Wrong Number, so sorry!

... what the fu-

Tony's POV:

Tony Stark woke up in the hospital. He looked around groggily, trying to remember what happened. In the chair by his bed, Stephen sat up and looked at him with wide eyes, fussing over him and helping him sit up. Strange looked like he hadn't slept in days.

"Tony! I'm so sorry, I should've saved you! I promise that from now on I will. No matter what, I won't let you get hurt. Oh god, why didn't I stop you from falling? I'm so, so sorry! No, Tony. Rest. Don't try to get up, stay down. Tony-"

Tony waved him off, but stayed sitting on the bed. He was slowly remembering what had happened.

"I... I had been fixing one of my suits... I was putting it back together when Peter had texted me. Then I got distracted. And you... we had that fight... you said you would stop saving me. I called your bluff. And then I took the iron man suit... but it wasn't complete, and it started to malfunction." Tony looked at his boyfriend, who had his head in his hands.

"I'm so sorry, this is all my fault," Strange whispered.

Tony rolled his eyes. "Don't blame yourself. I'm fine, aren't I? Where's my phone, I want to talk to Peter."

Stephen's expression then morphed into one of worry. "About that... you were really out of it when you first came to the hospital, and you kind of... asked for Peter when you woke up. And then it was reported on live tv. Peter knows who you are."

Tony's eyes widened to an almost-comical size. "Oh shit. I need to talk to him."

"He sent a card," Strange said, picking a piece of paper up off of a nearby table.

Tony opened it up.

Dear Mr. Stark,

I'm really sorry about all of this. If I had known I was texting THE Tony Stark, I would've stopped right away! I can't believe how I laid all of my meaningless problems on you, and then I went and got you hospitalized! Really, Mr. Stark, I'm super sorry and I'll delete your number right away.
Sorry^3000,
Peter Parker

Tony folded the card back up and gave it to Strange. When he'd finished reading it, they both looked at each other and sighed. Tony was going to pay Peter a visit as soon as Stephen would let him leave. The poor kid was blaming himself for everything.

Peter's POV:

After finding out that Mr. Stark was his online friend, Peter had quickly written an apology letter and deleted his phone number. Aunt May had been treating Peter even worse recently, her reason being that he needed to be punished for bothering Tony Stark. She thought he had become a pain in Stark's side because of all his rambling (she had read their conversation before Peter could delete it), and for once, Peter agreed with her. He couldn't believe how much of an idiot he was, talking to Tony Stark about his life.

Speaking of his life, school had become literal hell. Flash was constantly coming up to him and asking how exactly he had caused Tony Stark to fall to his death. Apparently, now he was a genius that could sneak into Stark Towers and sabotage Iron Man's suit.

MJ and Ned stood by his side, though. They shared their lunch with him (because May had taken to starving him), and MJ had punched Flash on more than one occasion.

Ned, with his non-stop ramblings, had asked Peter about Tony Stark around 20 million times over the past couple days. Peter didn't know what to tell him. He just wanted everyone to forget about it.

The one thing that stayed the same was Spider Man. Peter would still go out every night to patrol the neighborhood, and he had come to find the normalcy of it relaxing.

Two weeks had passed since the incident, and Peter was swinging back home after stopping some crime. He crept through his window and took off his suit, changing into different clothes before creeping towards his locked door. He stopped in shock when he heard voices. Aunt May had a visitor.

"- he here?" Someone was saying. The voice sounded familiar...

"Yes, he lives here. He's very sorry for disturbing you with all of his texts," Aunt May said.

Peter frowned in thought. Who was she talking to... oh. Tony Stark. Shit.

He rushed out of his room, stopping beside Aunt May in the living room.
"I'm so sorry Mr. Stark! I promise I won't bother you anymore, I really didn't know who you were, otherwise I never would've-"

Peter stopped talking when Tony held up a hand.

"Peter, it wasn't your fault. And I enjoyed talking to you! You're a funny kid, you know that?"

Peter opened his mouth to reply, but Stark stopped him.

"Hold on, I'm not done. I was going to meet you at the decathlon competition, but it seems fate had a different idea. You're an incredibly smart kid, though, and if you want to, I'd really like for you to be my intern. You'd have to take a test of course, but if you pass, the job is yours!"

"REALLY?" Peter exploded, his face lighting up with excitement. May put a had on his shoulder, and he flinched slightly at her touch. Her nails dug into his skin - a reminder of his place.

"Tony, that's a really generous offer, but Peter unfortunately can't accept. He's too busy with school to do your internship as well." May smiled sweetly, and to anyone else she probably looked like a loving parent, doing what was best for her kid. And she was... sometimes. Peter looked at Mr. Stark to see if he bought her act.

Stark's face was inscrutable as he replied, "that is very unfortunate. If it's okay with you, Peter's guardian, could I at least give my phone number to Peter again? I want to keep in touch."

May nodded pleasantly, though Peter knew she wasn't happy about it.

"And Peter," Tony looked at him and winked, "I hope you're still coming to the competition in two weeks."

Peter smiled. "Wouldn't miss it, Mr. Stark."

"Don't call me Mr. Stark, it makes me feel old. Call me Tony."

"Bye, Mr- Tony," Peter said, waving as Stark left the apartment. He felt like he was flying. Tony Stark wanted to stay in touch with him! And he offered to make him an intern! Peter tuned out May's threats as he dreamed about being an intern for Tony Frickin' Stark.

Soooooooooo now its only 2 WEEKS until the competition! And Peter and Tony will still be communicating through text and stuff, don't u worry.

"Never trust anyone who has not brought a book with them."