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Peter POV
Fuck. My. Life. Can Flash not shut up for one second??? I swear, I'm going to have sensory overload!
"-ony Stark doesn't know you" he tormented, I snapped.
"SHUT UP!!!" I fell to the floor covering my ears as the world spun around me. Tear drop to tear drop fell from my eyes as I rocked forward and backward, murmuring faintly in my ears.
Tony Pov
"Sir, Peter seems to be having a panic attack" I jumped up and dropped everything. My son was in trouble. I'd be damned if I didn't run.
The elevator door opened. Around 20 kids laughing their heads off and my son, MY SON on the floor crying.
"OUT!" I screamed . They hurried out, the sniggering abruptly coming to an end.
"Peter calm down. Please." I say, kneeling down to his huddled up self.
Peter Pov
"-Please." I hear my dad.
" Dad? " I question, my head still whirling.
"Yeah Pete" I say as he looks up.
"DAD?!? WHAT DO YOU MEAN DAD?? WHAT DID YOU DO TO GET TONY STARK TO CALL YOU HIS SON, PENIS??!!?" Peter winced, I on the other hand snapped.
"Get. Out."
"What?" I hate this kid.
" I SAID GET OUT! " he was seriously getting on my nerves
"You can't do that!" He said. That's it!
" I own this building, so yeah, I can! "
"B-BUT!" He stumbled for an excuse, obviously not getting the major hints given to him.
" get out of this fucking building! " he seemed to understand this time.
I turned back to my son, huddled in a ball, and slowly rubbed circles into his back.
So much for payback.
