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Ex-Boyfriends and Ice Cream

Peter Parker was always an outcast, mysterious to everyone besides himself. His features made him look like a war criminal, two identical slashes across his right eye, a small star engraved into his left temple, and and lengthy line leading from his chin to his bottom lip.

No one knew how this sixteen year old developed these scars, and no one really wanted to find out. After all, not a single soul in the city of Queens would go near him, afraid to get hurt.

But there was only one person who made Peter truly happy, and that was his father, Anthony Edward Stark, genius, billionaire, philanthropist, the one and only money-bags man. The father-figure that was in Peter's life, the only man who could make him smile.

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"P-Peter, what's the answer?" Miss Duck hesitantly asked, looking back towards the black clad boy. Peter looked up, rolling his eyes.

"Biological reaction," he stated plainly, grit and a certain roughness in his voice. The teacher tried to not encouragingly, but ultimately withered under the teen's cold stare.

Carrying on with the rest of the class period, the bell rang and Peter made his way to his next class- art. He sat down on the stool and dropped his pencil pouch filled with markers onto the table. MJ, Flash and Ned sat down in the rest of the seats, all combining their supplies in the middle of the table.

"Sup, Parker," MJ greeted, kicking her feet up onto the table. Peter looked up and raised a perfect eyebrow (cause he obviously gets them waxed with MJ) before shaking his head.

"How are you and your boyfriend doing?" Ned asked, completely oblivious to Peter's flinch. The quiet boy mumbled under his breath.

"We're not together anymore." Ned gasped dramatically.

"What?! Peyton was such an amazing dude! He was hot!" Peter glared. Flash decided to move the conversation along.

"Why'd you guys break up?" he asked. Peter cleared his throat before massaging his temples.

"He was using me for my body. Fucked me and left- three days go by and he calls me, telling me it's over." Peter have a dark chuckle. "Ironic, isn't it? Because that's what always happens- they get me down on my knees and they knock me up, either leaving me afterwards or continuing to force me to have sex."

"Peter..." MJ said softly. "I'm so sorry..."

"It's fine."

-

When Peter got home that afternoon, he found his father sitting on the couch, ice cream tubs and blankets ready. Hot cocoa mugs rested on a silver tray on the table, steam still rising from the warmer milk.

"Hey bud," Tony said, turning to face the teen. Peter gave a slight smile.

"Hi dad, what's all this?" he asked in amusement. Tony chuckled.

"Did you think I forgot about that dog you dated? Trust me, I'm the greatest at healing broken hearts." he replied. Peter gave a real laugh before shrugging and walking over, sinking into the soft cushions.

"Whatever you say."

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