IronDad One Shots // IronDad And SpiderSon

THE ORPHANAGE (p1)

Peter Parker was an orphan. It wasn't a secret, he had been alone since he was 5. When his parents died he was sent to live with his aunt and uncle, two brilliant people who the young boy idolised. Not long after his fifth birthday, his uncle died after getting caught in the cross fire of a bank robbery gone wrong. His aunt, May, was so distraught that she took her own life, her body was found in their bathtub.

So now Peter was utterly alone. He lived in an old, run down and poorly funded orphanage with seven other kids, no older than twelve and no younger than seven. It was a place that Peter could confidentially day he hated, the main reason why was because of the abusive matron. Peter was old enough to know that hitting little kids for spilling a cup of water or locking others in the small basement while rejecting their pleas for food was illegal but he also knew he couldn't report it. He cared deeply for the children and he worried that if the orphanage was shut down, he couldn't guarantee a safer, cleaner environment for the children or that they would all be together, those kids needed him.

So he absentmindedly trudged from school back to the place he was forced to call Home. Once he walked through the door, he was met with the concerned face of Ralhy, a short Indian girl with a long braid (that Peter helped her with every morning).

"Peter," she spoke, not quietly. I knelt down to be level with her, but I was practically sitting on the floor. "Mandy was put in the basement as soon as you left. We managed to sneak her a Mars bar and a Capri Sun but Matron wouldn't let us give her anything else."

"Is matron still there?" I asked, knowing that I could get her out if the door was unguarded. She shook her head, reminded me that it was Friday, so she would be down by the horses, betting away the money that should have been spent on food. Ralhy took my hand in hers and we sped walked to the basement doors. The other kids were there, hands all on the door and making sure that their presence was known.

"Mandy it's me, Lotus. Peters here and he's gonna get you out, kay?" The little boy told her.

It took us no time at all to pile hidden cinder blocks on top of each other for me to climb, in order to reach the shiny silver key from the ceiling. We rushed to get the door opened and had a collective group hug when the tear stained twelve year old emerged from the dark.

"Anyone hungry?" I asked after a while, and began taking out ingredients from my backpack. Food such as pre made pizza, just put that shit in the oven for fifteen minutes. I brought out salads for the vegetarians and a happy meal for Mandy, small nuggets and fries with an orange drink, a special treat for her since she didn't have anything to eat besides a small bar of chocolate.

Our eradic meals were cut short when we heard the doorbell ring. I wiped off my greased hands on my pants and headed to the door, to say I was shocked to see TONY STARK at the door was an understatement.

"Hey there kid. I'm looking for a Peter Parker, he lives here apparently. Know him?" He asked as soon as the door was opened no bigger than three centimetres. I nodded but tilted my head. I wasn't going to let some stranger know my name, especially if they knew my address before my face, even if it's Iron Man.

"Judging from the height, body stance, facial expression and the way you're freaking built, I'll safely say you must be him, Peter. Nice to meet ya, I'm Tony." Before I could do anything else, he walked past me and into the building.

"Man, this place looks like it hasn't seen a lick of paint in twenty years." He raised his eyebrows at the peeling paint and scoffed at the dull and boring colors of the walls.

"Okay first of all," I began, my voice quiet as to not alert the children in the next room. "You're trespassing. That's illegal. Secondly, how do you know my name, or more importantly how do you know where I live and thirdly, what do you want from me?" My confidence slightly surprised myself.

"All questions will be answered later, but I wanna speak to the lady who owns this dump, where can I find her?" As I was about to answer, Mandy peeked around from the room, holding several fries in her hand and looked up at the older man.

"She's with the horses. Peter says she's better off there. He says that she should stay there forever because he does a wayyy better job at taking care of us than she does." I laughed nervously, worried that Tony Stark would listen to her. I motioned for Mandy to stop talking but she either didn't see me or ignored me.

"Peter says that matron has no right to spend the important money on horsies instead of clothes and food for us. He doesn't like his job but he gets food for us, see?" She waved her fries in front of Tony's face, who had bent lower to be closer to the kid. "Peter says it's important for us to go to school and gets angry when matron hits us-"

"Okay, that's enough Mandy! Go sit down and eat your food with the others and don't get up unless it's important. And I don't want to see any leftovers." I turned her by the shoulders and gave her a gentle push in the direction of the kitchen. I wiped my brow and let out a sigh before turning back to the billionaire.

"Okay so I don't know how much of that was true, but I'm calling child services."