Tony Stark x Peter Parker Imagines

Workshop

A/N: I should let you know that this is a mess...lots of shit goes on...enjoy

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    It was almost midnight and Peter couldn't sleep. He tried counting sheep, walking little laps around his room, and he also brought his pillow to the other end of the bed and tried sleeping the opposite way...he just couldn't. He took a deep breath and settled on the thought of warm milk. He didn't bother to cover his scars and fresh cuts as it was nearing midnight, and no one reasonable would be up...well, him being the exception.

So when he made it to the stark towers kitchen, his focus went directly to the fridge, which held the milk he'd need so he hadn't realized there was another person in the kitchen. When he looked through the contents of the fridge, he couldn't seem to find the milk. He hesitated before asking Jarvis to remind Ms. Potts to get more milk in the morning, and headed back to his room.

    Before he managed to step out of the kitchen with both feet, he heard someone behind him speak.
    "Peter, if you can't sleep, come down to the workshop in the basement with me. I need some help on the finishing touches of the suit."
    He jumped and turned around, still not able to see the figure but soon recognized the voice as that of Tony's and he calmed down a bit. "Sure Mr. Stark. I'll be down there in a few, just gotta go to the bathroom," he said as calm as he in his current state could, and began his way to his room feeling anything but calm. He needed to change into something that'd cover his arms quickly and without suspicion.
    "Sure thing, kid. I'll be waiting," and with that, Mr. Stark made his way to the elevator to take himself down to his workshop.

Peter made it to his room in record time and he began searching for something appropriate and comfortable to wear.

Happy with himself when he looked in the mirror to see himself in his uncle Bens sweater, he went straight to the basement by the elevator.

    When he made it down to where he was told to go, he was taken aback by the sight of Tony pacing around in his workshop. He looked stressed and conflicted with something. The younger boy was lost in his trance until Tony knocked on the glass from his side, motioning for the boy to enter. He just nodded.

    "So what do no need me to he-"
    "You changed-into a sweater, are you cold?" Tony interrupted, focusing into peters eyes. "Are you fine-"
"I'm fine. Now what did you say you needed help on?" Peter abruptly spoke so as to change where the conversation was going.
"Uh-right. Grab the arc reactor from the table over there," he said pointing to a glowing orb on his worktable, "and bring it to me."
Peter moved from his position by the door to the arc reactor and brought it to the other side of the workshop where Mr. Stark was working on improvements on his suit. This went on for god knows how long, probably an hour, until Peter spoke, "hey, I think I'm going to head back to sleep now. Anything else I can do quickly before I sleep?"
    "Yes, actually," Mr. Stark said, dramatically pausing while moving towards Peters side of his workshop. "Tell me if you're really fine. And take off that sweater will you? No ones here to judge you." He said, almost shocked in himself at how kind he was acting to the kid.
   "U-uh-I think I-I'm going to g-go now Mr. S-stark," Peter quickly said, avoiding the mans gaze, as he walked towards the door that led out to the rest of the headquarters.
    "Stay a minute," Tony was thinking hard about what to say, trying to keep Peter in his workshop. "Just—just come to me whenever you have urges, or somethings bothering you...just, know that I care, please."
    He was about to say that the man was crazy for thinking Peter did do what he just implied he—well, he did, but Mr. Stark can't know. The emotions that went trough Peter in that moment became too much to handle and he tried to make it out before he broke but couldn't. He fell to his knees and his breathing became unbearable. Tony instantly recognized this as a panic attack, almost too familiar to him, and went to Peters side as fast and as gently as you'd be able to in these situations.
    "Come on. Deep breaths Peter! You can do this," he whispered kind saying of encouragement to the panicking boy. "Peter, look at me," He added sternly, moving to find Peters gaze. "Name five things you see."
"I see you—" he took a deep breath trying to inhale all the air he could, " your workshop, the l-lights, the ceiling, and— and your arc r-reactor." Peter stuttered out.
"Good. Now what are four things you can feel?" Gripping his shoulders to help him keep his focus.
"I can f-feel the cold floor, your hands, m-my hair, and my shirt," fidgeting with the hem of it as he spoke.
"What are the three things you can hear, Peter?" Tony whispered, not breaking eye contact.
    "I—I can't-," he really tried his best to hold it in until he was alone back in his room, he didn't want Mr. Stark to think even more badly about him than he thought he already did.
    "C'mon, Pete. Stay strong. C'mon, deep breaths, Peter, deep breaths." Tony was prepare to give another little talk of encouragement to the boy, who clearly was struggling to catch his own breath. "Peter, I know this is hard, and this is tough to get a grip on, but you're even tougher, you can do this, that's why you're here, as an Avenger."
This got Peter grounded rather quickly. His sobs turned into whimpers, and his vigorous shaking just became slight fidgeting. He went to wipe his eyes, both out of fatigue, and as an effort to try to rid of any evidence of him crying. His sleeve slid down his frail arms as he did though, and a few old scars were revealed to tony who was ultimately shocked and tried to put on a poker face before Peter opened his eyes again.

(I heck'n told you this was all over the place.)

    "Pete. You gotta stay calm, kid. Is there anything else that I should know about. I don't want to find out myself later," tony truthfully spoke while trying to maintain eye contact with the shaking boy, trying not to shake himself.
"No." A part of him died right then and there. He really wanted someone to help and he wanted the pain to stop. If anything, Mr. Stark would've been the perfect person to go to for help with his problems. He could simply build and discover new technology for Peter to live more happily. But another part desperately wanted Mr. Stark to forget anything even happened tonight, and wanted to disappear. He thought he deserved it. He thought he could handle the pain and pressure all by himself. Stupid boy.
"The truth, Peter," he paused, looking for the right words to say, "I don't want to make the same mistakes my father did when I was going through this. You can open up to me and I'll help with as much as I can." He tried looking into the eyes of the boy, but they were slowly closing to rest, and so the man soothingly said goodnight, and brought the kid onto the couch in the workshop to keep an eye on while he finished his new additions for the suit. He would just have to wait till the next day to talk to Peter.

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A/N: do you want a second part this? Did this even make sense to you guys??

Also, thanks so much for reaching over 15k!!