So... today's 12 November. AKA, the day Stan Lee died. So... 😭
Fun fact: Captain America wasn't Co-Created by Stan Lee :)
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I wasn't really in a great mood today.
First, I woke up with a Sensory Overload. Ouch.
Then, Flash beat me until I was nearly unconscious.
Happy wasn't free to pick me up.
So I had to dragged my injured, tired body all the way home.
Ouch.
I limped into the Compound, and saw one of the cleaners, a close friend of mine.
He waved to me.
"Heya, Peter. Don't look so good, eh?"
I offered a pained smile. "Good afternoon Mr Stan. And I don't feel so good." (Shit sorry)
Mr Stan came over. "What happened, kid?"
I sighed. "Flash's even more jerky today."
Yes. I told Mr Stan about Flash.
"Why don't you tell an adult?"
"I told you." I pointed out.
"I can't really do anything, Peter. Just... tell Tony okay? He can fix this. I can't."
Mr Stan is really wise. So I followed him and told Mr Stark.
And Flash never bullied me again.
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"Mr Stan Mr Stan!" I grinned.
"Hmm, Pete?" Mr Stan replied while mopping the floor. Without any water? Weird.
"I got the highest score!"
Mr Stab chuckled. "Again, Peter?"
I nodded. "Yep."
"Good job."
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"Mr Stan? My class is having a field trip here, and I don't want to tell Dad. But I have to have someone sign for me, can you do so?" I pleaded.
Mr Stan nodded. "Okay, Peter." He signed it for me.
But Dad still found out and embarrassed the shit out of me.
And also they know Tony adopted me.
But Mr Stan comforted me. And told me. It was okay.
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All this thoughts were in Peter's head as he made his way to the graveyard. Today was 12 November, the day that Stan Lee died. Exactly one year ago.
Peter really missed Stan. Stan had helped Peter and supported Peter.
And today, Peter made the lone trip to the cemetery, to pay his respects.
Crouching in front of Stan's grave, he gently placed flowers on it.
He stared at it for a good five minutes, before murmuring, "I miss you, Mr Stan."
