Peter Parker one shots (✨edited✨)

"There just words, I'm okay."

Do you know how much fucking Peter x Tony bullshit I had to go though to try find a picture for this chapter???

Someone hold my hand while I cry.

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Peter kept his head down as he stepped into the elevator, he still had a few stray tears running down his face and the boy desperately tried to stop crying but he just couldn't.

He wasn't just hurt physically, no. Even though it hurt to move, hurt to lean against the wall of the elevator for support, there was a much more painful feeling deep down inside him, and that itself was making him want to cry more than anything.

He had told Happy that he was going to walk to the tower instead today, he didn't want anyone to see him like this.

"Hello Peter." Friday spoke to him as the elevator doors closed, "Peter you seem distressed, you have a fractured rib and a broken wrist, including mass bruising. Would you like me to inform someone?" Fridays voice was always gentle for an A.I, it made Peter feel like it was a genuine person concerned for him.

"It's okay Friday, I just want to go to my room." Peter sighed, thankful that she didn't ask anymore questions and started to move the elevator instead, he kept his hood pulled tightly over his face hiding what laid beneath it.

When the elevator opened Peter stepped out, ducking his head down quickly when he noticed Tony sat at the kitchen counter drinking a coffee, the man had looked up when he heard the elevator open.

"Hey kid," Tony called taking a sip of his coffee, he eyed the teenager up and down as Peter dragged himself into the common room, Peter muttered a small hello, trying to walk past but Tony quickly noticed the limp he had.

"You alright kid?" Tony said placing his coffee down on the counter, stepping up from his chair as he tried to examine the boy more. "Yeh Mister Stark, just tired." Peter shrugged continuing to walk away but Tony called him back.

Peter closed his eyes, breathing out heavily through his nose, he knew what was about to happen, there was only so much he could say to try and convince Tony he was fine and it would only take one glimpse of his face to know he was not.

"You're limping Peter," Tony stated walking over to the young boy, moving to stand in front of him. Peter kept his head down his hands curling around his bag straps, he could feel his nose burn. He just wanted to go to his room, cry and then shower.

"Yeh, I just tripped. I'm okay," Peter spoke trying to step around Tony but the man moved as well, blocking his path. "Look at me." Tony's voice was stern and Peter wished he had just kept walking.

The boy shook his head, taking a step back, his body was hurting and he just wanted to leave, he tried to walk around Tony again but this time the man grabbed his shoulder and Peter winced in pain.

"Tony please let go." Peter begged, and it was then that Tony noticed the tears gathering on the boys chin, he loosened his grip, gradually lifting his hand to grab Peters hood and this time Peter didn't pull away.

Peter had his eyes shut tightly when Tony pulled the hood down and the billionaires eyes grew wide when he finally looked at the damage done to the teenager

The word 'FAGGOT' was written on Peters forehead in bold black permanent marker.

The ink was smudged as if Peter had tried to wipe it off and the attempt of more words were drawn over his cheek. Peters eyes stayed closed while Tony examined his face, the older man moving his chin to look at the dark bruising across his jaw bone.