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18- Please stop

3rd person pov

Voices filled a large, chique room. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, lighting the expensive enterior. Standing tables spread across the room were busied by people in formal suits and dresses.

Among those people, the host of the event strodded through the crowd. His watch reflected the warm light into everyone's eyes, his hair sat on his head, messy but neat, a few strands falling over a colored pair of sunglasses.

His expensive black shoes made annoying noises on the polished wood floor and his blue suit matched with the night sky that could be seen outside of the large windows.

Tony Stark stepped up to the bar, chosing the cleanest chair to sit in as he told the bartender what he wanted.

He spun the stool around, leaning against the bar with his elbows and watching the guests over his glasses. A man clad in a simple black suit sat beside the billionaire, ordering the same and then taking the same pose as Stark.

Tony got the hint that the man wanted to start a conversation, but didn't say anything.

"Stark. Great party you hosted here." The man's voice was deep, laced with a hint of humor.

"Yeah... Who are you again?" Tony said, turning his head to the stranger cockily. "How rude of me, George Bund, pleasure to meet you."

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Earlier

"So it's just going to make him see things that aren't there? What's the point of that, exactly?" Bund's voice was questioning and slightly echoed in the damp warehouse.

"He will get aggressive, people will see, his reputation will plummet and we can take advantage of that. Just do it."

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Present time

As soon as Tony had taken a sip of his drink, he knew something was wrong. Bund had been okay so far, and he eventually convinced Tony to drink a few shots with him and talk. That's when Tony started to get suspicious.

Tony's suspicions were confirmed when George had said a quick 'try to get out of this one.' And left.

Tony had frowned, and then the ache started. It spread through his body, but before he could even yell for security, it was gone. Everything was.

The room had dissapeared, and Tony immediately panicked. He couldn't lose control in front of all these people. So, Tony fought of the drug as best as he could, but he had to keep in screams when creatures he can't even describe flung towards him.

Finally having made it to the elevator, Tony gave in, exhausted. But when the illusions started, adrenaline kicked in.

The elevator doors opened at the Avenger's floor. Tony almost fell out, drool spilling over his fancy carpet and suit.

...

When Peter heard the loud bangs in the living room, he made his way there to check it out. Almost immediately, a drugged Tony Stark flew at him.

Peter was pushed to the ground, caught by surprise. "S-Sir?" He stuttered out, but Tony ignored him, drugs making Peter's face morph into a horrible creature wich looked just a little too much like ultron.

Peter desperately tried to push Tony off without hurting his mentor when the man started punching Peter in rage.

"Sir! Please stop!" Peter managed to yell before he was knocked out cold. He knew he could've easily pushed Tony off, but Peter was afraid about hurting him.

Stark took notice of the ultron like beast being defeated and he got of the body, slowly letting the adreline sink away as he fought more creatures. Eventually, the billionaire sank down, closing his eyes as slimy, bloody disgusting creatures started crowding him.

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Tony woke up not too much time later. Around 87 minutes. Tony took in the sight of the room and himself.

His suit was wrinkled and covered in some blood spatters, but Tony himself wasn't bleeding. There was dried drool on his chin. Multiple expensive vases, plantpots and decoir were destroyed.

That was when Tony noticed the limp body sprawled out on the floor. The figure was clad in grey sweatpants and a loose t-shirt with an arc reactor drawn on it. The boy's face was so bruised Tony almost didn't recognize him, but he did, of course.

Tony immediatly called some assistants to set the med bay up as he furiously balled his hands into fists, knuckled turning wite.

Whoever beat the kid up, was paying.

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Time almost seemed to slow down as Tony watched the security footage. He did it- Tony closed his eyes and dragged his hands across his face, distressed. Peter's cries for him to stop were ripping the last pieces of Tony's heart out.

He cold-heartedly beat the kid up. Tony knew Peter could've easily pushed him off, and he almost got angry at Peter for not fighting back. But this was serious. He had physically abused the teen he was responsible for, only because he wasn't carefull one night. It was unacceptable, disgusting.

Tony shut the hologram down, his hand brushing through his hair in regret and anxiety. Would Peter forgive him? 'Of course he would.' Tony thought. Maybe that was part of the problem, maybe Peter shouldn't forgive him. Tony was a terrible mentor, maybe he should just stay away from the kid.

Tony's train of negative thoughts were rudely interrupted when Friday spoke. "Boss, it seems that Underoos has woken up." 

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Tony pushed the door open, the strong scent of medical scents hitting him. He saw Peter in a spotless hospital bed, his face not so spotless.

A big black eye sat around the teen's eye and one of his cheekbones was green yellow-ish bruised and an open lip to top it off. Overall, the kid looked terrible, wich made Tony want to commit suicide even more. (jk.) (Or not?) 

"Mr. Stark! Are you okay?" Tony almost rolled his eyes, but his heart chose to melt instead. Woah. Since when did it do that? Is that normal? It didn't feel normal.

"Kid- I'm so sorry, I should've- I- Jesus, Pete, I-" Since when did he stutter? This kid is making him old.

"Mr. Stark, it's okay. Accidents happen, you were drugged, I know you wouldn't normally do that." Peter looked up at Tony, but he avoided Peter's gaze. "Kid, that's no excuse for what I've done, It's the same as a parent drinking too much and hitting their child, it's abuse-"

"It's not. You were drugged, and I say I forgive you. Can we just please.. Hug or something? Watch a movie?" Peter's voice softened at the end, and so did Tony. How could he say no to those eyes?

"Sure, kid."

A slight smile appeared on Tony's lips, and Peter's grin widened.

"Yay!"

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I present to you. Angst. Guilt. Fluff. ALL IN ONEEE! Idk if those 3 sentences fluff can be even counted as fluff but okie dokie.