Tony Stark x Peter Parker Imagines

Sometimes, its bad

    I dedicate this to Justine, who's been bugging me to update:3 enjoy!

    Peter had never felt this way before. He felt alone and empty and he didn't know what to do about it. He thought of everyone as his enemies even though they weren't.

He was done...With everything.

At precisely 2:14am, he climbed of bed and ate a snack before sneaking out the window, careful to not wake Aunt May. He felt it was his fault that everyone had died around him and he was sick of himself. He just wanted to be with them again.

He walked around the city, looking out for trouble, and really, just a tall building to try to take his mind off of things. After walking for what felt to him like ages, he soon found the tallest tower he could and scaled it. He never really understood how he was able do things like that, but he didn't complain.
The tower looked extremely fancy and high tech to him, but that didn't change anything. That tower was the Avengers Headquarters after all. Once he made it to the very top and over the guard rail that bordered the roof, he was out of breath and exhausted, mentally, and now, physically. He fell to the ground and hoped that he'd just fall off and be reunited with the people he'd lost. Uncle Ben, Gwen... It was his fault after all. But he just couldn't leave Aunt May behind. He felt sick to his stomach and couldn't stop pacing around.

A sob erupted from his delicate mouth and he didn't know how to stop it. He lied back with his feet dangling the edge in the cold breeze of 2 in the morning and cried. He didn't know how long it had been but he sensed someone approaching him and just accepted his fate. If he got killed in this moment, he'd be alright with that. He tried to quiet down and he sat up while looking back to see Tony Stark, but that scared him even more. He backed up and a good thing there were guard rails because otherwise, he'd have fallen over. He wanted a better way out. He quickly got back on his knees but broke into a fit of his tears again. He tried to hide it but it didn't do anything, as Mr. Stark made it to his side and dropped onto his own knees to comfort the boy. Peters shoulders were grabbed, in a kind manner, and he was turned to look at Mr. Stark.
    "Kid, you alright? It's almost 3!" He was questioned.
    Only sobs came out, and for some reason, Peter thought that if he balled up near Mr. Stark, something would magically happen and he'd be cured of his sobs.
    "No-no I'm not. I need to see them again. It was my fault. I did this to them...they died- I-I could've stopped them!" He yelled the last part, got up, and started for the edge, but he didn't make it far enough to even try to do anything. Tony had him in a tight embrace. He was glad he didn't make to to the edge.

    "No, no, no." He took a long breath and rubbed the boys back. "No, it's not your fault. I'm not letting you go back like this. You're staying with me for the night." He was worried for the boy and what might happen if he let him go, so he guided him carefully back inside to a spare guest room where he was to sleep for the remainder of the night.

"Why are you doing this for me?" Peter whispered. "Why do you care so much." He was sick of everything, even the man's kindness. He thought of what Aunt May had taught him to do when someone did something kind for him, and he thanked Mr. Stark anyways. "Thank you."
    "It's no problem, kid. What's your name by the way?"
    "Peter. You're Mr. Stark." He replied. His hand wouldn't stop shaking and his knuckles were bleeding a bit from what he was inflicting on them.
    "Please, Tony is alright...you've had a tough time, rest."

    Tony had walked out of his guest room, where Peter now was and he started for his room. He wasn't sure whether the boy would be ok or not so he brought his pillow outside the boys room and laid down.
He was tired, but he found himself worrying too much about the boy. He was so young and he could see the hurt in his eyes. He wanted to help Peter.

    As soon as Tony had walked out and he had heard footsteps going away, Peter brought his knees into his chest and started picking at his arms. Sobbing was one of the few things Peter did outside of school. He didn't care to have many friends and he didn't have a social status to keep up to. No one really noticed him, and he liked it that way.

    The sobs became more violent and he had to stifle it with the comforters in fear that he'd get in trouble for waking Mr. Stark up. He wasn't aware though, that in fact, Tony had been outside his room the whole time, listening to Peter sob.

    He heard the door click open, and he saw Mr. Stark in the doorway, looking at him crooked.
    Stark had heard enough to know the boy needed someone, so he went in.
    "Sometimes, it get bad. But then, it gets better." He smiled slightly and shut the door behind him. He made his way to the edge of the bed where Peter had resided himself on, and sat down. "It'll be ok, Peter. I'm right here. I won't let anything or anyone hurt you." He started humming softly.
    "Please stay. I don't feel like I can be alone." Peter whispered hurriedly while looking as though he'd fall asleep any moment.
    Tony just nodded, understanding the boy. "I'll be right by your side, kid. Won't let anything hurt you." He paused before saying a soft goodnight.

A/N: this ending sucks but hey! That's ok!
Uhhhhhh hi? It's been months hasn't it?
No excuses, I just wasn't feeling this book until this idea sprarked my mind. Idek..hope you guys are enjoying the summer or your last week of school or something (I still have a week left). Bye!!

Thanks for 11K, I'm really happy!

update: thanks for 13K!!!

Also, i feel like writing something similar to this but with Loki... who would be up for that??