Peter watched from his spot hanging above the water. MJ was next to him, looking just as scared as he was.

His suit was in ruins, his face being shown as he looked down. Tony Stark was bloody and beaten, his suit almost completely destroyed.

He could only save one of them. Peter or MJ. One would die, one would live.

The glass was of his own making, supposed to be un breakable, and unmovable once set in place. He knew what would happen all too well.

Either Peter or MJ would be dropped down, the glass closed above them and the water set to rise. The only way to save one of them was to let the other die.

But Tony Stark always had another option, right?

Peter watched in horror as the motions set in front of him. Tony could barely move, much less fight the thirty men surrounding them.

He watched the scene play out as if a nightmare, something twisted that couldn't be true. Tony crawled forward, and pressed the button.

MJ was dropped first, landing right before the glass closed. Peter couldn't escape and he pounded on the glass to break it but it was no use.

He watched as MJ desperately swam up, pounding on the glass to stop. Then he watched as she stopped moving, and she floated to the top.

"No!" Peter was crying, angry as ever. Tony crawled over, trying to comfort him but Peter just turned away, his voice breaking. "You were supposed to save her."

"Kid—" Tony started.

Peter turned back, snarling in anger as he clenched his hands, glaring at who used to be his father figure. "You were supposed to save her!"

~{•}~

Percy awoke with a start, breathing heavily as he looked through the dark to the time. 3:27.

He had been waking up in the middle of the night for a while now, pretty much every day. Wether it was from the first war, the second one, or his fights with the avengers, he hardly got sleep.

"Kid?" Percy heard a familiar voice. "I heard screaming, are you alright?"

When Percy didn't respond, the door opened and Tony Stark walked through it, sitting down on the bed. "Look, I know I'm the last person you want to talk to but—"

Tony was interrupted by Percy wrapping his arms around him and sobbing quietly into his chest. Even after all this time, all the fights, he was still a kid.

"I lost both of them." Tony knew who Percy was referring to. "I lost both of them, Mr Stark. I fought so hard, but it was of no use."

"Hey, hey. It's okay. They loved you, Kid," Tony tried to reassure him. "They know you did all you could. It's not your fault."

"I tried. I really did." Percy was still crying, something he hadn't done in a while. "I gave everything I had. But it wasn't enough."

Tony continued to comfort him, knowing it's what Percy needed most. Someone to tell him it wasn't his fault.

As Percy started to sleep, he looked up one last time. "Dad, I'm so sorry."

Tony was startled for a moment, but only smiled. "It's not your fault."

But there was more Tony wanted to say, something he had known for the past three years. So as he walked quietly away, he couldn't help but whispering more.

"It's mine."