Nothing For Me

Part 8

Peter. Fucking. Parker.
     You hate him. You don't care that you've never met him. You hate him and your douche-bag of a sperm donor.
     He goes and gives this kid--some random kid an opportunity of a lifetime. Now, you understand that he got enhanced abilities from some freak accident (you call him a science experiment in secret) and decided to use those powers to help the city of Queens.
     But what you don't understand is how Tony can treat this random kid like he's known him his whole life. You don't understand how he can go and treat this random dude like his own child when he's got one at home that he's never even cared for!
     Were you just never good enough for him? You were smart, you got good grades--hell you graduated high school before you even hit your double digits!
     What was it? Why weren't you good enough to get a pat on the back followed by a 'good job kid'? Why weren't you good enough to get fatherly advice?
     Some random ass kid comes into your home with your 'father' and gets more attention in one day than you have in your almost ten years of being in Tony's custody.
     You change into some workout appropriate clothes and head down to the training room.
     Once you walk into the area, you're immediately hit with memories of Natasha teaching you self-defense. You're hit with memories of watching Wanda learning how to use her powers.
     Taking a deep breath, you clear your head. No purpose in dwelling on the past. It's likely they're never coming back and you don't need to hold onto that unnecessary longing.
     You wrap your hands appropriately and head to the punching bags.
     For some strange reason you thought about Tony.
Punch.
     Why the hell wouldn't he be a proper parent?
Punch.
     Does he not know how or some shit?
Punch.
     Obviously he did if he was able to nurture that fucking spider.
     Punch.
     What the fuck did that kid even do to deserve it?
Punch.
     You've lived through enough pain. Did you not have enough trauma for Tony?
Punch. Punch.
     You wonder if Raid affects him.
Punch.
     That man couldn't put down a bottle long enough to take care of his own child.
Punch.
     Now all of a sudden, he's ready to drop every and anything for a kid he just fucking met.
     Punch.
     "Uh, I think you're gonna break-"
     The punching bag splits in half and the contents spill over the floor.
     "-it."
     You glare at the boy at the entrance, before rolling your eyes and cleaning up the mess.
     Obviously taken aback by your expressions, he stammers, trying to find a response.
     "I-I'm Parker. P-Peter Parker," he greets, his hand held out.
     Looking him up and down, you ignore his hand and throw the sand out.
     "I don't care."
     "O-okay, umm. A-are you alright-"
     "Look," you start. "If you don't want to end up like that," you pause, pointing to the no longer usable punching bag. "Then I'd suggest you leave me alone. Got it?"
     You didn't stay around to hear his response. As soon as the
words finished coming out of your mouth, you were shouldering past him, ready to get back to your room.
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     "Are you fucking serious?"
     You stared at Peter as he grabbed your last ice cream sandwich. He looked over at you with wide eyes as he took the first bite.
     "Those were mine you dipshit."
     "M-Mr. St-Stark said that I-I was wel-welcome to anything in the kitchen."
     "Well Mr. Stark doesn't buy my fucking groceries," you spat before storming out.
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     "I mean he fucking comes and interrupts my workout. Asking me dumbass questions like that."
     MJ watched as you paced back and forth across her room. You couldn't stay at the tower any longer. Peter kept pissing you off and your setting was so suffocating.
     "And then, he has the fucking audacity to eat my food. Those things were expensive as hell! Mr. Stark does not have the right to offer up shit he didn't purchase."
     You let out a groan as you flopped onto the bed. Michelle simply just observed you for a moment.
     "I have a feeling that this is about more than the ice cream sandwiches and him interrupting your peace."
     Letting her words process in your head, you flip on your back and stare at the ceiling.
     "Tony is offering this random ass kid hospitality and praise within a couple of weeks of meeting him. Where the fuck was that kindness when he took me in?"
     You look at your girlfriend with teary eyes before she pulls you into her arms. Soft cries filled the room as you let your tears fall, the pain of the weekend slowly melting away.
     MJ pulled you back and took your face in her hands.
     "You are enough," she stated firmly.
     You look at her confused, wondering how the hell she knew those thoughts were floating through your head.
     "I've known you long enough; I can read you," she paused to place a kiss on your nose. "Fuck Tony and fuck Peter. They aren't worth your time or your happiness. And you deserve happiness. Okay?"
     You nod softly in response, sniffing and wiping your nose.
     Michelle pulls the two of you up to where you're both sitting directly in front of each other.
     "Say it. 'I deserve happiness.'"
     Taking a deep breath, you look away, flustered. MJ grabs your hands.
     "C'mon. 'I deserve happiness.'"
     "I deserve happiness," you mumbled.
     "Louder."
     "I deserve happiness," you repeated stabley. "I deserve happiness."
     You lean forward and place a peck to her lips but it turns into multiple kisses spread across her face.
     Giggling, Michelle fell back on the bed with you straddling her hips. The two of you caught your breath as you stared into each other's eyes.
     "I love you," you whispered.
     Your eyes widened slightly once you realized what you said.
     "I-I'm sor-"
     "I love you, too"
     You let out a sigh of relief before crashing your lips onto hers.
     They glide against each other effortlessly as you get sucked into the taste and feeling that is MJ. Despite your jaw getting tired over time, you don't stop. You don't stop because her lips are addicting and you could never get enough.
     Eventually, the two of you part, your forehead resting against hers. You both pant, coming down from the high.
     "You make me so happy."