A Slice Of Life, Death And Everything In-Between

Fights End In Blood And Tears (Blooming With Love)

Tony walks over and starts to put his hand on Peter's shoulder, his eyes softening. "I know, kiddo, and I'm so sorry. I'm going to go up there and talk with your principle, see if we can get Flash expelled for--"

Peter wrenches his arms away, not sure where this anger is coming from but letting it swallow him whole. He sees, out of the corner of his eyes, his dad jerk back, as though Peter had slapped him.

The boy has to swallow back a sob.

It has not been a great week and this is just the icing on top of the shitty cake.

He can't take anymore.

He can't.

"I don't want that." Peter hisses, turning around and stomping towards the elevator. Tony doesn't even seem to bother to follow. "I don't want you to talk to anyone for me. You couldn't even talk to the Avengers and see where that got you."

Stepping into the elevator, Peter turns around and stares at the floor, sure if he would look up and see the heartbroken look on his father's face then he would surely burst into sobs.

"You ruin everything." The spiderling says quietly, positive Tony heard by the sharp inhale the man makes. Peter wraps his arms around himself. "Everything."

He waits, feeling his chest ache, for the doors to close before letting the bitter tears fall.

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That was around 30 minutes ago and Peter has been swinging through the city ever since.

The wind whips around him, shivering ranking his body as he flies through the air. His own horrible, cruel words echo in his ears, his chest jumping at each dry sob that crawls up his sore throat.

You ruin everything.

That's not true and Peter knows it. He doesn't know why he said it, why he got so angry in the first place. Tony had just wanted to help him, make sure that he doesn't get hurt and Peter had fucking pushed him away.

You ruin everything.

No, it wasn't his dad that ruined things. It was Peter.

It was all his fault and now Tony is upset and alone in that big penthouse and It's all Peter's fault.

 

"Incoming call from Tony Star--"

"Karen, mute."

Sighing, the boy swings sharply to the right and settles on top of an apartment building. The New York skyline twinkles in the distance, the lights gleaming and the cars zooming below like little electric ants.