It'll Only Get Better From Here

Letting Loose

   "Hey, uh, Mr. Stark?" Peter hesitantly asked.

   "Yeah?" The driver looked through the top mirror, to make eye contact with the boy.

   "Where'd you get this bag?"

   "Oh" There was a pause in his response, giving him time to think about how he wanted to tell the events of today. "I visited your aunt toda-"

   "You what?" Peter yelled, the car kept the rage in the small space they had, amplifying the sound.

   "I know, you probably didn't want me to bu-"

   "You think?" Tears were starting to sliver out of his eyes, and they didn't seem to be stopping any time soon.

   "Just listen okay? I wanted to see if I can sort things out, to get you back living at your apartment"

   "And?"

   "And she handed me that bag to give to you" Another pause was placed as the teen tried figuring out how to handle this.

   "I truly am homeless" he finally weeped into his hands, the realization of everything hitting him.

   The car came to a stop, seeing as they were in the famous Tony Stark's garage. Around them was a few other, really expensive looking cars to the side, but the room still looked huge.

   "Oh shush, you're spending a few nights here until you can find a more permanent home" Tony turned back, now actually facing the kid, who still had his hands covering his face.

   "You see that's the point" Peter finally looked up. "No one wants a 15 year old, and if someone does take me in, it most likely won't be in New York. That friendly neighborhood Spiderman would come to a screeching stop, if it hasn't already"

   "What do you mean if it hasn't already?" Tony looked even more concerned. The kid finally stopped and thought about what he said, and realized he did mean every word of it. But that still doesn't mean he wanted to open up to the older man in front of him.

   "Never mind" Peter backtracked and got out of the car, racing towards the lift to get him to isolation.

   Luckily for Tony, he was closer, grabbing the kid and holding him still, so Peter couldn't hide this time.

   "Peter, it's getting tiring asking you so many times, but can you please tell me what happened out there" Water glazed Stark's eyes, not quite crying, but making him look sincere and honest.

   "I-I can't" Was all the teen could chock out. Being confronted was not something he was ready for, especially not when they're only three feet away from each other.

   "Please" Tony lowered down, making leveled eye contact with the boy. Putting a stern grip on his shoulders, Tony finally saw the boy at his most vulnerable state.

   "I did something bad" He breathed out, sounding tired.

   "We all do bad things"

   "No, it's not l-like that, I did something r-really, really bad" The boy looked down in shame. feeling the intensity of the older mans stare, his cheeks flushed.

   "Start at the beginning"

   "Well I-I was on th-the streets" Peter had to pause, trying to catch his breath and calm down, the cold air of the opened garage door drifted towards his stinging eyes. "And so I went in an alleyway, to sleep, b-because where else w-would I do it?" Memories taunted his mind, flashing back, even when he just closed his eyes, making more tears appear.

   "You're doing great" Tony reassured the broken boy.

   "And so I did. I fell asleep. But then I woke up. Towards the middle of the night I believe. A-and there was a guy, w-who had a g-grip on my w-wrist, and wouldn-wouldn't let go, no matter h-how much I begged" His voice got louder at the end, shaking and stumbling around the sentence.

   "Oh Pete" The man could already tell where this was going and pulled him into a hug, not needing anymore from the beaten up teen.

   "But I'm n-not even at the b-bad part yet" With that said, Tony stepped back, just enough to look at Peter, a quizzical expression on his face. "And so he slammed me into a-a wall, and I was scared, and a-a-angry, and my senses were heightened so I couldn't think straight, so when he came c-close to doing somet-thing" Another pause took place  that only contained the heavy breathing of the story teller and the concerned eyes of the adult. "I lost i-it, and punched him, and i-it felt so good, too good, and I d-did it again, and took him to th-the ground. And I couldn't think, I didn't even know who I was, because then I stepped onto his throat. C-cutting off his oxygen." The finale words were trembles, the words sounded rocky and dangerous, but soothing since he was finally opening up and letting it off of his chest.

   "If it makes you feel any better, I feel like people like that shouldn't exist" Tony silently laughed and smiled as he pulled Peter closer into him, trying to reassure the kid that it'll all be alright.

   "You aren't disgusted Mr. Stark?" The kid asked, still shaking.

   "What? Of course not. Your job is to help New York. Just imagine if that guy went after another kid, or adult even, and they didn't have the strength you did. They wouldn't have been able to get free, and we all know what would've happened"

   "Then why do I feel so guilty?" His voice was almost a whisper.

   "Because you didn't handle it properly, and you have a fantastic moral. God knows how, but you have it kid, and some times, it is a bad thing, but don't quote me on that because I'll just deny it. But lighten up, it's okay. Also you'll do great in prison" Stark finally backed away, showing enthusiasm at the last remark.

   "What!" Peter stepped back, suddenly terrified.

   "Just kidding, but it does give me a different impression of you though. You're more gruff and scheming now." The older man laughed, patting the kid on the shoulder, motioning him towards the lift, so they could finally go inside. 

lololololol I forgot that Peter killed a man in this, so hopefully this will help brighten up that situation. Also enjoy this extra long chapter loves