to cry quietly.