*Tony's P.O.V*
The tower was quiet, finally. It felt like I heard actual quiet in years. But the kid was gone now, thank god. Peter, my "kid" was a nuisance. He was constantly talking, always needing attention, like a irritating five-year-old. It was "Mr. Stark, I need this!" or "Mr. Stark, save me from that!" every five seconds. Absolutely exhausting. The pity-adopt was not worth it.
So I sent him to a orphanage. Really quite easy, he's a good enough kid, he'll go to a fine family. Or not, but suffering is good for character. My conscience is clear. Of course there were tears, but not from me. Why cry over spilled milk, he'll get over it. If anything, getting rid of him was one of the best things I'd done in years. It was like a burden had been lifted from shoulders - a Peter Parker sized burden.
And now, sitting in the living room, with no pre-pubescent "Spider-man" (I don't know where he got the "man" part, a two-year-old could beat him up) bouncing off the walls. Now that was bliss. And as of right now, I had no responsibilities, and there was no better feeling. Netflix was my priority, flipping through shows in the absolute silence. I knew Otto was around somewhere, he was always sneaking around in the labs doing one thing or another.
Heh. Doing.
Otto had been just as thrilled to get rid of the kid as I was, if not more. Peter and Otto had never gotten along, always griping at one another. It was Peter or Otto, and like I said, I'm not putting a pity adopt above someone I actually want to be with. Someone who actually makes me happy.
Speak of the devil.
Otto, t-shirt and sweats and six-armed (he loves those stupid things) sat down to me, letting me rest my head on his shoulder. He kissed the top of my head and wrapped an arm around me.
"Someone looks relaxed. Loving the silence?"
"God, more than anything. I've never been happier."
Otto rose his eyebrows, mock confusion plastered across his face.
"Anything? Anthony, surely you don't mean that." I had to keep myself from smiling, Otto was such an ass.
"You know what I mean Otto, I'm just glad to be rid of-" Otto cut me off with a metal-tipped tentacle.
"Tiny, if you keep talking about him, it'll be like he never left." He stuck a finger in his ear, pretending to clean it. "You know, I can still here that damn kid in my mind. He's not even here and he's still pissing me off."
Even though I grimaced at the nickname (Otto loved to call me Tiny because of my height) he was right. If I actually wanted to get rid of the kid, I needed to stop thinking about Peter, and other people. But people like Beck aren't important, people like Otto are.
"You're right."
"I always am."
"Well, in honor of silence, why don't we watch Netflix. There's Suits, and Castle, and Lucifer."
Otto smirked.
"Or.." He tilted my face towards his using a tentacle. "How bout in honor of... silence..." He waved a different free appendage in my face teasingly. "I show you what my tentacles can really do."
