@LokiLover660 since you asked for another part :) there will be a third
Peter gasped as he clutched his exposed wrist, the soft dinging of the elevator indicating the floors they slowly passed.
Mr.Stark had saw, he had saw and now he knows how weak Peter is. He didn't want anything to do with a broken boy like Peter, that is why he isn't chasing him. He is fully capable of stopping the elavator in its tracks and bring it to any floor of his desire,
But Mr.Stark isn't and that's showing how much he wants Peter to leave.
And peter wants to, he just needs to figure out how to breathe properly.
He didn't want anyone in the main floor to know something is wrong, Peter is positive Mr.Stark won't go around telling lower-class workers about his personal problems.
He hardly even opened up to Peter, and he doesn't believe he ever will. Especially after some recent events.
Peter wiped away the tear tracks from his face and glanced up at the floor tracker, only two more to go. This was his time to fix his clothing and hair, try to make it look like he wasn't on a verge of an anxiety attack.
Peter fluffed his hair, straightened his clothes and yanked down his sleeves, No one else needed to see those marks.
As the elevator slid open Peter plastered on a fake smile and stride out, making sure he radiated confidence and happiness in every step. It nearly scared him how easily he faked the emotion, it almost seemed natural.
He made sure to smile at the janitors and security before placing his palms on the smooth cold glass and pushing himself into the outside world. Where the sound of cars honking and angered yelling filled his ears, the familiar smell of faint horse shit and fish crept into his nose as he stood for a moment too long in one spot.
He should wave down an taxi, Aunt May wouldn't mind him coming home a few hours early. Sides he could probably do some chores, it's the least he could do. Plus, it will distract him from some definite future conversation he could spare his mind from dwelling on.
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Tony had watched as Peter nearly sprinted to the elavator, jamming his thumb repeatedly onto a button that ,Tony was sure of, was the bottom floor. If Tony has been in his right mind he would have stopped the kid, even ordered FRIDAY to stop the elavator so he could could just talk.
But he knew Peter wanted to leave and he knew he wasn't in the right state to converse with the boy, he might have even started yelling.
He should wait until he had cooled down, he would wait until Peter had calmed down cause good lord, the panic he knows he's causing Peter makes his chest ache. But it will all be good in the end, he knew of it. Him and May would fix this.
Oh shit, May.
His hands flew down to his sides, grasping around for his phone. He had to phone May and warn her that Peter was coming home earlier.
He wanted to tell her about what he had saw, but a small part of him wanted it to be Peter to tell her. He could imagine him telling her the news and it would just crush her that it didn't come from Peter.
Tony twisted his hands nervously before throwing them up in an outburst of emotion. Dragging the hands tiredly down his face he fought back angry tears that stung his eyes.
His mind raced with confused scenarios of what he could do, and when he could do it. His breaths sped up with every messed up outcome and it had to take FRIDAY to stop him from the incoming panic attack.
"Boss, Mrs. Potts has entered to building"
Tony let out a breath of relief, if anyone knew what to do it would be Pepper. But it churned Tony's stomach uncomfortably to tell someone else something so personal about Peter without him knowing.
Frustration bubbles in Tony's stomach and the feeling made him want to tug at his hair and scream.
God this whole situation was so anxiety producing and stressful. Tony had no idea what to do, he had never felt with this and had never expected it.
He should definitely talk to Peter soon. Check up on him, convince him to open up, to tell other people, and be all ok again.
Alright, Tony's got a plan. Yeah, he could do this. He's ok, Peters ok, everyone's ok.
Oh he's kidding himself, he still is so lost.
But Tony knew, that Peter was so much more lost. And it hurt his chest to even think about it.
Days past from the incident, Peter didn't return to the tower in the fear of being asked about his arm,
No one was suppose to find out about it, no one was suppose to know.
He was doing so much better also, he hadn't picked up a blade in a week. But after Tony found out...
Peter sat on his bed and redid the bandages on his arm. The cuts stinging mercilessly against the fabric.
The door was firmly shut and locked, even though he was the only one in the house, do to the fact that May was at work, he couldn't risk anyone else finding out.
He knows Mr.Stark hadn't told anyone else, because May hasn't came into his room crying.
Peter wants to feel relieved that Mr.Stark hadn't came to talk to him about what happened, but he couldn't help but feel a tinged of hurt at the neglect.
He knew he was going to have to talk to Mr.Stark about it eventually, even if neither parties wanted to. It had to be done.
Peter sighed to himself and stood up, the bed creaking from the relieved pressure. May wasn't due home for another couple hours, he could at least try to be useful. Maybe finish some chores? Clean the bathroom? He always tended to do something a little extra when May had long night.
He walked himself out of his room and into the kitchen,
Dinner will do
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Tony sat at his desk in his workshop, one hand on his face the other grasping the cool neck of a liquor bottle.
Tony suck deep in his thoughts, how this was his fault, things he could have done and red flags that didn't make sense until this moment.
Dum-E clicked his claws worryingly at the owner, Tony raised his head slightly and shooed the bot away.
He just needed a couple seconds to himself, Peter still hadn't called and if anything that has made him feel worse.
Tony sluggishly felt around in his pocket, grasping for his phone.
He dialed Peter, he could no longer wait. The conversation was now or never.
Tony paused, the phone held to his ear loosely and a pinched look on his face.
As the call went straight to voicemail Tony breathed out a sigh,
"Call me Peter, we need to talk." Tony said into the phone, the alcohol clear in his voice.
He slammed the phone into the table, the hands turning white from the increasing tight grip on the bottle.
Anger and guilt surged in his stomach like acid, tears dripped down his face. Suddenly Tony stood up, throwing the chair back from the force, and chucked the bottle at the wall.
Air pumped through his lungs, his hand strained for another object. But to his good senses he merely collapsed the floor in anguish.
He wasn't sure how he would deal with this situation, the whole thing was sending him closer to death. He can't be mad at Peter because it isn't his fault.
He was talking to Peter tomorrow no matter what, even if he had to drag him from the apartment, he has to talk to him.
"You're a lot more quieter, something wrong?" May asked, twirling her fork in Peters homemade spaghetti.
Peter looked up from his own plate, of which he barely ate from, and into Mays eyes.
"No, Nothing is wrong. Just tired."
May gave a concerned glance at Peter, looking him up and down. Before sighing,
"If you're sure, go to bed. Rest up, I'll put the leftovers away."
Peter nodded slowly, before standing up to put his dishes away.
May put a hand on his arm, directly on top of-
"I got it," May reassured, flashing her soft smile.
Peter nodded again, frantically letting go of the plate and nearly sprinting to his room.
Slamming the door shut Peter sat in his bed, fingers tangled in his hair.
Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god
Anxiety danced in his stomach, he was consciously away of how much air he wasn't getting.
He scratched and clawed at his throat in desperation.
Weak rasped came unwillingly out of his throat in his body's last desperate attempt of gathering air.
Black spots poked its way through his vision, Peter registered that suddenly every move he made was sluggish and the burning in his chest become more intense with every passing second.
But soon, it all went away.
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The next morning Tony banged on the door of the parkers residence, fulfilling what he had promised to himself the night before.
He tried to keep the worry off his face as May opened the door. But it seemed that she could tell anyway.
"It's something with Peter isn't it."
Tony also tried to hide the shock on his face, but found that May just had this power where she can tell what anyone is feeling in that moment.
Tony nodded his head, May sidestepped and opened the door wider. Letting Tony into her living space.
"Where is Peter," Tony Asked looking around.
"Asleep,"
"It's noon,"
"I told myself I'd go check on him at one, he hasn't got this much sleep in a long while."
Tony nodded his head, May gestured for him to sit down. Which he took, May seemed to want to talk.
"I noticed something was wrong as we were eating yesterday."
Tony nodded, "I've noticed something wrong also."
May nodded silently, they both wanted the best for peter and they both knew that it was going to be hard.
"We can wait till he wakes up, till then. Would you like a drink?"
Tony sighed,relieved.
"Yes please."
Just watched endgame y'all, and I all I can say is that I'm shook.
Sorry for being so inactive, the next part will be the confrontation and resolve.
ENDGAME SPOILERS ISH BELOW!
I will be writing Irondad and continuing these prompts, and I will take endgame prompts, I'll just wait to post it till more people have watched the movie.
Not leaving Irondad yet lads