Dark Irondad One-shorts

"Why?"-Stay_dancing

by-Stay_dancing on AO3

The days passed slowly, so slow. He couldn't listen or see anything or anyone all day, just the utter and solid nothingness. He would sell his soul to hear a annoying neighbor, listen a car passing at the street, to be alive again.
Peter isn't alive, no, no... He isn't. At least not anymore.
Peter is only breathing now.
This different to be alive. Totally different.

He wants to make it stop, he wants to stop breathing, this would make things easy for him. He tried to make himself stop holding it for minutes but his stupid body made him feel the urge to let the air come inside his lungs. It was Peter's fault. All his.

Stupid.

This what Peter is, he is stupid. He brought this to himself all the pain, all the humiliation, all the sadness. It was his fault. He is the guilty one for all this. He misses when he could talk when he wanted, when could see everything around him, he misses when he could hear to everything. He misses May.
He knows that he can be with her again when he stops breathing, even if he is not sure about this.
He is not sure if there is a God after all. If God really existed, he must think that Peter deserves to suffer.
In the start he had hope that he could get free, that he could be happy and normal again. But than him shove into his face the video the video of his aunt's execution.
He remembers that he cried and screamed so hard until everything insides him got dry.
He wants to stop breathing because he is the one to blame for May's death, he was in her life and this made her be something in his way.

He hates him.

He hates everything about him.
He took his life.
He took his aunt.
He took his dreams.
He took his whole world because he is too selfish to let Peter be happy.
Be truly happy.

If Peter could he would cry now would be tears coming out of his eyes but he don't have the strenght to this. He is tired.

He says that Peter is happy.
He says that Peter is his son.
He says that Peter is perfect.
He says that is for Peter's own good.
He says that he loves him.

No, he don't.

He doesn't love him and never will. People who loves others would die for them not make them suffer until is left nothing of the person who is "loved".
Peter is not Peter anymore, he is just a shell who is left of that person, he is the weak connection to that Peter in this world.
He wants to stop breathing to let them both free.

Freedom is such a questionble thing.

When you're a bird in a cage, you know that you're trapped or not? He wonders if he was a bird things would be easier for him, if he would love Tony, if he could be happy again.
Peter wants to stop breathing to be free again, to be happy, to be with his family.

He life is a misery, Tony says that it was a misery before but no, it wasn't. This is misery.
Tony strapped him on the bed because Peter was to "unquiet", he put the gag in his mouth because Peter was too "fussy", he put the earplug on his ear because he thought it was better as a boy if he wasn't anxious about any noise. Anxious about the idea that maybe would another person to help him.
Peter wasn't a person anymore.
Peter was a property.

And he hates him, he hates his "daddy".
He hates when he holds him tight and say "i love you." Peter didn't like the fact that the only things that he could hear were only lies.

Tony lies to himself more than he lies to Peter, in his mind he a good man helping a child but in reality he is the monster who took Peter's all life.
Tony is truly evil, vile and cruelty in his true form. He is bad and don't even notice it. Or he does?
He hopes that Tony dies someday and leave him alone, if he dies and is not here to "take care" of Peter, Peter will eventually dies too and this would made him happy.

This would be better than stay one more second like that. He just can't anymore, he is tired of people thinking that this kind of behaviour is love. No, this isn't love. This can be a twist sick feeling but not love. He knows what loves feel like, it felt good. This in other hand? Make him want to die every single day.

All is left from him is just wait, wait from him. He closes his eyes and pretend to sleep more, Peter never sleeps unless that Tony gives him his "sleepy pills" but he feels like even this is not working anymore, after so many time stops being so effective.

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Tony is here now, feeding him food like a baby, he stopped giving Peter the fork after he tried to stab himself with it last year.
Peter is defeated. He is tired to fight, he is tired of screaming, he is tired of breathing. He just want to know...

"Why...?" - His voice was hoarse, dull, weak.

"Why what, mi amore?"

"W-why... are you making this to me...?"

Tony chuckled awhile forcing Peter's mouth to open again to force the mashed potatoes inside it.

"Because i love you, Peter. Now stop talking so much and start eating more, bambino."

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THIS IS NOT MY WORK!!!