"YOU LITTLE SHIT!!!"- The joys of parenting a Spider-Child

Finally Home (Part two!)

I'm so so so sorry for this but I'm also not

Fite me

Peter yawned, and stretched, slowly blinking open his eyes-

To the caves.

The old, rickety beds, some just simple bits of cloth hanging from the ceiling by some chains- similar to the one Peter was on.

Peter knew how easily these things could break, being victim to the tearing cloth more than once in his time here.

Tears pricked at his eyes as he realised it had been a dream, a dream, a dream.

He wasn't home.

He wasn't with Tony.

He was back here, back for another day of slavery and labour.

Suddenly, it all seemed to flood him at once, and he couldn't stop the tears the fell from his eyes.

He didn't even notice his captors enter the room until a loud "KID!" split the air.

Terrified, Peter tried to scramble away from them.

"Kid! Kid!"

Peter's eyes snapped open.

For a moment, everything was unfamiliar- then the room came into focus, and, along with it, Tony.

The cave had been a dream. A dream.

Peter's resolve broke, and he was crying again.

Only this time, Tony was there, gently pulling him to his chest and running his hands through Peter's hair in an attempt to calm him down.

Peter just clung to Tony like a lifeline until the tears finally stopped.

And when they did, Tony didn't ask what was wrong.

He just kept holding Peter, grounding him, and making him feel safe.

You didn't seriously think I'd put Peter back in that cave did you?

If you did then you must think I'm a monster which I'm not okay I'm not some Zom-B character-

I'll leave now before I make a fool of myself.