Terrible Twos Tony Stark

1. Deadbeat Tony

A/n: A significant portion of this story is being changed so please read, enjoy and get reintroduced to the twins!!
Aidens pov

Me and my twin brother, Zayden, stared blankly at the sight before us. Our friends t.v. was playing, showing Tony fucking Stark next to his pretend son, Peter Parker. "Why do you even care? I thought youd be happy to hear he has something to occupy himself with." Valerie hums as she rejoins us, a tray of our drinks in her dainty hands. "I just dont understand, is all. I thought he ignored us because he hated kids now he can't get closer to this little....little.." I hiss.

"Bitch?" Zayden finishes as he walks up to his girlfriend, plucking his drink off the tray with a short kiss.

"Mooch?" Angie hums out, glancing up from her nails. "Both answers are acceptable." I sigh. "Do you think he knows yet?" My twin glances as me over the rim of his cocktail. "Even if he doesn't know mom is dead I doubt it'd change much."

Our mother was laying in a pool of her own vomit and scattered pills, unmoving and I'm pretty sure she isn't breathing. "Fuck." Escapes my brothers mouth before we exchange glances and run to our mother's side. Zayden was whispering to her limp body as he checked for a pulse. I held her cold hand as I started dialing 911. "Hello sir, what is your emergency?" A calm feminine voice answered.

I take a calming breath before replying. "Me and my brother just got home from a friends house, to see our mom on the ground." I explain in a shakey voice. "Is there any signs of struggle or-" I quickly interrupt her. "No, I think she overdosed. There are pills everywhere and she was in a puddle of her vomit."

"Emergency is on their way. Does she have a pulse?"

I look over at Zayden and he frowned, shaking his head. "No."

I blink as a soft hand breaks me from my thoughts. "Are you okay?" Angie stares at me with soft brown eyes, her thumb rubbing my cheekbone gently. "Right as rain in spain." I grin at her as she presses my scotch into my hand.

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My twin and I stumble from our girlfriends mansion, using each other to support ourselves. It doesnt take us long to get to our car and (dont drink and drive) Zayden hops behind the wheel as I slide into the back seat.

We sit in silence for a few moments as he stars the car and we buckle ourselves in. "You think theres a chance he doesnt know moms dead?" Zayden murmers and I shrug. "Its improbable. I mean, we are his sons, he'd at least be forced to know so he could choose to take us or put us out."

"But if he doesnt know, do you think itd change anything for him to?"

"Zay, you sound like you think hes reliable or that we actually cross his mind." I slur out with a sigh.

"Is it so crazy to think your father will be there to love you?"

"If he's shown that he doesn't care, yes. If you have so much faith in the deadbeat, call him right now. Tell him we're drunk and we need a ride home so we dont die. Go ahead Zayden. Call our father." I snap, crossing my arms and raising an eyebrow.

"You know I cant." Zayden rolls his eyes as he finally starts driving.

"And why is that?"

"He's never given us a way to reach him."