Mr. Stark being a dad for Peter Parker one-shots

Broken mug

Broken mug - angsty fluff (hurt-comfort)

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3rd person POV

Tony was in his office, working at his desk, going over important files. Peter was there as well, since he had to stay the nights on the weekends; today was Friday.

When Tony picked up the kid this morning, he noticed something was off. He couldn't put his finger on it though, since it was so subtle.

But it did get more present throughout the day; the kid slowly and slowly getting quieter. Now you could just say that was on the day ending and changing too night, but he wasn't quiet just because everything else was. It was somehow, different.

He couldn't explain it but he could feel it; sense it.

And currently the kid was in the kitchen getting him coffee, since he so politely offered and Tony just couldn't refuse.

*ping crash cling ping shatter*

Tony perked his head up and looked past his computer at the loud noise which came from the kitchen "What was that? You okay Pete?" He called.

"Yes sir I'm fine! It was nothing!" He called back from the kitchen, panic in his body which he hoped didn't show in his voice.

But it did, and Tony raised his brow before standing up and heading too the door, mumbling "I swear to God this kid..."

Peter heard the door open and felt his hairs raise on the back of his neck, instantly he used his web to bring the broom which sat in the corner of the room zipping too his hand.

"Woah" Tony said too the mess of shattered glass and out of the corner of his eyes noticed how the kid physically tenced up.

Then he saw a particularly big chunk of the shattered glass, recognizing the pattern on it.

"Is that my favorite mug?" He asked, pointing too the ground which had glass covering every corner.

Favorite. The word rung in Peter's head. "Ye-yes sir, I'm sorry..."

"Please don't hate me..." he said quietly, not even realizing he said it until Mr. Stark raised a brow and said

"....What did you say?" A mound of concern in his tone.

"I'm sorry, it was an accident. I swear I didn't mean to brake the mug" he spat out quickly, nervousness shivering down his spine.

"Well obviously, but what did you say after that?"

"I-I didn't say anything"

Tony looked at him suspiciously, Peter feeling the eyes digging into his skull.

"Pete"

"..."

"Peter"

"..."

"Peter Parker"

He said and saw as the boy tenced with... fear

Peter had stopped in his tracks, eyes not daring to leave the floor, hands gripping the broom, knuckles turning white.

"You said "don't hate me" didn't you?"

"And "Please""

"..."

"Please don't hate me"

"Kid, why would you even think I could?" Tony asked, slight amusement in his voice until the kid didn't answer, sadness filling his silence.