School was going by, and was pretty much the same as it has always been. Peter had earned some weird glares from his late arrival, but most people seem to be minding their own business. He soon found Ned, explaining everything----well almost everything. But Ned found it actually pretty cool, and became super excited when he found out Peter had stayed the night at Stark Towers. With that, the now happy teen just shushed his best friend, not wanting the attention of easedroppers.
If you compared Peter from yesterday, and Peter from right now, you would think they were two totally different people, especially from the tone, and the usage of voice. Before he was a fragile teen who had just seen some shit, but now he seemed to be going back to normal, or at least as much as he could, but it was enough to convince Ned, so it was enough to convince himself too.
They both walked out of the school, meeting up with MJ at a bench that was in front of the school that they went to everyday. Ned makes his mom come fifteen minutes late on purpose so he could socialize, MJ never went home before the boys, and Peter was just going to have to walk to the tower. Or at least he thought until he heard a bunch of gasps from the side of the school.
"Oh my god! Hello Mr. Stark"
"How are you! Ohmygerf"
"I love you!"
"Hey, I love you too, now wipe that drool, and has anyone seen Peter?" This statement was obviously Stark, since it had so much swag and charisma built into it.
Peter internally cringed, knowing what the aftermath of this little show will cause. He quickly said goodbye to his friends, trying to get this over with as soon as possible. He walked through the crowd, purposely swinging his shoulder through aggressive, to hit some rib cages. Now that the two were staring at each other, the crowd looked astonished. Some left, now seeing that all he needed was Peter, but others stayed, not putting their phone down as they recorded the famous billionaire.
"Hello Peter" The older man smiled.
"Hey Mr. Stark" The kid tried to hide his attitude, not wanting a lecture in front of his classmates.
"I thought I would give you a ride, if that's alright?"
"Yes, thank you" The kid mumbled. They both dispersed from each other, making some more of the kids to leave, but all the ones who were still there were now whispering about Peter, and the teen in the car could hear it.
Peter got into the backseat, not wanting to be by Mr. Stark, which the adult could now tell from the uncomfortable silence the had risen in the car.
"Did something happen?" Tony wearily started the conversation. Peter weighed his options, either talking through it so the silence would fade, and then getting a better relationship with Mr. Stark. Or saying nothing while something still obviously seemed wrong. It was no wonder why the kid started to respond.
"All the kids tomorrow will be talking about how I know Mr. Stark, and I just didn't really want the attention" Peter tried to explain, feeling very weird talking like this to Tony.
"Oh nonsense, they barley even realized I was here for you" The older man tried to cope.
"Yeah, because you asking where I was, or us talking, or us getting in the car together sure doesn't seem like we know each other" Peter replied sarcastically.
"Okay, I'm sorry, happy?"
"I guess" Peter sighed, looking out the car window, trying to make the car ride quicker. His eyes instantly went searching the streets for his way back to his home- or Aunt May's home now. Finding the correct street, he saw that there was people roaming around who he remembered; like crazy lemon girl, or the twins down the hall, or guy who yelled at the wall thinking it was a train. The last had a lot of drugs before hand though. Wincing at the thought of the guy doing drugs in the alley that his room faces, Peter decided to look around the car to change thoughts. It was pretty standard, nice leather, heated seats, cup holders. 'Yep, this is indeed a car' He insured to himself. But he then looked over, to a bag, that seemed familiar.
"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