Suddenly Tony was there. Peter hadn’t even hear him come in. He vaguely realised JARVIS must have been watching him, but in that moment he didn’t care. He was just glad Tony was there. Peter collapsed into his arms, clinging to him as he allowed himself to cry. “I’m sorry, mr Stark, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” His hands were gripping Tony’s shirt, and they trembled slightly as he remembered his nightmare. “I just - she kept saying it was my fault, that I’m cursed,” he sobbed. “Everyone around me keeps dying. Please, mr Stark, I don’t want you to die too. I can’t -” He cut himself off as he just started sobbing, his whole body shaking from the force of it. In the morning he’d probably feel embarrassed about it, but right now he was just hurting and scared. The words May had yelled at him in his nightmare kept running through his head. What if she was right? What if he really was cursed? First his parents, then uncle Ben, and now aunt May. Why did everyone around him keep dying? It just wasn’t fair.