Wrong Number Spidey

Family

***Tony***

*Knock Knock*

"Peter it's me Tony, you really need to eat, i know it's tough but please Kid i need you what would May think if she saw what you were doing?''

I heard something crash to the ground inside the room and i instantly panicked, ''Pete are you okay, can i come in?'' 

I tried pushing the door but it was locked tight ''JARVIS open the door''

***Peter***

I was in trouble, the first day after May died i was devastated i knew that we weren't anything close to a traditional family but i loved May.

She was with me through virtually everything, she did become violent and she didn't seem to care at times, but when she was sober there were times she would break down.

Sometimes she would apologize and wallow in her shame before turning to drinks for comfort and becoming violent once more, but sometimes when she was sober she would try so hard to change, she would go for ice-cream with me or we'd walk in the park but those times were what helped me make it through the tough ones.

After i couldn't bear staying cooped up in that small room for long i searched around my stuff for my suit, i stumbled around a bit before deciding to check my backpack.

I finally found it and after suiting up i left the tower, sure nobody wanted Peter Parker but the city needed spiderman. I swung around helping people wherever i could before eventually returning to the tower.

As i took of my suit i heard Tony by the door, i felt bad for ignoring him but his words brought tears to my eyes and as i was distracted i fell over knocking my desk down, (stupid suit)  and as i lay on the floor in nothing but some boxers and my spider suit near my legs when Tony burst in,

I immediately kicked the suit under my bed and luckily Tony didn't seem to notice it but what he did notice were my scars, i mean how could i be spiderman and not have scars but he didn't know this, he probably thought i was bullied or something.

I looked up to his face expecting to see disgust or horror but all that i saw was love and genuine care.

''I don't know what happened or why you didn't tell me but get changed and we are going straight to Bruce for a checkup and no running away this time'' He said firmly but it sounded as if he was trying to not let his voice crack.

He then turned around and softly closed the door but i could hear him pacing outside my room, i sighed feeling relieved and touched.

---Tony---

I was hurt i felt nauseous and sick, i wanted to break down and i wanted to blast something , somebody out there hurt my kid and every instinct in my body was screaming at me to kill them, i held back my rage but everytime i closed my eyes i saw his body riddled with scars, the poor kid was so thin as well, he looked like he was going to starve.

Peter was taking a while so i grabbed some snacks from the kitchen, they weren't exactly healthy but if i were to try cook i couldn't exactly say that it would even be edible but i decided to grab a few fruits as well, i walked back to his room with my armful of food  and saw Peter standing there anxiously.

I walked to his bed, dumping the food there and said''eat''

''u-umm Mr Stark thanks but i'm not really hungry'' he replied bashfully scratching his neck

a loud growl from his stomach instantly gave his lie away

''I said eat'' this time i spoke more firmly.

Peter gingerly grabbed a banana and i watched as he slowly ate.

''Next'' i said gesturing to the next food item on the bed.

This process continued until the food ran out.

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(gotta feed the kid, gotta feed the kid,GOTTA FEED THE KID)

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