MARVEL • THE INFINITY WITCH (PETER PARKER X OC)

Then You Shouldn't Have It..

"Previously on Peter Screws the Pooch: I tell you to stay away from this. Instead, you hacked a multimillion-dollar suit so you could sneak around behind my back doing the one thing I told you not to do." Tony says hovering with his suit, Stas behind him.

"Is everyone okay?" Peter asks facing away from the father and daughter

"No thanks to you." Tony tells him

"No thanks to me?" Angered, Peter jumps off the edge and approaches Tony. "Those weapons were out there, and I tried to tell you about it. But you didn't listen. None of this would've happened if you had just listened to me. If you even cared, you'd actually be here." The Iron Man suit opens, revealing Tony inside. He steps down from the suit and marches toward Peter, who backs off.

"I did listen, kid. Who do you think called the FBI, huh? Do you know that I was the only one who believed in you? Everyone else said I was crazy to recruit a 14-year-old kid."

"I'm fifteen."

"No, this is where you zip it, all right? The adult is talking. What if somebody had died tonight? Different story, right? 'Cause that's on you. And if you died, I feel like that's on me. I don't need that on my conscience." Tony snaps

"Yes, sir." Peter mutters

"Yes."

"I, I'm sorry."

"Sorry doesn't cut it."

"I understand. I just wanted to be like you."

"And I wanted you to be better. Okay, it's not working out. I'm gonna need the suit back." Stas eyes widen.

"For how long?"

"Forever." Peter shakes his head with a shocked expression. "Yeah. Yeah, that's how it works."

"No, no, no... Please, please, please..." Peter begs

"Let's have it." Tony says

"You don't understand. Please. This is all I have. I'm nothing without this suit."

"If you're nothing without this suit, then you shouldn't have it. Okay? God, I sound like my dad."

"I don't have any other clothes."

"Okay, we'll sort that out."

"Peter." Stas sighs as she lowers. Tony leaves the two.

"I'm sorry Stas. I tried. I really tried." He said sadly. Stas walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He held her waist back tightly and quietly cried into her shoulder.

"It's okay Peter." She whispered running her fingers through his hair to calm him. "You're okay." He pulled away from her shoulder but kept his hands on her waist looking into her eyes. He leaned in kissing her as she placed a hand on his cheek, kissing him back.

"I'm sorry." He muttered in between the kiss

"You have nothing to be sorry for." Stas told him "He'll come around."