I may have lied yeah. I'm a liar so sorry its angst
POV: Tony
Loki walks into the living room, no Peter, and immediately summons a book and starts reading.
"Where's the kid?" I asked, hiding my latest self-help book between the couch and the cushion.
"In his room. He... didn't want to be bothered. I may or may not have..." he trailed off, looking for words. It must be pretty bad. "Triggered a memory."
"You- what?" I asked, standing up. He sighed.
"I reminded him of someone. Something I said. I- he'll be okay if you leave him alone," he said, turning back to his book with a bit of finality, which I ignored.
"And how the heck do you know that?" I demanded. "Did he tell you he wanted to be alone, or did you just leave him there so you could ignore everyone else's problems to read some stupid spellbook?"
Loki closed his eyes the same way he did when he found a bug in his room.
"For one, it's not a spellbook. For another, I can and will ignore whatever problems I feel like, no matter whose they are or if they involve me or not. And by th-"
"No, you can't. Alright? The kid's my responsibility, which means I need to know what's wrong with him, and if this isn't a spellbook I'm giving you three hundred dollars," I said, snatching the book from his hand and flipping through to the title page. It's all beat up, wrinkled with water damage, barely readable smudged cursive forming some kind of note-
"Give that back," he interrupted panickedly, snapping it closed on my thumb before unsummoning it. "And he's not okay, he doesn't want company. He's dealing with enough already to try and keep up his reputation in front of the great Tony Stark."
"How do you know?" I asked, rubbing my thumb, still curious about the book.
"Because, I don't know, he told me to leave him alone?" he said, giving me a pained look. "The kid's been through enough."
"And who are you to decide what enough is? Just because you were adopted and couldn't conquer a realm-"
"I-"
"Some of us have actually done things we regret, okay? You didn't create Ultron-"
"You didn't either," he said icily. "Stop putting me below everyone else just because you won't believe a word I tell you-"
"Goodbye," I said, leaving the room. I hadn't even closed the door by the time he'd stopped me.
"Listen to me, Stark," he said sincerely. I'd heard his whole schpeel and was kinda done with it though. "You know what I'm going to say. What else do you want me to do?"
"I don't know, Reindeer Games, let me talk to the kid?"
"Tony, don't, he's-"
"Jarvis, Initiate the Peace and Quiet protocol-" I said, which Loki only had a moment to respond to before his bracelet has him against the wall being tasered. He glared at me, trying to shake his head, but I ignored him and left to find Peter.
I checked his room, which was empty, for some reason. I was beginning to suspect that maybe Loki hadn't even brought him home, until I saw the note on his desk.
Hey Mr. Stark, I'm doing Patrol on my own so I can help you out later today. I'll call if I need help! -Peter
Suspicious. Of course this could be either of them, it would be just like the kid to go try and stop something after not being able to help with the field trip thing.
"Hey Jarvis, can you find Peter? From his suit, not his phone," I asked, studying the handwriting.
"On it, sir-" he replied. "He appears to be on top of Midtown High."
"O-kay," I said. "Vital signs?"
"Vi-" he started, but stopped himself. "He's fine. No injuries, slightly increased heart rate."
"Probable causes of that?" I asked, looking under a couple papers.
"Stress, excitement, emotions in general," Jarvis replied. "Nothing too severe. He appears to be fine, sir."
"Would it be too much to go check on him?" I added slowly.
"It's up to you, sir," he said, avoiding the question. "I'd advise planning whatever you're going to do-"
"Say no more," I interrupted, leaving quickly.
The roof of Midtown high is flat and boring. Peter stands out, bright red, sitting on the edge looking at a tiny shard of field for some kind of sport. He turns around when he hears my thrusters, his eyes just a little bit red.
"Oh... Hey, Mr. Stark," he said, trying to smile. It didn't work.
"Hey, kid," I replied, not knowing what to do. I ended up sitting down next to him, mask down. "Are you... alright?"
"Yeah," he sniffed, letting go of his knees. "I'm okay."
He didn't give an explanation as to why he was alone over here instead doing Patrol like he said he'd be doing. I decided to ignore that and changed the subject.
"How are you liking your spidersuit?"
"It's great, Mr. Stark," he said, lighting up at least a little bit. "I think I got the hang of the new webs."
"Nice. Anything exciting happen yet?"
"I helped a lady's cat out of a tree and she got me a churro." he shrugged. "That was cool."
"Anything else?"
He shrugged. "Not really.
"Want to add some new kind of webs or something?"
"Maybe later," he said, standing up. "I have homework. Unless you think I should-"
"That's fine, kid. We don't want you falling behind in school." I stood up next to him. "Are you okay to go back now?"
"Yeah. I'm fine," he said. "Let's go."
He started swinging back to the tower and I followed him. I may or may not have been recording stats about his techniques, but hey, if he's going to be on the team someday...
I wondered how his aunt would feel about it if she knew. Of course, the kid made it clear he'd never tell her.
"Hey, Mr. Stark, could I 3-D print 457 plastic zebras?" he asked, nearly knocking me out of the sky falling in line next to me.
"It depends... why?" I countered, dodging a bit.
"Why not?" he said, and probably would've shrugged if he wasn't swinging through the air on webs less than three inches in diameter.
"Because... you'd have to keep them somewhere?" I pointed out, not mentioning how 457 plastic zebras is something I would definitely make on a sleep-deprived drunk night. Or a boring day without any projects.
"So... I can?" he asked, avoiding my unsaid question. I glanced at him sideways, looking for any signs of it being a trick.
"Why not?" I finally agreed, knowing I'll probably regret it later. "Heck, I'll help you if you want."
"Thanks, Mr. Stark," he said, probably smiling through his mask.
I did too. Only Peter Parker would ask to 3-D print 457 plastic zebras without a real reason.
Only Peter Parker would be sad about missing out on a HYDRA attack.
Well.
Maybe I would too.
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My fault (The true story of Ultron and a buncha chaos)
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