Tony just stared at the spot where Peter had been until his legs had given out. Without knowing what to do or think, he just stayed in that numb devastation. His mind and his heart simply unable and unwilling to process any further.
Just how long before something interrupted that haven between knowing and not fully comprehending, he didn't know. He shielded his face as the wind blew dust into the air, not entirely caring what was happening now. He watched as a strange man stepped out of a blue phone booth looking thing, almost hoping this person was here to kill him.
He blinked when the man knew his name. Should he care? Did he speak? What was the point? "Who are you?" He finally asked. He felt disconnected from all of this, even his own voice. It was like he was watching himself being played by someone else.
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Peter.
Tony just stared at the spot where Peter had been until his legs had given out. Without knowing what to do or think, he just stayed in that numb devastation. His mind and his heart simply unable and unwilling to process any further.
Just how long before something interrupted that haven between knowing and not fully comprehending, he didn't know. He shielded his face as the wind blew dust into the air, not entirely caring what was happening now. He watched as a strange man stepped out of a blue phone booth looking thing, almost hoping this person was here to kill him.
He blinked when the man knew his name. Should he care? Did he speak? What was the point? "Who are you?" He finally asked. He felt disconnected from all of this, even his own voice. It was like he was watching himself being played by someone else.