IronDad and SpiderSon One-Shots

You're My Kid

Description: Peter's been going through a rough time for months now. Keeping his feelings to himself was a bad idea. But is it too late?

A/N: This is my first time doing these kinds of one-shots. Requests are welcome.

Words: 1917

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I guess you could say that the weather will represent someone's feelings. Especially in Peter's case.

The forecast said it was supposed to be sunny and hot. But it ended up being dark and gloomy. Quite accurately representing how Peter's been feeling.

Nobody knows it, but he's been experiencing serious PTSD. Ever since Toomes had dropped that building on him, he's been waking up every time he tries to sleep feeling like he's under the building again.

Not to mention he's alone. His Aunt May had left him a note saying that she had gone to he grocery store to get some food to make some meatloaf. That was the only thing that managed to get a single, pity full chuckle out of the boy. So he decided to go out as Spider-Man to patrol.

He was just sitting on top of a building when he heard an explosion. He was immediately on alert seeing smoke not too far away. Peter quickly stood up and swung towards the explosion.

What he found was nothing but unsettling. The grocery store was on fire with a lot of smoke coming out of it. Peter quickly ran inside to help any people he could find.

After rushing many people out of the building, he ran back in to see if he could find anyone else. He turned one corner in particular and what he found was horrible.

His Aunt was laying on the floor, with a large piece of shrapnel lodged into her chest. Blood was seeping out and was pooling around her.

Peter couldn't believe his eyes. Tears quickly formed in his eyes as he rushed over to try and help her. He screamed and screamed for May to wake up and not to leave him. Yet he knew it was hopeless.

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So here Peter is now, two months later, looking innocently out the window watching the rain fall all around the city. His teacher was blabbing on and on about something chemistry that he didn't really care about. He already knew whatever his teacher was going on about.

"Peter? Are you alright?" His teacher, Ms. Boise asked seeing how distraught the boy almost was.

Peter snapped his head towards his teacher giving her a weak smile while nodding his head putting on a fake smile.

"Thinking about how worthless you actually are Parker?" Flash taunted from the seat behind him.

"Not really, just wondering when you'll ever stop being such a jackass" Peter snapped his dull eyes just staring back out the window.

Peter could see the shocked and angry look on Flash's face from the corner of his peripheral vision. Yet Flash didn't say anything else and just left Peter alone.

That was really the only contact the two had during the day. Peter tried his hardest to stay far away from everyone he could making sure nobody would bother him. As much as he wanted to be around Ned, MJ, and Wade, he didn't want his bad mood to rub off on them.

By the end of the day, he had cried once to himself lightly and punched a wall in the bathroom. He wrapped his hand up in some spare bandages he kept in his bag.

He stood in the rain with his hood over his head and his hands in his pockets as he silently waited for Happy to come pick him up to bring him to the compound for his usual weekend with Mr. Stark and the rest of the Avengers.