This story includes topics like abuse, mentioned s*xual assult, self-harm, depression, anxiety, violence, and smoking. Be warned.
This is a story about Penny Parker aka Spider-girl. It includes irondad, slight Tony x Bruce (can be interpreted as fri...
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𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙩.
He looks at me with a confused yet saddened look. It's like he's observing me. Can he read my fears? The darkness in me? This is my worst nightmare coming true. Being weak. I'm crying for help, but only internally. I can't let people see me being fragile. Delicate. Easily broken. Nothing that I want to be preserved as. I'm hurt but I can't ask for his help. It will be the end of Spider-Girl. The hero. The one who needs nothing but her instincts to win a fight. I want to be that girl. But I'm not.
"Pen what the hell? Why did I receive a message from Karen saying you were hyperventilating and BLEEDING from patrol at 6 in the morning?"
Well. How can I even answer that?
He gives me the "you fucked up" look. I try to speak but my lips feel to heavy to move. I let out a grunt in pain. Suddenly his anger on his dialed down. He glared at me then to my hand holding on to my shoulder.
"Kid.. let me see it." He softly demands. He walks towards me and helps me sit up. I repeat the same word "ouch" over and over again.
"Come on. Let's head to the compound and get you cleaned up." I freeze. My dad would 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 me if he didn't see me leave for school.
"Uh.. thank you Mr. Stark but I have to pass on that one. I'll just bandage it up myself and go to school-"
"Penny you look like you got shot. I am not letting you "bandage it up". Silence.
"Oh my god Penny please don't tell me you got shot." He pleads.
"I'm alright don't worry Mr. Stark! I'm okay. I've been through worse." Our eyes meet and he looks heavily concerned. I look away. I hate pity.
He sighs. "Well at least let me do it for you. We can head to your house and I'll get the supplies in your bathroom and doctor you up. No offense but I trust myself with fixing your boo-boos more than you."
I let out a small laugh. "Alright then but you have to be quiet." I warn.
Confused, he replies, "Why's that?"
"I wouldn't want to wake my dad.." He gives me a puzzled look.
"Okay.. let's go." He carefully helps me up and picks me up even with me telling him it's not needed, and heads towards my apartment. We quietly enter and get to my room. He goes to my bathroom which is connected to my room and comes out with all the emergency supplies.
"Alright this will sting." He warns as he wipes off my bloody shoulder and disinfects the wound. I hiss but bite back my tongue to stop myself from whining till I taste metallic.
"You alright?" He asks sincerely.
"Yeah." I give a weak smile.
He looks at my skeptical but continues. Once he's finish, he tells me I need to be more careful or else I'll loose my suit again. Then he says something that shocks me.
"I can't have anything happen to you. I care about you. Weather you believe it or not."
A sense of warmness overwhelms me. He cares about me?
"Thanks Mr. Stark. Your one of the only ones who feel that way. And your the only adult I trust." I admit.
He smiles then his eyes clouded over.
"Only adult?"
Shit.
"Other than my dad.. of course." He furrows his brows. Apparently I'm not as good as an actress as I thought. Then we are both startled by the sound of stomping. Oh no.
"Mr. Stark you have to leave. My dads awake. I need to be ready for school." I blurt out.
"Alright Kid I'll see you after school today. Stay safe. No patrolling." He instructs.
"Uh huh. I promise."
He hear a door shut and I practically jump. He gives me a worried frown.
"Penny is everything okay?"
No.
"Yes I just really should be getting ready for school. Bye Mr Stark!" After one last strenuous look, he heads back to the compound.
I sigh. That was a close one. I put on an ordinary outfit and makeup. Looking in the mirror I don't like what I see. I'm too boring. I decide to do a different hairstyle. One with two different small braids in my straitened hair.
I send Mj a quick text that i'll be a little late and for her to not wait for me and go ahead to school.
Mj🤍: Alright babe. Is everything okay?
I reply with a yes and "i love you." I'm disappointed in myself for lying but I can't help it. They can't handle the truth. After I'm finished I leave my room. As I pass my living room. I see my father.
"Who were you talking to this morning?" He asks calmly. That can't be good.
"Oh just myself. I do that a lot" I fake laugh.
He begins to stand up and walk towards me. My legs feel like jello.
"Why do you always lie to me?"
"I'm-I'm not lying dad I promise."
"I know what you are." He grabs my face harshly. "You better not have been with that girl."
"What girl?" I play dumb.
"YOU KNOW WHO I'M TALKING ABOUT. YOU AND THAT F*GGOT." He spits out like acid.
Tears stroll down my cheeks.
"Don't start crying like a baby you bitch! God I'm so sick of you. Lucky your mom got out. She would be so disappointed." That hits me hard.
"You know, I bet your like this because of that baby sitter you had."
𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩. He knew. He knew what he did to me and didn't do anything? Oh god. I stumble backwards.
"You.. knew."
"You always try hiding stuff from me and I ALWAYS find out. I just honestly, don't care what he did to you. You always play the victim." He steps forward. "But your nothing but an attention seeking faggot."
Pain hits me hard. I open my eyes and realize it was my dad. He laughs as I hold my eye.
"Get your ass to school and stop your crying." With that he walks away, leaving the already bruised teen alone in her puddle of tears.
this shall get more interesting each chapter just give it faith :) word count: 1066
