A Beautiful Thing (Spideychelle) UNDER EDITING

May finds out

A/N: Hey, I really like this chapter and we reached 1k reads which is like wgrdgrdfgtrf. Thanks for sticking around and I'm sorry my writing has been getting sloppy just things are going on now so I'm writing when tired. This chapter is mainly speech to move the plot on a bit- sorry :(. For those wondering, I don't tend to write from Tony's POV unless the story really calls for it like this as I find he is a way too complex character that I am unable to fully portray in my 'mediocre' writing so yeah. Criticism and reviews are always welcome. Oh also follow: sebby_stan_is_mine on insta!

Michelle POV

At break, I pull Ned into a free classroom. He looks confused as I sit him down and tell him about my night.

"So Pepper said maybe it's a good idea to track his computer cause he took it to the party. Maybe just maybe he was going somewhere I mean we've already ruled out the possibility that he went to some relation and we can't track his suit so maybe" I ramble

"How did we not think of that?" Ned exclaims "It was my computer as well, he was using my computer." 

He goes onto his other laptop, yes he had two and types furiously as windows flash up everywhere. He eventually stops and looks at the screen. I go round to see that Peter had created another account.

"I'll get another computer and we can crack the password" I suggest, rushing off

"I think I know it" Ned muses

"Well, what is it?" I ask after a long pause

"Are you dumb, what do you think it would be" he chuckles

"Tell me" I demand irritably, he continues to laugh before flashing me the screen.

"MichelleJones<3"

I blushed uncontrollably. To anyone else, it would have been cringey or stalker-ish but to me, Peter was such an adorable dork. My adorable dork. I bit my lip as Ned gave me that look. Was I really in love?

My phone rang uncontrollably breaking my blissful, lovesick train of thought. It was Tony. Ned urged me to put it on speaker phone.

"Hey Michelle, I'm sorry about what happened. Pepper told me everything, I should have been there. We'll get him back. I promise you that much. I've tried tracking his suit but he's not coming up. Pepper told me all the story but if I can have your computer I might be able to do so. 

"Oh no Mr Stark we're already on that" I reply

"I could probably do a better job, your just kids remember. Don't you wanna find him?"

"I've got Ned with me and he is quite possibly one of the best people I know for this job. He's been offered a place at Massachusetts Institute of technology - it's really hard to get into there it's like the best for computer science

"Jesus kid you must be good" he exclaims, taken aback "but are you sure?"

"Trust us," we say in unison with fake confidence "Thank you, Mr Stark"

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Tony POV

It had been 3 days since then, the kids said they were making good progress and I was lucky the Avengers didn't have any pending missions. I couldn't help but feel extreme guilt every time I saw his name as I trolled through the internet. The girl's last phrase had stuck with me, Peter had always called me Mr Stark and I had let him but for the girl to call me that struck a chord with me. Because I wanted to be like a father to them both but I just messed it up every time. Why was that?

My phone rang once again it was from an unknown number 

"Uh hi, It's Ned, MJ- I mean Michelle's friend. Peters friend"

"K spit it out kid," I say noticing his sense of urgency 

"Its Aunt May, she's at my place wondering where Peter is. What do I do? What do I say?"

I had totally forgotten about Peter's Aunt. I knew I couldn't hide much longer 

"Fuck- wait don't say fuck its a bad word- Just just ugh say Peter will meet her at her home in 10 minutes I'll be there just don't worry ok?

"Yeah ok" Ned replies.

I instantly go to his house, not knowing what the hell I was doing or what I was going to say to this woman. 

I go to knock but she opens the door before my hand reaches the wood. 

"May, can I come in?" I ask swallowing hard. I look into her eyes, they are red and puffy, contrasting her pale skin that looks sickly with worry.

"Where is he, Stark," she says, spite and desperation entering her voice

"That's what I have come to talk about, please just listen for a minute" I murmur in guilty tones

"Goddamnit. I know it was you Stark. Where is he?" she curses

"Just sit down," I tell her "you need to let me speak ok?" She nods "The Stark internship wasn't real.." I confess. 

I continue to tell the entire story about how he was Spider-Man and how he had saved 1000's of lives and done miraculous things. I watched as anger turned to horror. 

"All those videos I've seen 'Spiderman stops a 300-pound bus' 'Spiderman stops the Vulture' your telling me that was all him'

'Yes that him" I tell her letting copious amounts of joy enter my speech 2I trained him and he's became something none of us could have imagined."

I assume she will be happy and share my short moment of ecstasy but her cheeks redden with anger and fury

"You- You did this" she stammers angrily. I nod slowly confused at her reaction.

"You're nephew has saved so many people. He's a superhero, you should be proud of him."

"You're telling me he goes into all of those situations. Head on." she pauses, taking a moment to gather herself "Stark, you have to realise I don't want a Spiderman. I want Peter. How do you expect me to sleep knowing he is risking his life trying to be like you. He idolizes you guys, , always has, but what if he gets his self-killed or- wait, where is he now? You know where he is, don't you?"

"Well" I mutter

"I need a drink" she breathes getting up. I grab her arm. 

"We think he may have been kidnapped," I say bluntly, needing to spit it out after all this time. She looks back at me as tears started to fill her glassy pupils. That's when my heart snaped in too. My past mistakes caught up on me. I had failed this woman.

"How could you!" she yells "He's my nephew, not yours."

She begins to punch my chest and I do not resist for one second knowing that I am completely in the wrong here

"He is the one good thing I have in this life and you-you ripped him away from me!" she screams still pushing me back. When I hit the wall with a thud, she begins to sob, heavy salty tears. 

"We will get him back" I whisper, more determined than ever "If I don't, I retire, I will bring him back in one piece, trust me"

I don't release it but as we are stood there I was beginning to cry myself. I had taken responsibility for this child and failed. I had failed at many things but this one had ripped out my heart. I had failed everyone when it came to Peter.