SKIN AND BONES. ( irondad. )

one.

SKIN AND BONES; IRONDAD.

❝ Show me a hero, and
I'll write you a tragedy. ❞

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Potential trigger warnings: Implied child abuse, implied mugging.

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          Peter Parker was a corpse with a beating heart; a cold soul with warm breaths. He was a boy destined for a discordant life. Eyes now hang low, the once chestnuts lost to the dark void of nothingness. The teeth of guilt had left their mark in his milky skin, planted its poisonous seeds into his mind.

          "Hey, Miss Watson," his quiet words were bright, corners of cracked lips tugging upwards at the sight of his social worker as he stepped into her office. His eyes never quite matched the smile, though he knew she'd never notice. The galaxies of cosmic indigos and navies that had once found a home within his milk-chocolate pools now lost to a black hole that consumed him. The stars that once twinkled with childish cheerfulness and too many smiles had been wiped out too long ago.

          "Peter!" Miss Watson's voice was calm, yet overly fond. Peter let his fingers twirl in the fabric that hung down from the straps of his mid-back sitting backpack. After transferring from foster home to foster home, he's begun to carry all the important things with him, even if it means taking them to school with him. Some of the foster homes he's been in haven't been the nicest of places, exactly, with little to no privacy, so it was safer that way, anyway. "Sorry to call you over on such short notice."

          "Nah, it's cool. I wasn't doing anything important," Liar, his mind hissed. He was on patrol, trying to distract his mind from the date  .  .  .  October twenty-fifth, the day he let Uncle Ben and Aunt May die. The day his whole world came to a crashing halt. He could've — should've — stopped it but he was just so damn scared. The wound was still fresh; the feeling of guilt tearing through his skin was still lingering.

          "Do you know where Julie and David are?"

          "Probably picking the others up from school. I was," there was a brief moment of hesitation, "at a friends house. Nothing important, don't worry." Before Miss Watson could get her reply in, Peter's phone hummed a rather vulgar melody (  my neck, my back lick my—  ) and his face went red. After mumbling a quick apology (  something along the lines of "MJ changed it."  ), digits dove into the back pocket of his jeans to pull out the device, and with a quick tap, the screen was on.

Guy in the chair: hey, dude. i hope you're doing okay. i know what today is and i just want to check that you know that i'm always here for you. i know it's tough and all, and everything sucks, but please remember how awesomely awesome you are

Guy in the chair: you wanna come 'round and build that lego deathstar in a little bit? or i can help you with your patrolling!

          And he couldn't contain the smile that spread atop his face. Despite everything, Ned Leeds would always be there for him. It was wide enough to reach his tearing eyes, yet soft enough to not disturb the cracks and cuts that sat on his lips. And, though it might have been a trick of the light, it appeared, as short-lived as it was, that the stars returned to his eyes.

          Splinterings were calamitous in the way they littered across the illuminated glass, yet his lithe digits skillfully danced to avoid the fractures as he typed his reply.

Bider-man: thanks, man, you really know how to cheer me up. but i don't think i can come today, i'm at miss watson's and we both know what that means! i'll keep you and mj updated. thanks again, though, you always know how to brighten my mood

          "Sorry, that was Ned. He was wondering if I wanted to go and finish our LEGO .  .  .  " and it was only once his phone was slipped away that he noticed the group of people and his words trailed off. There, stood at the back of Miss Watson's cramped office of fluorescent lights, stood the Avengers. At that moment in time, nothing could distract him from the looks of amusement on their faces as he slowly flushed a deep red. The reveries that threated him were suddenly shaken away.

          "Peter," Miss Watson started, an undertone of amusement to her soft words, "I have some people who want to adopt you."

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sorry for the slow beginning,, i'd say when the next chapter will be up but, honestly, i have not got a clue when i'll write it. oops.

okay, i've been reading around for peter's birthdate, and the most reliable source i've come across ( the marvel comics wikia page ) states that he's a libra, thus having his birthday any time between september 23rd and october 22nd. i'm going to write this with his birthday being september 24th.

this puts ben & may's death in october, and pushes civil war into july/august, instead of april. homecoming would then take place in september, only a month after civil war rather than the two the movie states. 

none of that information is very important, it's just handy for me to know & remember all of these dates ( and i guess it would help for you guys to know?? ). god, i love coming up with timelines.

sorry this one's so short, the next will be longer.

- georgia.