Our Son

Chapter Seven- Listen Before I Go

-Honey? Jesus Christ! Are you okay!? (Steve says coming closer to the bed)

-W—What happened?

-Well, you.. you just passed out! The doctor said your pressure was low and well.. that you're not well nurtured..

-Underoos! Are you okay? You scared us! (Tony says as he arrives at the bedroom with two cups of coffee)

-Oh.. I.. I'm sorry for freaking you out. I guess I'm fine.

-Are you feeling any pain? (Tony)

-My head, I guess.

-I'll ask the doctor if he can give you more painkillers. Be right back. (Tony)

-So.. What was the result?

-Uh.. you don't remember, kid?

-N—No...

-He.. ahm... was cleared of all charges.. I'm so sorry, Pete... I'm sorry..

-W—What? What!? How.. Why?

-I—I don't know, they said they didn't have enough proof to arrest him.

-We literally have his semen that was fucking inside of me!

-I know.. I know... I'm so sorry...

-What's going on? (Tony)

-I told him what happened..

-Oh... I'm so sorry.. I'm so sorry, son.

-I don't get it.. Did I say something wrong? You must think I enjoyed it now.

They both immediately went closer to him.

-No no no. Peter, we don't think that. We never will. We believe in you, 'kay? Nobody thinks that.. (Steve)

-But.. then.. Why wasn't he arrested? I told everything. I didn't drink, I didn't do anything!

-You're right.. You did nothing wrong, sweetie.. Nothing wrong and we don't blame you. We're very proud of you. We're gonna try again and we're gonna win. You're gonna win. I promise! (Tony)

-No way, I don't wanna go through that hell again. No!

-We don't have to discuss this today. It's alright. (Steve)

Tony lets out a disapproving sigh, but says nothing.

-Are you feeling alright? (Steve)

-Yep.. I'm fine.

-Good.. Good..

And there's more awkward silence.

-Dads?

-Yeah? (They both answer)

-I'm sorry.. you had to hear what happened.

-There's nothing to be sorry for. We're your parents and we deserved to know what happened. There's nothing to be embarrassed about either. (Steve says with a soft voice)

-Thanks kid, but don't worry, that's our job, 'kay?

-Fine.. thanks..

Tony kisses his forehead.

-When can we leave?

-The doctor said he was coming to talk to us soon.

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-So, doctor, when can Peter leave?

-Today, just after I check on him again.

He runs some more tests.

-Well, it seems everything is okay, are you in pain?

-My head hurts.

-Okay, I'll give you more painkillers. Take them from 6 to 6 hours, okay?

-Okay, thanks.

-You're welcome, boy. You can go home now.

-Thank you, doctor. (Tony shakes the man's hand)

-Thanks. (Steve)

*****

After a nice lunch, Peter takes a shower. And that's when shit happens.

He feels awful, looking at his body in the mirror is not an easy task. It is a constant reminder of what had happened, it is a constant reminder that the man was inside of him and left scars all over him. He takes the shower shaking a lot and crying. He really really hates himself.

After the shower, he puts his clothes and sits down on his bed.

He gets his blade he has carried for years in his backpack. He cuts his wrists since he was eleven years old. Tony and Steve have never found out and he pretends to remain this way. Thank God for his advanced metabolism.

So, he makes the deepest cuts all over his arm and body. He doesn't cry anymore, he deserves to feel pain.

It is bleeding a lot, but it's fine, it will heal in a moment, right?

But, it doesn't stop bleeding. He tries not to care, but he's scared. To prevent himself, he gets the two letters he wrote years ago for Steve and Tony. His suicidal letter.

Is he killing himself? This is it? Today? God, he's really gonna rest, he's really gonna die. He hopes his parents won't be so sad. God, what has he done?

Before he can think of anything else, the door opens to show a very terrified, concerned and sad looking Tony Stark.

-Peter!! PETER! NO! NO!!

He runs to him and grabs the blade from the kid's tight grip. Tony's hands are terribly shaking.

-Peter, what did you do? No no no no no! Peter....

He starts panicking, with no idea of what to do. His hands are covered in blood

Thankfully, Steve arrives at the scene, since he heard Tony's screams, just as scared as Tony.

-NO!! NO! Peter! Tony, my kid. MY KID! OH MY GOD!

Peter starts to pass out.

-NO NO NO! PETER! PETER! (Tony's throat is sore from screaming)

Steve just starts screaming even more.

-Steve, Steve! C'mon, we don't have time to go to the hospital. Call Bruce!

-Tony... Peter...

-Listen to me! We gotta save him! Call Bruce, hurry! Tell him to hurry! Stevie!

Steve nods and runs downstairs.

-Hold on, kid. God, please, don't take him from me, please take me instead! Don't take him.. Jesus Christ!

Tony falls on his knees.

-He's coming! Tony, he's coming! Let's take him to medbay, I'll carry him. C'mon, get up!

Steve carries the child and they all go to medbay.

END OF CHAPTER