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Chapter Eighteen

tw/cw bad thoughts-mentions of suicidal ideation and self harm

Tony woke up in an unfamiliar setting but quickly realised he was in Stephen's bedroom. He smiled at the thought of the words they exchanged the day before and looked around for any signs of the man himself but to no avail. As he was getting ready he spotted a neately folded piece of paper which in shaky handwriting said:

"I have work outside of the sanctum for a while. Don't wait for me.
    Stephen"

Guess I'll head back then

He dressed up and left to find his son.

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The sense of hopelessness was creeping up on him again.

He knew what was coming.

I was doing well! What happened... What happened?!

"They are going to be dissapointed in you"

I KNOW THAT, don't you think I know?

Peter audibly laughed. What was he doing? He was fighting with his own damn mind, the same mind that had managed to torment him for all these years.

He walked out of the tower with determination but came to a halt as he realised that this would probably be the last time he sees his home.

Home. He has a home. Had a home.

Never in his life would he have thought that there would be a time when he would feel at home. Not after his parent's passing.

Sure, he loved living with May before he was taken in by Mr. Stark. But he couldn't help but feel like a burden on her shoulders. She would work hard everyday just to be barely able to buy anything for herself and he felt really guilty about it.

I can't do this to Mr. Stark too, I have to go

He really thought he was getting better. The only thing he was getting better at, though, was the ability to lie and hide his pain. His friends didn't care about him anymore, he knew it. Ned was getting more and more distant by the day and MJ just straight up stopped talking to him without any explanation.

I don't blame them.

The pain in his chest grew havier and heavier until it was too heavy to carry around anymore. He needed to get it out, out of his system. His panicked choice was to leave his home and wander around until he found a place to live for a couple of days.

He needed distance from everyone and everything.

He realised he had been standing far too long there and began walking again hoping to find a place to camp for a while.

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The billionaire was feeling giddish, like a child on a Christmas Day.

I can't wait to tell Peter about this!

He was walking down the street when he spotted a very familiar figure walking at the opossite direction.

"Hey! Do I know y- Peter? What are you doing here? What's all this?" said the elder man gesturing at the heavy-looking backpack on the kids back.

"Uh.. Well I.."

He closed his eyes and inhaled sharply.

"I am leaving."

Tony was shocked. What on earth is this kid doing?

"And why is that? Care to elaborate?"

"I actually never felt really that better since I tried to kill myself. I need to distance myself from you or my sadness will make you go away too and leave me."

A wave of shock traveled throughout the billionaire's body. He was shattered.

"Peter... Pete... my sweet Pete! There's nothing I want to do more than help you get through this. We'll get through this together, okay kiddo?"

If Peter looked like he was about to cry it is because he was. Tears welled up in his eyes and he felt them sting.

"But.. everyone leaves me. At some point you'll leave me too, why are you doing this.."

"Because I am your father and I love you and I am never leaving your side. Ever."

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