THIS IS POST-ENDGAME IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE MOVIE AND DON'T WANT SPOILERS TURN BACK NOW!

This is my post-Endgame series! I will be doing several one shots connected to this but this is the first book, and it is five chapters! Tune in tomorrow for chapter two! This book covers the five stages of grief explained by a website, so if I get something wrong, please kindly tell me in the comments or via PM

And now, on with the story!

'We push away what we can never understand, we push away the unimaginable.'

It's Quiet Uptown by Original Broadway Cast of Hamilton

May walked up to the guest room of the cabin where she and Peter were staying with Pepper and Morgan and knocked on the door.

"Peter? It's May, kiddo. Happy made burgers."

"I'm not hungry right now." Peter responded through the closed door, and usually May would push further, but the funeral service had just ended a few hours ago, and she figured that it wasn't a good idea to continue pressing.

So, she nodded, even though he couldn't see her through the closed door. "Alright. We'll save you some in case you get hungry later." She offered, but Peter didn't respond, so she went back downstairs.

"Petey's not coming?" Morgan asked as Pepper put her plate and drink down in front of her daughter.

"He's not hungry right now, sweetheart." May smiled softly at the five year old girl. "He'll be down soon."

Morgan nodded, and started eating her burger, while May went to make Peter a plate.

"Is he really okay?" Happy asked in a whisper, not trying to disturb Pepper or Morgan.

"I don't think any of us are okay right now, Happy. Peter's gone through this four times now." The brunette sighed, putting foil over the plate and putting it in the fridge.

"Do you want me to talk to him?" He offered, but she shook her head as she grabbed a burger and set it on her plate.

"I'll talk to him tonight. But thank you."

"Anytime, Ms. Parker."

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"Peter, Morgan wants to say goodnight to you." May's voice broke through the defining silence that was his own thoughts

Peter opened the door, and plastered a fake smile at the four year old in front of him, hugging her tightly.

"Good night, Petey. I love you."

"I love you too, Morgan." He smiled, gently coaxing her to her room where Pepper was waiting for her while May entered their shared room.

"Still not hungry?"

"Not really. I'm just texting Ned." Peter insisted, waving his phone screen so she could see, and that's when she saw the name at the top of the screen.

Mr. Stark.

"Honey, come sit with me on the bed, alright?" She insisted, sitting down and tapping the space beside her, which he did sit in. "You do realize you're texting Tony's number, right?"

"N-no, I'm texting Ned."

"Last I checked, Ned's last name wasn't Stark." May spoke in a hushed voice, trying not to set off her nephew.

"Okay, I am texting Mr. Stark...I guess I just thought he would respond." Peter sighed, tossing his phone onto the fold-out couch, letting his shoulders slump. "I just wanna talk to him one more time."

May wrapped her arm around his shoulders, feeling them shake slightly, and pressed a kiss to the side of his head. "I know, baby. I know."

"W-why did he..." The teen trailed off, a sob sounding in his throat as his dark brown eyes became watery. "I-I mean, d-did he h-have..."

May turned so she was facing him, and gently put his head against her shoulder, letting out a long 'shhhhhhh' while feeling his body shake against hers, and her shirt get wet. She pressed another kiss against his head, gently running her hand through his curly hair, and looked up at the ceiling, letting in a shaky inhale.

She knew he was just trying to push it away, and pretend everything was alright. She had done the same thing just two years ago. They both had.