"Oh, Tony..." | Ironstrange

Chapter 2

Peter's POV

Mr. Stark is kind of a difficult person to look after. I do care about him and I know ive been helping him for 2 years now but, he's just so... I dont even want to think it. I really do try to help Mr. Stark but he never lets me or gets mad when he has to. I also hate it when he leaves the service dog home and no matter how hard I convince him he just, doesnt, bring him.

I know Mr.Stark technically still has me around, but I am 16, I go to school, so I am not with him all day. It just, I want to help him so badly, but he's not taking the help.

After what had happened today though, at the coffee shop, who was that man? I've never heard the avengers or Mr.Stark talk about him either. Man I have so many questions about what happened today, who was that guy, and how in the world did he reverse time?

After a long walk back from the coffee shop we finally reached Mr.Stark's house. I looked up at him and was about to offer to open the door until he pulled out his keys and opened the door. I saw Sophie, Mr.Stark's german shepard service dog, sitting besides the door, probably worried sick about him. "Hey Sophie!" I smiled, gently patting her in the head.

She then carefully walked over to Mr. Stark and gently pat her paw on his leg. She was probably confused on why he didn't bring her out today, or the day before. Sophie whined a bit, but he didnt reply to her.

"Hey um... I think Sophie is wondering why you didn't bring her out today. She is your service dog."

"She's a dog, Peter. She probably doesnt care I didn't bring her. It's not like it was the first time I didn't bring Sophie out anyways." Mr.Stark quoted before throwing him self on the couch.

"Then why did you buy her then? She was $1200! Aren't you going to let her help you? She could have gone to someone else that needed her!"

"Okay, Peter."

I sighed. Why do I even bother. I know why! Because I really do care about Mr- Tony, and I can't just leave him on his own and I think he cares about me too. Well I think.

I was about to call it a night and go upstairs to the room Mr.Stark let me stay in until I just, got caught up in my  emotions and let something out, "Mr.Stark do you hate me?"

Then it was complete silence after that. Nothing. Not even Sophie made noise. I wouldn't think this question would be too hard to answer. Until I saw him stand up and and attempt to face me. "Peter, what?" He said in such a worried tone.

"I said... I said. Do you, think I'm annoying? Like would you rather it be you and Sophie and I go live with aunt May? It's fine if you say yes." I hesitated.

He looked at me completely shocked. Like I had just asked one of the most absurd question ever. "Peter-"

"I know I call you Mr.Stark a lot and you find it annoying. You find a lot of things I do annoying. I'm just trying to help, and it's especially hard when you don't bring Sophie out with us, because if you wont listen to me, you wont listen to a dog." I stated trying oh so hard not to just burst into tears.

"Awh, Peter." He scratched the back of his head and sighed. "It's just that. Being blind and having to rely on a 16 year old boy and a dog is... Just... I can't really explain it. Also being blind is stressful, always having to rely on someone. I almost handed 60 bucks for a 3 dollar coffee, then I almost go hit by a car and killed two people in a car accident. Just knowing if I hadn't have gotten into that car accident I still would have been independent,"

"But what about your PTSD and you chronic depression? That's not a good combination at all! PTSD and CD can lead to...you know... And as a 16 year old boy I just don't know how to handle if that happens or if I catch you in the act of attempting." I said, don't cry cry peter

"I just kinda wish you had someone so they could handle the situation better." I said. I wanted what I said here to be the last of it, anything I said or he says.

"Peter?" I heard him speak.

"Sir I don't want to hear it." I cried,

"Peter-"

"I said I don't want to hear it, Tony!" I hollered. Running up in my room, and slamming the door behind me.