Like Father Like Son | Irondad + Spiderson

argue

quick a/n, thanks so much for all the reads!! i really appreciate it and i love u guys! also, i'm so sorry for all the angst sdjkjskl there'll be some more angst but i promise for fluff in the near future! anyways on with the story

also idk who lives at the avengers hq so just go with it

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Tony dropped off Steve Rogers and Stephen Strange at the Avengers Headquarters, and then returned home with Peter. As soon as they arrived, Peter ran upstairs to finish his fries that he had somehow not already eaten. Meanwhile, Tony was chatting with Pepper, who had just gotten home from grocery shopping.

"Pep, we need to talk."

Peter overheard the conversation. He sat outside his door, listening to what was happening downstairs as he chewed on a few cold fries.

"About?"

"Well..."

Tony stopped. Pepper was putting groceries away, put suddenly stopped as well, walking over to Tony. "What is it?"

"I don't think this is going to work out."

"Wh-what do you mean? What's not going to work out?"

"...Us."

Peter's eyes widened. He had no idea what Tony was talking about. He thought Tony and Pepper were perfect together, he loved both of them. The teen never noticed the relationship that Steve and Tony shared, he only thought of them as friends.

Peter flinched at the abrupt shouts from Pepper. The calm conversation had turned into yells and verbal fighting. Peter clenched the box of fries in his hand, trying to steady his breathing. He went back into his room, trying to shut out the arguing. The teen slammed the door shut, throwing away the fries and bouncing on his bed. Loud shouts could still be heard, and his eyes stung with tears. Usually, there would be the soft sound of T.V. at this moment. Tony would be convincing Pepper to sit on his lap, and the sound of laughter would fill the air downstairs. Peter missed that calming sound.

Peter immediately grabbed his phone, texting Ned.

[Peter: ned]

[Ned: Sup dude]

[Peter: can i come over]

[Ned: Sure, now?]

[Peter: please]

[Ned: Okay]

[Ned: My mom is ordering chinese food]

The young teen slightly smiled, grateful to have a best friend like Ned. He opened his window, quietly crawling outside and clenching his book-bag. Peter took a deep breath of fresh air, rubbing his eyes and getting up to walk to Ned's house.

"Hey Pete!" Ned grinned, letting Peter into his house and upstairs into his bedroom. Ned's smile faded when he saw Peter's tear stained cheeks and red eyes. The boy had been thinking about what had happened previously the whole way to Ned's house, and couldn't help but cry.

He broke down into tears on Ned's bed, sniffling quietly.

"Hey, dude, what's wrong?" Ned asked in a quieter voice.

"I'm sorry, I just-" Peter wiped his eyes quickly, taking deep breaths. "Mr. Stark a-and Ms. Potts were, um, f-fighting, and I-I... I think they might break up."

"Aw, dude I'm sorry!" Ned frowned. He awkwardly hugged his friend, letting him cry. The boys stayed silent for a while except for sniffles and quiet whimpers from Peter. It had seemed like an eternity until the doorbell rang. A while later, Ned's mom brought up food for the boys.

"Sweet, thanks mom!"

"Thank you, Mrs. Leeds."

"No problem, boys. Have fun, you two!"

With that, Ned's mother left the room, and the teens began to chow down boxes of food.

"How do you eat so fast?" Ned asked Peter, who seemed to have forgotten about his previous crying.

"Practice." Peter responded, his voice muffled from the food.

Soon after that, the teens had fallen asleep, Peter resting on Ned's shoulder, Star Wars playing on the television, and boxes of food scattered across the bed.

"Nnnnhggh.." Peter groaned, waking up. He outstretched his arms, accidentally hitting Ned in the face. Ned had been up for about an hour as this point, and was playing Mario Kart. 

"Dangit!" Ned exclaimed.

"What-" Peter rubbed his eyes, catching a glimpse of the T.V. "Dude, what time is it?"

"Hold on."

Peter sighed, checking his phone.

He cursed loudly.

"Oh my God, Mr. Stark's going to kill me! It's 9 A.M!"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"My curfew is 12 A.M., Ned."

"Oh. Yeah.. you should leave."

Peter felt his heart rate quicken. The teen took deep breaths, grabbing his book bag and phone. "Thanks for letting me sleep over."

"Anytime."

Peter crawled out of the window to Ned's bedroom, sprinting down the sidewalk. Sweat droplets slipped down his forehead as he ran, his heart pounding nearly out of his chest. "Oh God oh God oh God," He repeated under his breath, terrified as to what Tony would do to him when he arrived home.

He climbed back in the window to his own bedroom, faced by an anxious Tony Stark, pacing around his room. Peter's eyes widened as he saw Tony.

"Well," Tony started angrily. "You finally decided to come home?"

"M-Mr. Stark, I'm sorry." Peter quietly mumbled, although he knew it would get him nowhere. 

"Where the hell were you?" Tony snapped, causing the teen to flinch.

"I-I'm sorry I was at Ned's house and-"

"When's your curfew?"

"T-Twelve A.M., sir."

"What time is it now?"

"N-Nine A.M., sir."

"Do you wanna tell me why-"

"Mr. Stark, I-I'm so sorry, I-I just heard all the f-fighting, and I-I guess I couldn't take it s-so I went to N-Ned's house and then I-I fell asleep-"

Tony's furious expression dropped, and he frowned pitifully. He felt slightly guilty for having caused this. "Hey, shh. You should've just told me you were leaving, or texted me." 

"I'm sorry Mr. Stark-"

"Kid. Stop apologizing. Listen- you're gonna be grounded for a week, but this is your fault. You shouldn't scare me like this again."

Peter didn't bother to argue, as he knew what he did was wrong. The teen simply nodded, wiping his eyes.

"So, I guess you know what's up with me and Pepper." Tony stuffed his hand in his pocket. Peter nodded, biting his lip.

"I'm sorry, kid, it's just not working out. You and me are gonna be moving out next week."

Peter immediately perked his head up at these words. He didn't want to move away from Pepper, and he loved this house. "Uh- where are we moving?"

"It's a surprise." Tony smirked. He pat Peter on the shoulder, looking down at the teen. "Just relax for now, it's been a hard few days for you. I'll check on you later, you better not sneak out."

Peter slightly smiled at this remark. "Okay, d- Mr. Stark."

And with that, Tony left, and Peter fell asleep again.

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seriously what even is this