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"i'm TRYING to tell you that this kid would be an AMAZING addition to the team both here and on the battlefield! we already have him around the house, he's gone through the adjustment period tony wanted so badly, and he's proved himself in training! i don't understand why you all think that he shouldn't come with us on missions-" steve spoke avidly and passionately.
"because he's a child." said stephen coldly, his calculating eyes piercing through skin. steve's eyes flared with anger in return to his cold ones.
"your husband didn't think about that when he brought him to germany." he hissed, quietly and menacingly.
stephen sat up abruptly, his protective mode turning on, a malicious incantation sparking through his fingertips.
"pardon the intrusion, but it's very important; you might want to see this." FRIDAY interrupted with her metallic voice. a hologram appeared at the center of the table, a news lady reporting an intense fire at the block of buildings where peter grew up. tony and stephen both tensed as may's image appeared on the screen.
"volume... VOLUME!" yelled tony, making everyone jump at the intensity of his voice.
"....Parker Sanchez found dead in the row of apartment buildings here in-"
steve shut the tv off after tony and stephen ran out of the room, their chairs still swiveling with the impact of getting up so quickly.
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peter sprung up from his place on the couch only to immediately fall back down in shock, the stifled sound of the tv ringing through his ears.
numb. numb was the best way to describe how he felt.
nothing, just a void of a black hole; calm, yet destructively confused.
it wasn't until the actual event registered in his brain that he actually began to feel something.
panic.
tears welled up in his eyes and spilled over the brim, their heat managing to warm his cold face. they spilled down his cheeks, pooling at his chin and dripping onto the floor. he screamed, his lungs shattering to pieces. he was falling, tumbling, cascading down an endless hole of agony and pain. he rocked himself back and forth, trembles echoing throughout his bones, sorrow crashing into his being.
he didn't even register his father figures' bodies as they hugged him. he didn't register anything, the emotions getting the best of him and making his mind black out completely.
he wailed and cried and screamed for what felt like hours. eventually, it died down to sniffles and light sobs, and then just passing out from the pure amount of emotional exhaustion he had just experienced.
tony and stephen didn't leave his side for a minute during the whole ordeal. they stuck by him and asked other people to move for them (i.e. asking natasha to pass them a cup of water). they remained on the floor with peter, somehow comforting him through hugs, affectionate back rubs, and consoling words. when he passed out tony was the first to speak.
"we need to be there for him. may was his only living relative besides those monsters he went to spend time with in conneticut," spoke tony maliciously.
"when my parents died, i had no one but Jarvis. and he couldn't even console me fully, since he worked for me and maintained a professional standing with me. we need to be here for him. i've been in his shoes. he needs us." tony sighed and stephen nodded, agreeing with every word that came out of his husband's mouth and running a soft and gentle hand through peter's hair.
"i... i think peter should sleep with us tonight." said tony. stephen nodded and muttered: "100 percent."
with the help of two super soldiers, the four moved the teen to tony and stephen's room. his body hit the bed softly, stephen and tony collapsing onto it dreamily and ready for a night of sleep. stephen held tony's hand awkwardly, peter filling in the gap between them. together, they drifted to sleep, their unofficial son between them and anguish seeming to fill the voids within them all.
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tony wouldn't have slept if it weren't for stephen.
the pure anxiety and the possibilities of what could happen in the next 48 hours clouded his mind, immediately ridding the possibility of sleep. at around 3, stephen gently squeezed his hand just as tony's thoughts were going into peril mode. just like that, tony was sucked out of his perilous journey of self distruction (and of staring at the ceiling for hours) and was brought back into a tired, exhausted state.
"can't sleep?" stephen said groggily.
"yep." replied the other plainly, a defeated undertone audible in his voice.
stephen sat up, gently as to not disturb the snoring peter next to them, and touched his fingers to tony's head, immediately making him fall asleep.
(i'm aware that it doesn't work that way but now it does ok)
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Fanfiction[ #3 in transpeterparker ] peter had always been different. he never felt... right. by puberty, questions arose within him. he scoured the internet for answers to his burning inquiries, and once he found them, he became his true self. now 15, peter...
