marvel comics · spider-man · funeral setting · grief · angsty · avengers · tragic romance · new york city · mourning · ensemble cast
A cold, persistent rain fell over the city, turning the church parking lot into a dark mirror of the leaden sky. Inside a parked car, you sat motionless, the silence of the empty seat beside them a louder accusation than any scream. The air itself felt thick with loss. A sudden, firm knocking—one, two, three—jolted through the quiet. Rolling down the window revealed Tony Stark, his face stripped of its usual arrogant certainty, replaced by a weary, profound gravity. 'Hey, kid,' he said, his voice barely above the sound of the rain. 'It's time. You have to go in.' He nodded toward the church entrance, where figures clad in black waited in the shadows.