(English isn't my primary language, so I tryed to translate my mini-long. I Really hope it's understandable. If you have any advace, please let me know! I'm ready to improve myself alway <3)
You have been swept away; your body disintegrated into a thousand small pieces impossible to reassemble, letting the void take your place and never return again.
He is there, in front of the coffee machine, and it is days that you wonder if you would have ever met him, yet despite having no doubt, you almost hoped it would not happen.
Hands in his pockets, a white T-shirt of A Clockwork Orange , a red checked shirt to make him a jacket, the absorbed and unconscious expression of a teenager with too many things to think about, waiting for his drink to be dispensed.
"Tony?", you ask uncertainly, and he turns to look at you and raises an eyebrow. As always, as usual, as if it were the switch that raises a wall of defense.
Hold your breath. You should not have done it, Peter .
"Have we ever met before?".
Is He asking if you know him? What an idiot question, to be honest.
"No, you do not know me yet," you say. You smile. You wouldn't want to but you do it. It's stronger than you.
You disappeared and you reappeared, in a world where people are dressed like Aunt May in the photos of when she was young. Where the Avengers do not exist, yet, where you were not born and where Tony, by a twist of fate, is your age or maybe a little more.
Funny, ridiculous .
A snap of fingers has separated you from him, and now you have it in front of you rejuvenated for a lifetime.
It makes no sense, it almost makes you laugh, if it's not that you're not understanding anything, what's going on.
They told you, the S.H.I.E.L.D. - after they found you in a cloud of radiation and they studied you as if you were an alien just landed on earth - that what happened is a temporal paradox; that you're not dead, you've only been moved to a different time, as if you had parked waiting to go home.
In short, you are in the past and you have no idea how it is possible but, after all, since that spider bites you, it is difficult for something to surprise you again.
There is only to be patience, they told you; that you just have to take care not to say too much about yourself, because the less they know about the future, the better it will be for everyone.
Even a single misstep can change the fate of the future from where you come from.
Or, as you prefer to call it: your present.
In this reality, Tony Stark is not one anyone.
He is the bored and silent son of a man who is unloved, who builds arms and sells them, who works with those people only because it is better to have him as an ally rather than an enemy.
Tony runs for S.H.I.E.L.D. from time to time; he returns from school and does not know what to do and you ... you could not help but call him by name, when you crossed him through the corridors and you recognized him.
Short hair, not even half a trace of a beard. It's the features that betray him, like his long eyelashes and his chestnut-colored eyes that burn with the light you could never recognize, when it shines like that.
"Ah, you must be that guy comes from the future. Or so you say. My father talked about it recently with colleagues ".
He says bored. Not from you, but from life.
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Born To Be Yours - Starker [Young Tony x Peter] (ENG)
FanfictionYou disappeared and you reappeared, in a world where people are dressed like Aunt May in the photos of when she was young. Where the Avengers do not exist, yet; where you were not born and where Tony, by a twist of fate, is your age or maybe a littl...