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2. you're not fine

" I don't care what you think, I care about you."

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"Peter, I would like to know why the only reason I knew you were homeless was because a teenager called me from your mask. Now." Tony was furious to say the least, but was able to hold back until the two made it to Avengers Tower, which Tony ended up buying back after the crash, but that's besides the point. Tony Stark needed answers, and he was gonna get them, whether Peter liked it or not.

"I- uh..." Peter didn't really have a reason, the truth was he never thought of calling Tony. However, when Jackson brought it up the first time, he knew he didn't want to bother him, and so, he went with that truth. "I didn't want to bother you." Peter could feel himself shrink under the mans gaze, only awaiting the pain to hit. He looked down to his feet as he sat on the couch in the penthouse at the top of Avengers tower, genuinely wondering if he should be scared.

"Peter," Tony sighed, "You could never bother me by letting me know you need help." Peter looked up at Tony, shock evident on his face.

"I-" Peter stumbled on his words, "I just thought-"

"I don't care what you think, I care about you," Tony cut him off, "and I would never be able to live with myself if somebody I cared about slept on the streets for more than one night without my knowledge." Peter stiffened, starting to wonder if the myth of standing still in front of a T-Rex was true. And if Anthony Stark was a T-Rex.

Peter mumbled, "About that..." under his breath, however, Tony heard it. Peter's eyes found themselves staring at his spandex covered feet, ignoring Tony's burning stares.

Tony felt as if his breath was taken away for a solid minute. When he regained his ability to speak, , "How many days, Peter?" Peter continued to stare at his feet, his back becoming more and more slouched over time. "I'm talking to you, Peter. How. Many. Days?" Peter sighed, looking up at Tony for a moment as he mumbled under his breath, looking back down the moment he finished. "Louder, Peter." Peter did the same as before, staring at Tony for a moment and mumbling the amount a bit louder, staring at the ground again. "Peter Benjamin Parker, you tell me right now or you're grounded!"

Peter stared up at Tony, "What does it matter to you? You can't ground me anyway, why should I tell you?" Tony opened his mouth to speak, soon to be interrupted by the sound of an elevator ding. The two looked over to see a woman walk through the elevator door, a pencil skirt, white collar shirt, and tan sweater adorning her figure. Her dirty blonde hair was put half up, half down, a pair of glasses sitting on her nose. Her black heels made a distinct noise with every step she took, a cardboard cup holder in her left hand and a tablet in her right.

"Mr. Stark, here's your venti caramel macchiato, three extra pumps of espresso of course," The woman gave Tony his large Starbucks drink, taking hold of another, "Spider-Man, since I was given no specific request, I simply got you a vanilla bean Frappuccino, venti sized with a few cake pops on the side." Peter was given the drink with a few small bags, hurriedly taking one of the pops and devouring it in seconds.

"F'ank you" Peter spoke with his mouth full, a few crumbs falling to the floor.

"Thank you, Kennedy," Tony spoke, "Can you clear my schedule for the day?"

"Already done, as well as the room you requested to be prepared is nearly finished," Kennedy responded, smiling as she spoke, "All we need is for Mr. Spider-Man here to pick out his mattress and any other things he doesn't have that are necessary." Peter's eyes widened, nearly choking on his second cake pop.

Peter coughed hard and took a quick sip of his Frappuccino, clearing his throat so he could respond, "You're taking me in?"

"Of course, Peter," Tony replied, Kennedy typing on her tablet. "What kind of mentor would I be if I left you on the streets?"

Peter scratched his neck, a bad habit he had appearing, "I sorta thought you'd just put me in an orphanage," He smiled nervously, still scratching the back of his neck, "Or foster care. I didn't really think you'd want me living with you."

Tony sighed, feeling as if he did not want to explain this now, "Kennedy," She looked up from her tablet, paying close attention to his every word, "If you wouldn't mind, could you please take Peter out to shop for things he'll need? Most likely his mattress, some new clothing, and different types of foods he likes."

Kennedy smiled, "I'd be happy to, sir," She began to walk back to the elevator, turning around after she pressed the button for down, "I'll go get my purse, along with an outfit Peter can wear out." Peter looked down to his current attire, his Spider-Man suit. He didn't have any other clothes on him, as well as he had no clue what could have happened to his belongings behind the dumpster.

Tony replied, "Thank you, Kennedy." She turned back, giving back a quick 'no problem' before entering the elevator when it arrived. He turned back to Peter, "Your room will hopefully be ready by tonight, alright?" Peter nodded, slightly in shock at it all. "While you wait for Ms. Holt to come back, feel free to watch some TV," Tony tossed the remote to Peter, the teen grabbing it midair, "I'll be in my lab if you need me."

With that, Tony walked away, leaving Peter alone in the large penthouse living room with nothing but a full kitchen, a ginormous TV, and a TV remote. Peter quickly looked around, then at the remote in his hand, a smirk quickly finding its way to his lips. This was gonna be a fun day.

This story is officially on Fanfiction.net! It's under the Movies category with the Avengers fanfics. It's not a crossover story, and there are no photos at all. Feel free to check it out if you want. Also, updates will probably be a bit slower than they were before and I apologize for that. I hope you can still find joy in reading this <3