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spider-dancer · 2 years

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Fanfic: Tony’s abusive boyfriend trope

Warning: abuse

The elevator rings and Peter runs towards the kitchen flailing his Physics test above his head.

“Mr Stark! Mr Stark! Guess who got an A on their Physics test!” Peter yells as he skids into the room. He freezes suddenly as he notices a man next to Tony that he’s never seen before. His smile drops and he slowly lowers his arm displaying his paper.

“Hey kiddo, Congratulations! See, I knew you’d do amazing.” Tony exclaims as he pulls Peter into a hug. “Oh Petey Pie, this is Jim. Jim this is my favorite little prodigy, Peter.” Tony introduces them with a nervous smile. Peter doesn’t think he has really seen Tony nervous before, well besides all the times he was injured.

Peter puts on a friendly smile and holds his hand out.

“It’s nice to meet you sir.”

“Nice to meet you too young man.” Jim says, taking his hand and giving him a firm shake.

Peter’s hair on the back of his neck tingles for just a mere second, but he ignores it as it must be nerves.

“So Peter, I’ve been wanted to tell your for a while now, but Jim and I have been dating. Only for about month. But I’m glad you two finally get to meet, the two boys in my life-oh sorry: men in my life.” Tony rambles and ruffles Peter’s hair affectionally. Peter almost widens his eyes in surprise, but he maintains his smile.

“Yeah, Tony’s told me a lot about you Pete. I hear you’re a little genius.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say genius.” Peter replies politely.

“Oh my kid’s just being modest. Besides Bruce, Peter’s the only one who can keep up with me in the lab.” Tony brags, slinging his arm around the blushing boy. “Anyways, we were in the middle of making some pasta, I was hoping we could all have dinner together.” He continues.

“Yeah that sounds great.” Peter says, trying to sound enthusiastic.

Tony smiles warmly and gives him a side hug and little peck on the head. Peter leans into his mentor’s warmth, but notices Jim’s mouth twitch at that.

Dinner was ok. Peter felt a little awkward and had some difficulty staying in the conversation. However, he could tell that Tony was trying really hard to include him and even talk him up a lot. He basically sounded like a proud dad the entire time. But, Peter wasn’t so sure if Jim liked that. Every time Tony praised Peter, Jim would smile a nod, but his brows would furrow and his face seemed stiff.

Peter got a bad feeling about him. Tony liked him though, and it was obvious he wanted badly for them to get along.

“Hold on I need to go get some more napkins.” Tony says suddenly.

So Jim and Peter are alone for the first time a Jim looks at Peter, his smile faltering.

“So Peter, I know that you and Tony hang out quite a lot.” Jim starts, his voice terribly condescending, “ but now that I’m here things are going to change a bit ok? And I’m sure you can be an adult about this.”

“Yeah, ok.” Peter says, even though he was slightly offended.

Tony comes back and the rest of the night goes fine, but Peter can’t help feeling uneasy about Tony’s new boyfriend.

It’s Wednesday which means lab day and Peter can’t wait to see his mentor again. He basically runs out of school with a quick goodbye to Ned and jumps into the car with Happy.

“Someone’s excited today.” Happy says, his voice trying to stay neutral, but Peter caught the small smile playing at his lips.

“Yeah, I just can’t wait to hang out with Mr Stark again.” Peter replies happily.

When thy arrive he leaps out of the car, backpack over one shoulder and races into the building. He’s shivering with excitement as he bounds into the lab . . . But Tony isn’t there.

“Friday? Were’s Mr Stark?” Peter asks quietly, the enthusiasm washing out of him.

“He’s in the living room with Jim, but I’ll let him know you’re waiting for him.” Friday answers, oddly gentle for an AI.

“Oh, ok.” Peter sighs and slumps onto his chair deciding to tinker with his Web-shooters at his desk.

“Hey kiddo, I’m so sorry I lost track of time.” Tony explains, rushing into the lab and pulling Peter into a hug.

“It’s no problem.” He replies returning the hug gratefully.

Then Jim walks in behind his mentor. His frown changing rapidly into a fake smile when Tony turns to look at him.

“Sorry Jim, Imma half to cut this short. I have plans with my kid.”

“Yeah no worries Tony. “ Jim assures.

“Alright then. Be right back Pete I left my phone in the other room.” Tony says as he rushes out almost as quickly as he entered, leaving Jim and Peter alone once again.

“Look kid, I thought we talked about this. You’re going to have to move over a bit now that I’m here. You can’t cling to Tony like a baby now. You’re not a baby are you?” Jim rounds on Peter the moment Tony was no longer in sight.

“I - um.” Peter stutters, not sure how to react.

“I-I -uh,”Jim mocks “ You can’t see Tony as much anymore, you got that?” He states, planting his hands firmly on the desk as he hovers over him.

“But, Wednesdays are always lab days.” Peter replies timidly.

“Well not anymore. Tony doesn’t want some snot nosed brat taking up his time. Understand?”

Peter just stares at him for a second before nodding numbly, trying to hold back his childish tears.

Tony returns and Jim announces that he’ll hang out in the living room.

“Oh kiddo what’s wrong?” He asks worriedly seeing Peter’s flushes face.

“Nothing, I’m fine.” Peter replies a little too quickly. Tony just stares at him for a minute, obviously not buying it. “I’m just feeling a little off I guess.” Peter amends, hoping he’ll believe him.

“Oh Petey Pie, why didn’t you just say something?” Tony cooes softly as he makes his way over to Peter. “Come on sweetie, lets get you to bed. »

Peter lets his father figure lead him out of the lab. He follows blindly, not paying attention to where they are going until Tony is tucking him into a soft, king-sized bed.

“Wait this is your room.” Peter says bluntly.

“Yeah, but this is our house right? Kiddo, you are welcome anywhere in this building because you’re my kid ok? Which means that this is your room too.”

Peter’s eyes widen and he jumps at Tony who just lets the kid fall into his open arms. He holds him for a moment or two before laying the child back onto the bed and ruffling his hair.

“Get some sleep sweetheart.” Tony whispers.

May just dropped off Peter at the compound after Tony agreed to look after him for the summer while May takes a business trip for a couple months. It’s Friday anyways which means dinner with Tony. Usually Peter loved these dinners, but Jim is now there. Things don’t feel the same anymore.

He enters the building and is greeted by Pepper. He missed when Pepper and Tony were together. He’s not sure why they ended things, something about the Ironman armor or whatever, but Pepper is still CEO and somewhat of a motherly figure to Peter.

“Hey sweetie, how was school.” Pepper asks as she hugs him tightly. He can smell her vanilla perfume and honey shampoo and can’t help but feel a bit more relaxed with her around.

“Schools ok, I got an A on my Spanish Paper.” Peter exclaims with a smile.

“That’s amazing Peter! I’m so proud of you.” she says as she kisses his head, “I need to go now, but have a wonderful dinner.”

“Bye Ms Potts!”

“It’s Pepper remember.” She reminds him gently, waving goodbye.

Peter makes his way to the dinning room, his nerves returning unfortunately.

“Hey kiddo!” Tony greets him warmly as he finishes setting the table. The dinner rushes by, just as awkward as the last one, but Peter tries his hardest to be civil to Jim no matter how patronizing he seems.

They move to the living room after they eat and once again Jim and Peter are left alone while Tony is picking up the last of the dishes.

“Are you stupid or something?” Jim starts.

“What?”

“I told you to leave Tony alone kid.”

“Don’t call me that.” Peter mumbles. That’s Tony’s endearment and he’s not going to let Jim’s patronizing tone dirty his nickname. “And Tony does want me around.”

“You’re an idiot if you think that. And you better listen to me or else.”

“Or else what?” Peter counters, which apparently was the wrong thing to say as suddenly his face is whipped to the side, his cheek burning from the slap.

“Or else that you little brat. You better not question me again because it could get a lot worse for you.” Jim threatens.

Peter runs upstairs and stops in front of Tony’s bedroom. He’s about to open the door, but he decides against it and instead goes to his own room and hides under the covers. He feels like a child hiding from the monsters in the dark.

“Hey kid.” Tony’s voice sounds above him, a warm hand on his shoulder as he lifts the blanket off his head. “Jim said you came up here to finish some homework?”

“Yeah, I finished it, but I’m just kind of tired I guess.” He whispers, not trusting his voice.

“Ok sweetie, do you want me to stay with you? I sent Jim home so I’m all yours tonight.”

Peter thought about turning him away, Jim’s words hit him where it hurts. He knew that Tony felt responsible for him, but he was sure that he still cared and loved him-maybe, possibly even thought of him as a son, maybe.

He wanted to say no, to be “grown-up” and deal with his own problems, but he couldn’t help but crave Tony’s presence.

“Yes please.”

“Alright then Petey scooch over.” Tony says gently as he climbs into bed with Peter. And in that moment he felt safe, safe from the world, safe from loneliness, safe from Jim. But he knew it wouldn’t last.

Over the weeks Jim has gotten bolder, pushing him, making snide comments when Tony wasn’t around and even slapping him a couple times when Peter was brave enough to talk back.

By now Tony had noticed something off about Peter. Half the time it seemed like the kid was avoiding him, the other half he seemed unnaturally clingy. He’s starting to really get worried so he clears his afternoon and decides he’s just going to have a Peter day.

Peter is trudging our of school, trying to assure Ned that he’s fine when he spots Tony’s shiny Audi parked out front.

"Whoa is that Mr Stark? Doesn’t Happy usually drive you? "

« Yeah, I don’t know, maybe it’s a mission? » Peter says, just as confused as Ned. He hopes it’s a mission, kicking butt is definitely one way to feel more confident.

He says goodbye to Ned and rushes up the car.

« Hey Mr Stark, what’s up? Is there a mission? »

« No underoos, I just thought we could spend the afternoon together. Just you and me, what do you say? »

« Yeah I would love that. » Peter practically gushes, excited to spend real quality time with his father figure.

So that’s how Peter finds himself laughing in the car with tony while eating Stark’s Raving Hazelnut ice-cream. They spend some lab time together working on the Ironman suit and then decide to have a movie night.

The credits of Star Wars begin to roll and Tony realizes that his little Spiderling is asleep in his lap.

Peter is curled into Tony, his hand mindlessly grasping at his mentor’s sweatshirt and face hidden in his chest. He’s on the brink of sleep(but still somewhat conscious) when he hears someone else enter the room.

« Hey honey, I brought us some dessert from the Cheesecake place we like. » Jim’s sickly sweet voice echos across the dark room.

« Hey Jim, that sound great, but tonight was just supposed to be me and my kid remember? » Tony whispers, careful not to wake Peter.

« Well sorry, I just thought I’d surprise you. »

« I appreciate that, but today was supposed to be me and Peter. The kid’s been a little off lately and I thought he could use some TLC. »

« He’s not a baby Tony. »

« I know that Jim, but I still care about him and want to make sure he’s ok. » Tony says, now sounding a bit exasperated.

« Alright, Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow. » Jim replies as he walks out, purposefully closing the door a little more loudly than normal.

Tony looks back at the child curled up on his chest and sighs.

« You’d tell me if something was wrong wouldn’t you Pete? » Tony whispers mostly to himself.

Peter doesn’t respond, but burrows closer into Tony’s chest with a little sigh.

Things just get worse after that.

The next day Tony had to do a last minute meeting and Peter stayed in the lab after school tinkering with the repulsors.

He’s surprised when the door opens to reveal Jim. Unfortunately he looks far from happy.

« Now listen here you little twirp. » He says darkly, glaring at the poor child’ « I know Tony is letting you stay here for the summer, but that doesn’t mean he wants you hanging on his arms like some baby. Don’t even think about pulling something like yesterday again, or you’ll regret it. »

« Yesterday was Mr Stark’s idea. » Peter replies in a small voice. Before he knows what’s happening he’s on the ground holding his cheek.

Jim had punched him, he had full on punched Peter.

« That’s what bad little boys get when they talk back. So you wanna try that again? » Jim says as he towers over the boy who’s crumpled on the ground.

« Fri-Friday! » Peter croaks out, tears now spilling over.

« Oh didn’t you know? Tony gave me power over Friday, she listens to me now so don’t you dare try and snitch since you’ve got no proof. Who’s Tony going to believe anyways? Some weirdo orphan kid or his loving boyfriend. » Jim sneers as he walks away, leaving Peter on the floor, tears pouring down his throbbing face. He picks himself up gingerly, even though he has super healing it feels different when it’s at home compared to our in the streets.

After that Peter locks himself up in his room for a while.

Tony came in to check on him and by then his bruise was healed, yet Tony still worried about why Peter always seemed so tired or under the weather.

Peter cries a lot nowadays. He does it in the comfort and isolation of his room when no one is around. Because he’s living at the compound and Jim is always around, he bumps into the man more than either of them like. This earns him slaps, punches and words that peter knows are false, yet it hurts so much because he can’t help but believe them sometimes.

Peter begins second guessing his relationship with Tony. He wonders if all the movie marathons and ice cream trips were out of pity and obligation. He starts to withdraw from socializing with Pepper and Tony. It’s beginning to feel like school considering how much he tries to stay invisible and out of everyone’s way. However, this is much worse. At least at school he and his friends know that Flash and his goons are stupid and not worth the time; but this is Tony’s boyfriend.

A week has past since the first punch and nothing has gotten better.

Peter has just gotten back from patrol and it didn’t go well. Physically he is fine, but he wasn’t able to save everyone.

Once Peter changes out of his suit he stumbles into the dark living room and finally lets himself breakdown. He doesn’t even make it to the couch, instead ends up slumping against the wall and sobbing into his arms.

Friday must have alerted Tony because a few seconds later he comes running into the room . . . unfortunately Jim is right behind him.

Peter doesn’t even give a shit because right now he needs his dad.

When Tony finds his boy crying on the ground he immediately sweeps him up, letting Peter’s legs hug his waist and arms wrap around his neck. He carries the crying child to the couch and sits down with Peter directly onto his lap, still hiding his face in his dad’s neck.

« Shh shh, it’s ok baby. I’m here,I’m here. I’ve got you. It’s ok baby. » Tony gentles his child as he rocks him and strokes his hair.

Inevitably Peter falls asleep to which Tony picks him up again.

« Hey Jim, would you mind taking the couch tonight? I don’t feel comfortable letting Peter sleep alone right now. » Tony whispers.

« Sure, I understand. » Jim assures him.

And with that Tony brings Peter to his bedroom and ever so gently lays him down on the unmade bed and climbing in next to him. He pulls the covers over them both, taking great care to tuck them around his baby before straight up snuggling next to him and holding him tight.

For once, Peter wakes up peacefully. He wakes up in a warm embrace with his father’s scent filling his senses. He lets out an involuntary sniffle and left over hiccup from the night before.

« Oh oh, sweetheart it’s ok. Your safe. » Tony’s voice floats near his ear as he realizes his kid is waking up. His hold tightens and he kisses Peter on his head.

« Thank you Da- Mr Stark. » Peter stutters.

« Of course baby, I’m always going to be here for you ok? Never forget that. » Tony says, totally catching the ‘Dad’ slip up, but choosing not to say anything and instead pressing another kiss to his forehead.

The rest of the morning passes pleasantly. Tony cooks them both pancakes and eggs and Jim is at work(he works?). So Peter is actually feeling more himself and Tony was even able to make him laugh a few times. After breakfast they worked in the labs and were the most productive they’ve been in weeks.

But of course it didn’t last.

That night Tony got called away for an imperative meeting that just wasn’t avoidable. Jim had gotten home and the three of them had a civil dinner, but it all crashed down once tony got the call from Pepper that he had to be somewhere else.

« Don’t worry Pete, Jim will keep you company. I’ll be back before you know it ok kiddo? I love you. » Tony said as he pecked Jim on the cheek and rushed out the door.

It felt like a horror movie the way time seemed to slow down the moment the door closed behind his protector. He slowly turned around and came face to face with a very rage filled boyfriend.

« Guess I’m keeping you company kid. » Jim growls as he opens up his second beer for the night.

It didn’t start out too bad, at first Jim just forced him to do the dishes. But by the time he was done Jim reeked of alcohol and radiated fury.

Peter finds himself getting shoved into his bedroom and crumpled on the floor, Jim stepping in blocking the door and his only real escape room, save the window. But Jim didn’t know about Spider-Man and Peter intends to keep it that way.

« You little shit. » Jim laughs hysterically, his bitter breath making Peter nauseas. « Sitting on daddy’s lap huh? So you’re either a little crybaby who should still be in diapers or you’re a perverted slut! Which is it you little whore? »

« I - I don’t, I’m not. » Peter fails to respond to such a statement.

« Aww the little baby is speechless. Well I know exactly how to teach naughty, whiny babies. »

Jim pulls Peter up by his neck, pushes him on the bed and rips off Peter’s shirt.

Whap Peter had barely registered the sound of Jim’s belt being undone before it had met his back painfully and without warning.

The blows kept coming and all of Jim’s resentment is put into the lashes that rain down upon Peter’s back. By the time Jim tires himself out and is satisfied with his handiwork Peter has lost count of the whippings he received. Jim leaves him to sink to the ground, tears and snot running freely down his face, very similar to the way the blood from his wounds is uncomfortably trickling down his back. Somehow he gets himself cleaned up and collapses into his bed, pulling the covers over his head in hopes of cutting himself off from the world.

And just like that the routine of pushes, slaps and harsh words gets a new addition and every time Jim gets mad enough or drunk enough he corners Peter in his own room, somewhere that Peter used to believe was his last safe place, and takes out the belt.

Peter sleeps less and eats less, especially after the first time he threw up his supper after Jim gave an unusually harsh beating session.

Tony would never suspect Jim. In front of Tony Jim is the epitome of the perfect boyfriend. Sure he may seem a bit awkward towards Peter during dinners, but that gets brushed off as Peter’s own shyness.

Peter thinks of telling Tony one time, but Jim’s words hit him hard and he can’t help but doubt his place in Tony’s heart. Deep down he knows Tony loves his as his own son, but then he sees the way he looks at Jim. Would he really choose some pathetic orphan over the perfect boyfriend? Does Peter really have the right to ask Tony to give up his only happiness because he’s just a weakling.

Tony would never suspect Jim, but of course he notices. He notices how Peter hardly ever smiles, how when he does it never holds the same light anymore. He hasn’t rambled excitably about Star Wars and now is often quiet during lab time and meals. He notices how Peter’s getting thinner and how there are bags forming under his young eyes. And he notices how Peter is always on edge, the twitches, the flinching. When Peter flinched away from Tony the first time, Tony’s heart broke. His child is hurting and he doesn’t know why or how to fix it. He’s asked before, he’s taken Peter into his room and sat him down. He strokes his baby’s hair and pleads for answers, but he receives none. He tries to get Peter to eat, he makes home cooked meals and almost goes as far as spoon feeding him, but he doesn’t get farther than a few nibbles. He even went to Pepper, it was awkward, but she’s the only other person in the tower that is close to Peter. Unfortunately, although she sees Peter hurting she doesn’t have an explanation either.

Pepper was searching for Tony so he could sign some forms, but before she walks into the room she catches angry voices resonating from the kitchen.

« Tony he’s fine, he’s a teenager they go through rebellious phases. » Jim is saying

« You don’t get it. This isn’t like Peter at all, there’s something wrong! » Tony retaliates desperately.

«You’re right I don’t understand! Look, you spend too much time with him. I hardly get to see you anymore. »

« Well then let me make you understand! That kid is my everything! He is my first priority which means he comes first. He comes before me, he comes before my company and he comes before you. And if you can’t accept that then we’re over you got that?! » Tony is now yelling.

« Ok ok, I’m sorry. I was out of line, it wouldn’t happen again. » Jim tries to reconcile.

The conversation ends their, but Pepper thinks she should probably get those papers signed another time. Yet she couldn’t help but smile at the total protective dad energy that Tony was letting off.

Peter collapses. He’s not sure if it’s the lack of eating and sleep or just the stress in general, but his body just gives out. One minute he’s walking down the hall, the next the world tilts and his vision goes black.

Tony finds him minutes later after Friday notified him if the situation. Tony picks Peter up bridal style and carries his baby to the master bedroom. By the time he gets through the door the tears are overflowing down his cheeks and his body is shaking with sobs. He gently sets Peter on top of the covers and touches his forehead to the kid’s.

Tony is able to collect himself enough to ask Friday to run diagnostics on him. She comes up with malnutrition and abnormally high stress levels. But what surprises Tony the most is hearing that Peter has injuries on his back.

He very carefully cradles Peter to his chest and lifts up the back of his shirt.

He lets out a pained gasp at what he sees: Peter’s back is littered with gashes, some at different points of healing. Friday specified that they are indeed wounds inflicted by a belt.

He leaves the room as white hot fury flooded his veins. He stalks into the living room and slumps onto the couch, face in his hands.

« Who-who would do this to my baby. » Tony whispers to himself, silently panicking.

« I’m not allowed to say. » Friday states.

« Not allow- so you know who did it?! » Tony yells and glares at the ceiling in question.

« I’m not allowed to say. » Friday repeats.

« What do you mean not allowed?! I made you! Friday override! Now who the fuck is hurting my baby?! » He screams hysterically.

« Well why don’t I just show you. » Friday responds and projects the video feed of the tower onto the TV screen, beginning with when Jim’s condescending ‘talk’ with Peter, then the first time he slapped Peter and all the times after that, working up to the first punch, all the awful things he planted in Peter’s mind, and finally the times he held Peter down and whipped him.

Tony saw red, blinding rage filled him. He grabbed his phone and dialed the police.

« Yes, this is Tony Stark and you need to get your asses down here and arrest Jim Dayson on charges of child abuse. I have evidence, but I suggest you hurry the fuck up before I murder him. » Tony ends the call and throws his phone on the couch.

And right on time Friday alerts Tony that Jim just returned to the tower.

He storms out of the room and down to the first floor to meet his ex.

He passes Pepper on the way, doesn’t even spare her a glance, but she notices his expression.

« Tony? Tony what’s wrong, where are you going? »

« To kill my ex. » He says bluntly, not stopping to chat.

« What? » Pepper questions as she follows Tony down to meet Jim.

They make it to the first floor and Tony sees him. The man that hurt his kid. He doesn’t even hesitate when he walks up to him forming his gauntlet and charging it up. He points it at Jim’s face who has the audacity to look confused.

« What are you doing Tony? »

« I’m going to fucking kill you you MONSTER! » Tony screams and everyone in the room is now watching this unfold. « You hurt my kid and I’m going to kill you for that. »

Before Jim can respond Tony lunges at him, punching him in the face and ready to rip him apart, but Pepper and and a nearby security guard pull him off while two more guards restrain Jim.

That’s how the police found them when they arrived.

Tony shows them the footage on his Starkpad and Jim is taken away in handcuffs.

Tony returns to his bedroom and to Peter. The boy is sleeping peacefully now and Tony lays down next to him. He looks at his boy’s sleeping face and stroked his messy curls.

« It’s ok now baby, your safe now. I promise I’ll protect you better from now on. I’ve got you bambino. » He cooes.

« Dad? » Peter croaks

« Yes sweetheart, I’m here. » Tony says as he pulls Peter closer.

« I’m sorry. » Peter whispers

« Peter, you have nothing to be sorry for. Don’t apologize bambino. I’m the one who’s sorry. I’m so sorry I didn’t see it, I’m so sorry you felt like you couldn’t tell me. »

« Not your fault. » Peter mumbles sleepily into Tony’s shirt. « I-I didn’t want to take away your happiness. »

« Peter you are my happiness, you’re the only person I need ok? » He gentles, kissing him on his head. « Ok baby? You’re the light of my life. I love you so so much. »

« I love you too Dad. » Peter whispers

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spider-dancer · 2 years

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Fanfic: Just Fluff💕😊✨🥰(sets place between civil war and infinity war)

Tony is elegantly slumped on the leather couch of his penthouse. Surrounding him are the rogues avengers freshly pardoned and released with no where to go, but Stark tower. Tony was the reason behind their pardon and also the reason they actually have a place to stay, although he is not exactly thrilled with this new development.

Things between everyone are still rocky and there are matters of getting the team back on track to be discussed. Brand new accords are being created, this time Ross isn’t apart of the picture and the “avengers” have much more control over the situation, thanks to Tony of course.

Unfortunately this means that the team actually has to grow up and talk to each other. After a very long 10 minutes of somewhat civil conversation, voices begin to rise with the increase in frustration. Tony isn’t having it though.

“Guys, keep it down!” Stark stage whispers “Some people are actually trying to sleep.”

“Who? Who’s trying to sleep Tony?” Cap retaliates “Pepper is on a business trip and Rhodey doesn’t live here, so who could we possibly wake up?!” Steve continues without bothering to lower his voice.

“Well great job Capsicle, you woke him up.” Tony states with a look of exasperation only to receive confused looks from everyone.

“Mr Stark?” A high pitched, but quiet voice calls out. Everyone jumps in surprise and look up to see a young boy perched on the ceiling right above Stark. Said child looks very casual for someone on the ceiling. The pajama clad boy rubs his eyes and blinks owlishly at the man underneath him, not bothering to acknowledge the rest of the people in the room.

“Hey kiddo, I’m sorry did we wake you?” Tony asks softly, seemingly unfazed that a kid is seemingly breaking the laws of physics.

“I heard talking.” The kid mumbles in response.

“We’ll be quieter now ok? Why don’t you come down from there Petey pie?” Tony suggests, standing up and opening his arms as if to offer to catch him from the fall.

It turns out he didn’t really need to be caught because he shot something white at the ceiling and lowered himself until his face was leveled with Tony’s. However, Peter was still upside down, which seemed to amuse Stark who just gave him a fond look and let the small boy climb into his arms bridal style. Stark then sits back down with Peter cradled against his chest who looks like he just fell back asleep. Tony motions for Clint to hand him a throw blanket which he uses to swaddle Peter like a baby and adjust him until the boy’s head was safely tucked under his chin.

“Alright, now that itsy bitsy is comfortable how about we continue this discussion, quietly.” Tony adds with a firm look.

“Are we not going to talk about Spider-Man being your son?” Clint asks.

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Fanfic: sets place at end of endgame

“And I am Ironman.” Tony Stark proclaims as he makes the final snap. The titan armies turn to dust around them, but many of the avengers choose to focus on Tony who has fallen to the ground . . . especially Peter.

Peter runs towards his mentor, but Dr Strange gets there first and quickly examines Tony before opening a portal next to him.

“We must take him to Wakanda” He proclaims bluntly as he levitates Tony’s barely breathing body into the air and gently guides it through the portal to, what must be, the Wakanda medical facility.

Peter is trembling as he follows Pepper, Rhodey and a couple other avengers through the portal after Tony. He tries to stay out of everyone’s way,

but also finds himself drawn to Pepper for some reason, probably because she’s Tony’s wife which makes her the closest to Tony and therefore the closest to Peter. At least that’s what Peter is unconsciously hoping.

Apparently, Dr Strange was busy because he appeared to have portaled a couple other people into the area, Dr Cho of course, but also a little girl and a boy around his age.

The little girl is being held by Pepper who is also sitting right next to the boy. Pepper is cuddling and comforting the both of them which makes Peter feel very uncomfortable and quite left out. He knows it’s not fair to be jealous since he was never apart of Tony’s family anyways, but it still hurts a lot. Mentally, but it also hurts physically in his heart and ribs. Well the ribs may be from taking a beating in the battle. He should probably get that checked out. But instead he ends up hiding in the bathroom trying to control his breathing to prevent an oncoming panic attack. When he is able to pull himself together somewhat he remembers he has Karen in his ironspider suit.

“H-Hey Karen?”

“Yes peter?”

“Call Aunt May.”

“ . . . I’m sorry Peter, but her number is not in service.”

“What?” Peter croaked, starting to panic again. “Karen can you find her new number or an address or something?!”

Karen is quiet for a few moments, probably searching for information.

“Peter, I found something about May.”

“Ok, what is it?”

“It’s not good Peter.”

Peter is about to yell at Karen to tell him anyways, but an article pops up in front of his face on the inside of his mask. It’s about a gas explosion in an apartment building causing a fire. It’s his and May’s building, and she’s listed as one of the people who didn’t make it.

Peter doesn’t know how long he sobs ok the floor of the bathroom. At one point he retracted his mask so he could vomit into one of the toilet stalls. He clutches at his chest as if to claw his heart out to stop the pain. It must have been hours later where he finally ran out of tears. His nose is red from using toilet paper to wipe it and his tears are visible on his pale cheeks. He puts the mask back on and sneaks back into the waiting room. No one even noticed he left.

It feels like days later before one of the doctors come back with news. Peter let out a breath of relief when the doctor said that Tony was going to have a full recovery. They were letting people into the room now and he instantly tries to follow Pepper and the two kids to go see Mr Stark. However, the doctor stops him before he could go into the hall.

“I’m sorry, but it’s only family right now.”

And that one sentence crushes whatever little feelings of safety Peter has left. He looks desperately to Pepper, almost hoping for her to say something. But she already turned the corner at the end of the hall, not even sparing him a glance.

He retreats back into the waiting room and into an empty corner. He sees the other avengers calling people, getting rides out of Wakanda or even making their way to rooms made up for them. Peter wonders if he somehow gained a new power to turn invisible because no one seems to notice the shivering Spider-Man huddled up in a corner. Eventually everyone has dispersed after hearing that Tony will be ok, and Peter is completely and utterly alone in his little corner. He never felt so terrified and lost before. Even when Uncle Ben died at least he had May. Now he has absolutely no one. The last person in the world that he felt safe with almost died, and is in a hospital room with his real family. Something that Peter will never be apart of nor will he ever have himself.

His mind seems to take a vacation to escape the world and the pain in his chest and ribs. It isn’t until his enhanced hearing alerts him of Tony waking up does he find his way back into existence. He hears Pepper coaxing her husband out of his slumber as well as the new boy’s voice saying something along the lines of:

“Hey mechanic.”

He even hears the daughters high pitched voice exclaiming “daddy!”

He waits for Tony’s soothing deep tone to greet them and tell them that he’s fine. But when Mr Stark does talk he sounds almost as panicked as Peter.

“Where is he?” Mr Stark’s voice demands.

“Who?” Peter hears Pepper question.

“My son! My baby boy, where is he!?” Mr Stark cries out desperately. “This whole thing was for him. I need him now! Why isn’t he here?!”

“It’s ok Tony, calm down. I’ll go get him.” Pepper reassures her husband.

Peter finds himself lost in his thoughts again because apparently Mr Stark has a third child. His only father figure has three kids, none of which Peter has met before or know of. He is so caught up in his wallowing that he doesn’t register Pepper rushing back into the waiting room.

“Peter!” She whispers as she bends down in front of him. “Come with me sweetie.”

“I-I don’t.” Peter stutters, not sure how to explain that he knows Tony asked for his son and probably doesn’t want to see the pitiful spider kid that he felt sorry for. But he didn’t get a chance because Pepper was already pulling him along down the hall.

They got to the door and Peter prepared himself for the disappointment that will inevitably fall upon his mentor’s face.

Pepper pulls him inside. Mr Stark is sitting up in his bed, looking better than on the battlefield. His arm is in a sling and is burnt horribly, but luckily the Wakanda doctors were able to save it.

The boy from earlier is no where in sight and when Peter walks in Colonel Rhodes, who is holding Morgan, is on his way out- leaving him Pepper alone with Tony.

He finally has the courage to look up into his mentor’s face, prepared for the worst. But instead of disappointment or anger, Mr Stark has a look of relief. He smiles at Peter and holds his good arm out to him as if inviting him closer.

“Peter.” Tony says quietly and so softly that Peter ends up frozen on the spot.

“Peter come here!” Mr Stark demands a little more forcefully.

Peter feels a little push from Pepper which snaps him out of his trance and allows him to walk forward toward his mentor.

When he gets close enough, said mentor grabs his hand and basically yanks him onto the bed so that Peter falls into the perfect spot between Mr Stark’s side and his good arm which then curls around him protectively.

Peter relaxes into his mentor’s hold and wants to cry in relief, not realizing how touch-starved he has felt until now.

“I’m here kiddo. I’ve got you. You’re safe.” Me Stark cooes into his ear as he tenderly strokes Peter’s back. He feels so comfortable that he could’ve fallen asleep right there, but then Tony’s hand brushed his injured ribs causing Peter to flinch noticeably. Tony freezes.

“Peter? Are you hurt?” He asks hesitantly, then in an even more concerned tone, “Did you even get looked over yet?-Pepper did anyone check him for injuries?!” He demands from his wife as Peter just hides his face in Tony’s side.

“I don’t know?” Pepper exclaims, her tone also filled with worry, “It’s gonna be ok, I’ll get Dr Cho to look him over.”

At this statement Peter tenses, he doesn’t want to be looked over, he doesn’t want to leave his father figure’s side. He doesn’t care that he probably needs medical attention when he is so perfectly tucked away next to the only safe person he has left.

Tony must have felt Peter’s tension because he resumes stroking his back, being careful of his ribs.

“It’s ok bambino. It’ll be quick, I promise. And I’ll be here the whole time.”

Usually Peter doesn’t like to be treated like a kid and he always feels like he needs to prove himself. But right now, with his mentor holding him like a this and reassuring him that he’s not leaving, Peter was as content as he could be.

The doctor comes and does have to pull Peter from Tony’s side, but only for a moment as she wraps his ribs and cleans some of his other wounds. After this Mr Stark looks more relaxed as he pulls Peter back into his arms, softly running a hand through Peter’s curls.

“It’s all done Bambi, you’re ok now. Daddy’s got you.” And at that Peter absolutely glowed with happiness because it’s only then that he puts together that he is the son Tony was talking about.

He must have let out a happy whine because Mr Stark chuckles fondly and kisses Peter on his forehead. Peter smiles and buried himself even closer, falling asleep in his mentor’s hold.

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Fanfic: sets place at end of endgame.

Warnings: non-graphic mentions of rape and vomit

Peter’s POV

Peter runs towards his mentor, but Dr Strange gets there first and quickly examines Tony before opening a portal next to him.

“We must take him to Med Bay in Stark Tower” He proclaims bluntly as he levitates Tony’s barely breathing body into the air and gently guides it through the portal to, what must be, the medical facility.

Peter is trembling as he follows Pepper, Rhodey and a couple other avengers through the portal after Tony. He tries to stay out of everyone’s way,

Apparently, Dr Strange was busy because he appeared to have portaled a couple other people into the area, Dr Cho of course, but also a little girl and a boy around his age.

The little girl is being held by Pepper who is also sitting right next to the boy. Pepper is cuddling and comforting the both of them which makes Peter feel very uncomfortable and quite left out. He knows it’s not fair to be jealous since he was never apart of Tony’s family anyways, but it still hurts a lot. Mentally, but it also hurts physically in his heart. He ends up hiding in the bathroom trying to control his breathing to prevent an oncoming panic attack. When he is able to pull himself together somewhat he remembers he has Karen in his ironspider suit.

“H-Hey Karen?”

“Yes peter?”

“Call Aunt May.”

“ . . . I’m sorry Peter, but her number is not in service.”

“What?” Peter croaked, starting to panic again. “Karen can you find her new number or an address or something?!”

Karen is quiet for a few moments, probably searching for information.

“Peter, I found something about May.”

“Ok, what is it?”

“It’s not good Peter.”

“I’m sorry, but it’s only family right now.”

He retreats back into the waiting room and into an empty corner. He sees the other avengers calling people, getting rides or even making their way to rooms made up for them. Peter wonders if he somehow gained a new power to turn invisible because no one seems to notice the shivering Spider-Man huddled up in a corner. Eventually everyone has dispersed after hearing that Tony will be ok, and Peter is completely and utterly alone in his little corner. He never felt so terrified and lost before. Even when Uncle Ben died at least he had May. Now he has absolutely no one. The last person in the world that he felt safe with almost died, and is in a hospital room with his real family. Something that Peter will never be apart of nor will he ever have himself.

By now he’s in a t-shirt and sweatpants given to him by some of the nurses. They took his spider-suit, saying something about cleaning it, so now he doesn’t even have Karen with him.

It’s getting late and he’s still curled up in the cold corner. His legs are numb and the nurses are starting to give him pitiful looks, yet no one approaches him. Peter has tuned out everything around him, but he now realizes that Pepper and the kids haven’t returned, nor has anyone come to let him see Tony.

Peter finally makes the decision to leave. He doesn’t have a family here. Well, he doesn’t have a family anywhere. The thought makes Peter want to throw up again, but instead he pushes it down and rushes out of Med Bay and out of the tower. He makes his way to Ned’s old house, but his parents must have moved because some random couple was living there instead. It’s then that Peter realized he’s completely on his own.

He walks down the unforgiving streets of New York until he finds a police station. He lets out a shaky sigh before entering the building.

“Hey kid, I’m guessing you’re one of the blipped?”

Peter nods, knowing that if he spoke he’d start crying again.

“Do you have a guardian I can call for you? Or if you don’t have their number we can look them up?”

“I have no one left to call.” Peter whispers as the tears begin to overflow once more.

“Oh kid . . . “The policeman says remorsefully before giving peter a hug, “It’s gonna be ok.”

It wasn’t ok though because Peter wasn’t the only one in his situation. He ended up sitting next to nearly fifty other kids who either can’t find their family or don’t have any family left. He sits on the floor next to some other boys who look just as lonely as he feels. Who knows how many hours go by as each kid gets sent off one by one. Sometimes it’s a happy reunion with their family and sometimes they are sent off to a foster family willing to take them in. For Peter, he knows that the only people that will come for him are new foster parents.

Too bad that not even foster parents came for him. The next day comes and he’s the last kid waiting for his fate, completely alone once more in the quiet police department. No one comes to pick him up. For hours he stares at the wall, it was blank with only a poster that had a suicide prevention number on it. He probably has it memorized by now.

It’s night time again when he overhears the people in charge debating what to do with him. Apparently the only option is to send him to the orphanage in New Jersey since all the ones in New York are filled and there are no more foster parents available.

He finds himself on a bus to New Jersey with a policeman escorting him. Unfortunately, the nice policeman went home, so Peter was stuck with a cold and quiet officer who handled him like he was some delinquent being sent off to Juvie. When they got to the orphanage the officer pushed him up the steps and rang the doorbell.

A tired looking lady opened the door and gave the policeman a frustrated look.

“Another one?” She sighed, running her hand through her dark brown hair.

“Yep, the orphanage in New York was too filled so he has to come here.”

“We’re filled here too!” The middle aged woman shoots back bitterly.

“To bad, you’ll have to make room.” The officer said before shoving Peter forward and walking back to the taxi, leaving Peter at the mercy of this woman.

“Alright kid, come in.” She said, obviously annoyed, “my name is Margret, I run this place with Petunia, who is sleeping right now. The rules are simple, inside voices at all times, don’t get into fights, clean up after yourself and do your school work. You are from New York, Yes?” She asks sternly, as Peter tries to keep up with the information she just threw at him.

“Y-yeah.” He stutters quietly.

“That’s yes ma’am to you, didn’t you get taught any manners young man?” She retorts sourly.

“Yes ma’am.” He whispers as respectively as he can.

“Right then, we’ll have to enroll you into the public school nearby.” She states bluntly before pushing him into a dark room that is filled to the brim with other orphan boys who are fast asleep.

“You’ll have to sleep on the floor tonight.” She explains as she shoves a scratchy blanket into Peter’s chest and closes the door behind him.

Luckily all the other boys are still asleep so he finds the smallest most safest spot he could find and lays his little blanket down on the rickety wooden floor. He stretches and pulls the blanket around him until he manages to swaddle himself in the thin throw blanket to the best of his ability. He curls up into a fetal position and immediately passes out thanks to all the stress of the day.

The next morning he finds himself being kicked awake by what seems to be a slightly older teenage boy with a mean looking, square face who is glaring down at him.

“Who the fuck are you?” The teenager demands.

“Pe-Peter, I’m Peter.” He answers timidly.

“P-p-peter?” The mean kid mocks, “great another pathetic kid we have to share the space with. First thing you should know p-p-peter, is that it’s in your best interest to stay out of my way.”

Peter nods, not wanting to start any trouble. He watches the kid leave before slowly standing from his little blanket and making his way downstairs. Everyone is having breakfast, it’s loud and noisy and Peter wants to tear his ears off, but instead he muscles through it because he’s just so hungry. However, when he gets to the kitchen he can’t seem to find the food.

“Who are you?” The lady who seemed to be handing out the food asks.

“Peter, I’m new. I was brought here last night.” He explains.

“Well sorry kid, but I didn’t realize we had another mouth to feed so I already portioned out the meals for everyone. Don’t worry I’m sure you’ll get a good lunch at school.” The lady replied offhandedly.

He can feel his stomach growl in protest and his heart sink, but he nods anyways and sits in the smallest corner he can find. Eventually Margret came to find him and handed him a backpack and some subpar explanation of how to get to the school and what to tell the principle.

Somehow he ended up finding the school and getting himself enrolled with the help of the principle. But he still felt alone and hungry, he also never got new clothes or a jacket so he was shivering all day. Lunch came and went and all Peter got out of it was a little sandwich and a small milk carton. The food was just as disappointing as the rest of the school. The classrooms were dirty and the supplies were falling apart. The teachers were strict and unhelpful, but they weren’t as bad as the other kids. Flash seemed like a good friend in comparison to this. Peter always thought that getting his head dunked in a toilet only happened in movies, but he ended up returning to the orphanage with damp, smelly hair plus a numerous amount of bruises. The teachers and orphanage workers seemed to think this made him some kind of trouble maker. So now he gets scornful looks from the only adults in his life.

Every day seemed to get a little worse. The teenagers would kick him around and the younger kids would steal food from his plate then lie about it. Whenever he asked for more food the adults would call him selfish and greedy and send him away to go do some chores. The people got meaner and the chores got harder. Sometimes he’d even get slapped when he got in trouble.

The kids kept getting away with taking his food until he almost never seemed to be able to eat anything.

It’s been nearly three weeks by now and Peter is exhausted. He hates seeing his reflection because he looks like a corpse. He keeps falling asleep in class so all the teachers hate him now too.

He walks home from school once again, falling into the same old routine. He does his homework and goes down for dinner. He tries to eat before the kids take his food, but he only gets a couple bites like usual. He begs Petunia for just one little roll or something to eat and gets slapped across the face and told off for being greedy.

Only today was different. Because the janitor a saw what happened and after dinner he beckoned peter over to talk to him.

“Hey kid.” The janitor greets. He‘a middle aged and has piercing blue eyes and blond hair. He seems kind, but for some reason Peter’s spider sense was going off. To be fair though, nowadays his spider sense always seemed to complain about something.

“I saw what those kids were doing to you.” The janitor says, “That’s not fair and I’m so sorry the ladies running this place aren’t feeding you enough. I think I can help you out.”

“Yeah?” Peter responds quietly, he can’t put his finger on it but something about the man reminds him of someone.

“Yeah, I can bring you some snacks and stuff next time.”

“R-really?” He asks hopefully.

“Sure kid, but in return I would need you to do me a favor. Think of it as a trade, that sounds fair right?”

“Uh-huh.” Peter replies politely. He can feel his senses telling him to turn down the offer, but he’s just so hungry.

He should have known, he should have never agreed. He should have found some other way to find food, or better yet just let himself starve to death. Now he knows who the man reminds him of. He had the same look on his face as his old babysitter, Skip. And now Peter is sitting in the greasy shower, sobbing uncontrollably. His jaw hurts and he has a horrible taste in his mouth, worst of all he is bleeding from somewhere unmentionable.

It wasn’t a fair trade, he should have said no. Why didn’t he say no?

Even though the janitor kept up his end of the deal and gave him some food and snacks. It was almost completely useless because he ended up puking it back up in disgust after what had happened.

Peter decides to leave that night. He packs his worn out little backpack with the only other pair of pants and shirt he has. He throws on his thin, hand-me-down sweater and steals a couple water bottles before running out of the orphanage door forever.

He walks and walks, but New Jersey is nothing like New York so he has no idea where he is or which way he is going. Not that it matters because he has no where to head to anyways.

Turns out he is on the street for days. Sometimes begging for food or money or sometimes just hiding in an alleyway trying to get his crying under control. When he isn’t doing that he walks. He doesn’t want to waste money on the bus when he can buy food instead. He makes about 2 to 10 dollars a day when he begs in the street. He saves it in his backpack and rations it the best he can. Whenever he goes into a convenient store he takes nearly an hour finding the most nutritious/calorie filled snack that cost the least amount of money.

Everyday he breaks just a little more. A month goes by and it’s fall, the air is colder and couples are walking down the street in each other’s arms, drinking pumpkin lattes and talking about their plans. It’s the first time in his life that Peter truly thinks about stealing. He’s thought about it before of course, as a homeless kid he thinks about it every other day, about how easy it would be to take a wallet or grab something for the grocery store under his jacket. But he always reminds himself that he will never become what his past self fought against. He may not be Spider-Man anymore but he will never become a criminal. At least that is what he used to tell himself. Until today. Today he watches people pass by him and his pitiful sign without sparing him a single glance. People with expensive coats and Starbucks drinks avoid eye contact with him and pretend he’s invisible.

By the time it’s dark Peter has a plan to steal from the grocery store. He saw a little pack of lunchables that would fit just fine in his backpack as well as a yogurt smoothie drink that could hide easily in his jacket. He waits until only the night shift people are working and no one is paying attention to the kid wandering through the aisles. He makes his way to the right section and is about to grab his prize, but then he see’s a man with a goatee holding a little boy as they look at the lunchables. He looks so much like Mr Stark that Peter almost has a panick attack. But after a second glance it’s obvious that it’s just a random dad with their son.

He can’t do it. He can’t steal. Even if he never will see his mentor again there is just something inside of him that can’t let him disappoint Mr Stark. He’d rather starve to death.

So he walks.

He walks and walks until he can’t anymore. His legs give out and he leans against a dirty wall of some closed down pizza place in the middle of who knows where. He wants to sleep but the cold won’t let him. So instead he gets in a bus and gives the bus driver 2 of his last 13 dollars. He sits down in the back of the quiet bus and falls asleep.

He wakes up to the bus driver telling him that this is the last stop and if he doesn’t want to go back that he better get off. So he gets off and gets onto another bus, and another, and another one after that.

It’s been months since he came back from the dead and he has been on the move basically ever since. He’s not even in New Jersey anymore. Instead he finds he finds himself 8 dollars down and in Florida.

Peter is starving. He can’t remember the last time he ate. He knows that a human can go about three weeks without food. But Peter also realizes that he’s been starving ever since he got back from the blip. The last time he ate something that was at least a little filling was nearly two weeks ago. Supposedly that would mean he had another week, but after months of abuse, neglect and minimal amounts of food. Plus it was hard to ration water. So logically speaking . . . He doesn’t know how much time he has left.

He can feel it. He can feel his body shutting down. His bruises never healed properly and every step feels like climbing up a mountain. It’s hard to breath and he doesn’t want to look but he knows his stomach is caved inward and his skin is no longer fresh and plump. His cheeks are hollow and it hurts to sit and lay down because his bones jut out awkwardly against the freezing pavement.

Peter has to eat something soon. But he only has 5 dollars left. He walks into a 24 hour convenient store and wanders around. He is so hungry that he feels sick and nothing seems to really pop out. He knows he should get that thing of yogurt because it will give him nutrients. But he can’t help but look around for something else. Finally he sees what he needs. Behind the checkout counter are a bunch of teddy bears in Ironman outfits on sale for $4.00.

He looks down at his last 5 dollars and makes his decision.

“Uh, um, can I get a teddy bear please?” Peter winces at the gross crack of his voice that he hasn’t used for weeks.

“Uh huh, that will be $4.32.” She says tiredly as she hands him the Ironman teddy bear.

He hands her the five dollars and collects his change.

He leaves the store, allowing the bitter wind to chill his face and skeletal body. He walks some more because that’s all he knows how to do now. He walks until he comes across an old looking telephone booth. It seems to be in order and only cost a quarter to use.

Peter is still holding the change in his hand. There isn’t really any food you can buy with 68 cents. But a quarter for a phone call he can afford.

He thinks of that New York suicide prevention number. It’s not that he wants to die, but he can feel that he’s not going to have a choice soon. So, with his teddy bear in hand, he inserts a quarter and dials the number from the poster at the police station.

“Hello?” Peter croaks out when the line picks up.

“Hello, I’m Sam, can you tell me your name?”

Tony’s POV:

Tony wakes up to the sound of a heart monitor which he assumes is his. The first thing he sees is his lovely wife. He looks around for all his kids. He sees Morgan and Harley but someone is missing.

He jerks awake at the scene to which Pepper shushes him gently in attempts to sooth him.

“Don’t worry Tony, you’re ok. You’ll survive and they were even able to save your arm. It might not be as pretty as it once was but-“

“Where’s Peter?!” Tony tries to scream but it sounds more like a croak. “Where is he? Where is my son? This whole thing was for him!”

He doesn’t even notice Harley looking offended or his daughter getting upset that her dad is yelling. No, he is to busy trying to stop an oncoming panicked attack at the idea that his son is missing once more.

“Hey calm down Tony, I’m sure he’s still in the waiting room.” Pepper says gently as she leaves to go find Peter.

She enters the waiting room to find it empty besides a couple of nurses. She runs around the halls, but still no Peter.

However, she does find Rhodey walking out of the elevator.

“Hey where’s Peter?”

“He isn’t with you?” Rhodey demands, obviously beginning to panic.

“No I was with Tony and the kids.”

“Yeah and the kids should include Peter, why wasn’t he in the room with you?”

“I don’t know! Maybe he wasn’t ready to see Tony?”

“Are you kidding? Have you seen how Peter gets after Tony’s hurt in battle. It’s impossible to get him to leave Tony’s side!”

“Shit!” Pepper yells as she pinches the bridge of her nose. “FRIDAY is Peter in the building at all?”

“Mr Parker left the building at 11:39pm last night.”

“Shit shit shit.” Pepper continues to curse.

“Well where would he go?” Rhodey asks.

“Maybe he went to find his Aunt.”

“But May is dead.”

“Well he doesn’t know that! Ok, ok I’ll go try to find him and you tell Tony about the situation.” Pepper directs as calmly as she can.

“Yeah no way, I’ll go look for Peter and you can explain to him how you lost his son who he risked everything for.”

“Fuck! Fine whatever! Just find him!” Pepper yells desperately as she heads back to Tony’s room.

“Pepper.” Tony starts as he sees his wife return without his son. His voice becomes extremely intense, to where even Pepper has never heard him like this before. “Where. Is. He.”

“We, Tony I need you to stay calm ok? We’ll find him. He seems to have left last night, but he can’t have gone far. Rhodey is going to his old apartment as we speak. Ok? We’ll find him.”

“No.” Tony cries as he shakes uncontrollably, “no Pepper I need him, he needs me. He doesn’t have anyone else! His aunt is dead GODDAMMIT! He has nowhere else to fucking go! He doesn’t even have a phone on him! I’m all he has left! I NEED HIM HERE NOW!” He screams, tears pouring down his face. Luckily Harley took Morgan to get food so the other kids didn’t have to see him break down. But honestly Tony didn’t give a shit because his baby was out all alone.

The next couple hours was Pepper and some nurses trying to convince Tony not to jump out of his bed to go fly around in his Ironman suit in search for the kid. There was a lot of heartbreaking screams and cries until finally they gave him a sedative to put him to sleep so he doesn’t strain himself while he is still healing.

Months pass and Tony is let out of Medbay and is back in the comfort of the penthouse. But he doesn’t care and it’s getting harder and harder for Pepper and Rhodey to get him to eat and sleep. The only way they get him to take care of himself is to tell him that he needs to be in his best shape for when they finally bring Peter home.

So Tony eats and sleeps the minimum amount, but he is constantly on his laptop and computers hacking into every database he can searching for anything related to Peter, he sends out drones to run around all of New York and further in search for his son. All he has found is an enrollment of Peter Parker in some school in New Jersey, but Pepper went there and they said Peter hasn’t showed up in months. He doesn’t even know if it’s the right Peter because they said that the kid was just some juvenile delinquent.

So Tony is stuck at at square one and getting more and more desperate by the day.

And then he got a text from Sam Wilson.

Sam’s POV:

Sam Wilson was brought back from the dead. After the blip was difficult, but he had a place at Stark Tower and didn’t lose anyone close to him. So things were as good as they could be after the blip. Because of this he decided to give back to the community. Tony is too busy fretting over his lost son, some kid by the name of Peter Parker. But the avengers, with Stark’s money, had funded a new suicide prevention company that even has their own floor in Stark Tower. So he puts his therapist skills to use and tries to help as many people as he can in this difficult time.

He is able to save a lot of lives, sometimes he can’t. He tries not to let it get to him, but it is never easy.

It’s a late Friday night in the chilly Fall season and Sam has stayed late once again working the lines for suicide prevention. It’s about midnight and most other volunteers and workers have gone home. The phone has been a bit quieter than usual since it’s been a few months since the blip and most people are now settled in.

But tonight he gets a call that is not particularly normal, and that is because he answers a call from Stark’s lost son.

“Hello?” A quiet, but rough voice sounds through the phone.

“Hello, I’m Sam. Can you tell me your name?”

“I’m Peter.” The timid voice answers.

“Hi Peter, would you like to tell me your last name?”

“Parker.”

Sam suddenly freezes, Peter Parker, the kid Stark is going insane over is on the other end of a suicide prevention call.

“Well Peter Parker, can you tell me where you are right now?” He asks as calmly as he can while he speed texts Stark to get down here now, and to have FRIDAY trace the call because he’s on the phone with his son.

“I-I’m not sure.”

“That’s ok Peter. Are you safe?”

“I. . . Well I’m in a phone booth. I think I’m in Florida, but I’m not even sure anymore.” Peter’s voice sounds quiet and strangely calm.

“Ok Peter. Why do you think you’re calling us today?” Sam asks, however, extremely scared to hear the answer.

“I, well I guess I wanted to have one nice conversation before I die.” Peter responded quietly and Sam tried to get his breathing under control.

“Do you plan on hurting yourself?” He asks steadily as he hears the elevator come down and a very frazzled and rumpled Tony Stark run out.

Stark gets there just for Peter’s answer as Sam puts the phone on speaker so Tony can hear(he can’t say anything back though because Sam has the headset with the microphone on).

“No, but I can feel myself dying. I can’t remember the last time I ate and . . . I’m just really tired. I had like 5 dollars left that I could have spent on food, but instead I got this teddy bear that was on sale.”Peter chuckles lightly, “It was worth it, he’s really soft and I was going to die eventually. More food would just prolonge the process. Besides, it’s a special teddy bear. It’s an Ironman Teddy bear and I love it. He makes me just a little less lonely.”

Sam can now see the tears running down Tony’s face. Just at that moment FRIDAY texts Tony Peter’s location and he instantly engages the Ironman suit.

“Keep him on the line for as long as possible.” He demands before he flies away.

“That’s nice Peter.” Sam responds, “what do you like about the Teddy Bear?”

“He reminds me of my old mentor.”

“Yeah?” Same encourages.

“Yeah, he was the best. Before the blip he would always take care of me. He would put on kids cartoons even though I’m 16 and he would put marshmallows in my hot cocoa. I think he was trying to parent me, but he didn’t really know how. He always did it perfectly in my eyes though.”

Sam knew that Tony could hear this, it was a given that he hooked up FRIDAY’s system to the call to make sure Peter is still alive. He also knew that Tony probably couldn’t speak through his sobs right now.

“Yeah? What else did he do Peter?”

“He would cuddle me and he doesn’t know that I know, but when he thinks I’m asleep he would sometimes carry me back to bed and kiss me on the forehead.” Peter’s voice was starting to get softer and sound sleepier, “but he has a real family now so I just don’t fit in anymore.”

“That’s not true Peter.” Sam responds firmly, “Just because things happened over the five years, doesn’t mean he will love you any less.”

“I know he cared about me, but I don’t think he loves me. At least, he never said so. Anyways I’m getting really tired Mr Sam. I should hang up now, but thank you for talking with me.”

“Peter wait! N-“ Sam protests but the line went silent. It seems that the connection to the Ironman suit also cut off because he didn’t hear anything from Tony either.

So he waited. And waited. He paced around the room and checked his phone and paced some more. 10 minutes go by, then 15, 27 . . . Until finally he gets a text from Tony.

Tony: I have him, he’s ok but get Med Bay ready.

Peter’s POV:

The last thing Peter remembers was talking to the nice man from the suicide hotline. He got sleepy so he hung up, but unfortunately it started to rain. So he took his teddy bear with him into a tiny alleyway and curled up into a tight ball, snuggling his iron teddy to his chest. He then let himself fall away from the world.

The next thing Peter knows is that he is in a very soft bed and he smells alcohol wipes and sterilizer. He also notices a warm weight next to him that smells much nicer than the scent of hospital. It smells like home. It’s also what makes him want to wake up, so he slowly opens his eyes to find that the warmth is his mentor laying next to him.

Peter is exhausted but somehow he finds the strength to scooch closer and gently lay his head on the man’s chest.

He can feel his mentor’s breathing hitch and there is a slight movement under his head.

“Peter?” The soft voice resonates through his father figures chest, making him burrow even closer.

“Hey, hey baby are you awake?” The soft voice calls.

“Mmph.” Peter responds tiredly.

“Bambino? can you open your eyes sweetheart?” His dad asks.

Peter feels a soft hand lift his chin up to meet his dad’s gaze. He ever so sleepily opens his eyes once again to see his dad look at him the way he did before the blip.

“Hey there cucciolo.” He cooes.

“Mster Shstark?” He mumbles almost incoherently.

“That’s right honey. I’m here. I’ve got you.”

Suddenly Peter is a bit more awake.

“Mr Stark?” He whispers, his eyes widening slightly, his voice wobbling.

“Yeah sweetie. I’m here baby. You’re safe now.”

“Mr Stark!” Peter cries desperately as he grasps at Tony’s shirt.

“Oh sweetheart.” Tony soothes as Peter begins to cry. “I know baby, I know, I’m so sorry my bambino. That was scary, but I promise I’m never letting you out of my sight again.”

Tony pulls Peter up just enough so his head rests under Tony’s chin. He strokes his hair and his back, letting the boy cry. He snuggles him tightly when Peter starts to shake a little and pulls the blanket tighter around him when he starts to shiver.

Eventually, Peter cries himself out and is timidly playing with Tony’s sleeve while still cuddled up under his chin.

“Doing a little better then baby?” He questions lightly.

Peter gives a little nod and continues to play with the sleeve.

“Ok baby then I need you to listen to me ok? Cause this is very important.” Tony says and ever so gently guides Peter’s chin to look up at him.

“I love you Peter. I love you so so much my Tesoro. I’m so sorry I never told you this before. I regretted not telling you every single day between the blips. But I love you. You’re my son Peter, in every way that matters.”

“Dad.” Peter whispers as he looks to Tony for acceptance and assurance.

“That’s right darling. Dad is right here. I’m right here and I’m never letting you go again.”

Peter must haven fallen asleep again because he wakes up to the sound of someone entering the room.

“Daddy, can you come with me to get food?” Peter hears Morgan ask.

Peter prepares to be pushed off of Tony so he can go help his daughter; but Tony’s answer surprises him.

“I’m sorry Morgan, but I’m with Peter right now.” Tony whispers, unconsciously pulling Peter closer. “Why don’t you get your Mom to take you.”

“But I want you daddy!” Morgan whines, her voice getting louder.

“Well I can’t right now Morgan. And keep your voice down, Peter is sleeping.” Tony reprimands.

Peter hears Morgan leave with a huff. Tony doesn’t go after her. Instead he starts to massage Peter’s curls, stroking him gently and providing him with the comfort that Peter hasn’t felt since before the snap.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll never leave you again.” His dad whispers softly in his ear. Peter feels warmth flood him with the sincere promise from his only safe person in his life.

Peter falls back asleep as he hears Tony whisper words of comfort to him.

It’s been a week and Peter has been cleared to leave medbay. He gained back a little weight and nutrients, but he is still a quite fragile. However, to Peter’s surprise (and secret delight) Tony has been by his side every second of the day. He even takes Peter to the bathroom and sits outside the door. Every time they sit on the couch, Tony insists on cuddling up with Peter and Peter secretly loves it.

He feels kind of bad every time Tony turns away Morgan when she wants to play, but Pepper will always step in and make sure Morgan is happy.

Even at night Tony either has Peter sleep with him or he’ll sleep in Peter’s room. Either way Peter always has his dad to cuddle with him through the nightmares.

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