Revenge...

Trying my best...

Tony's POV-
I woke up, which is funny because I didn't even remember falling asleep. Ugh, stupid eyes won't open. I blinked a few times and yawned wearily.
"Pete? Peter?" No answer. I opened my eyes. Peter wasn't there. Shit, shit, shit.
"Peter?! PETER?!" I ran down the corridor and banged on all the doors.
The bathroom door opened, there stood Peter, tears falling silently from his eyes.
"Jesus. Jesus. Jesus." I pulled him into me and grabbed his shoulders. "I didn't mean to scare you. I was so worried."
"I...I had to go to the bathroom... and... and you were sleeping... I didn't wanna wake you..." Peter sobbed.
"It's okay. Next time just wake me up okay? Where's your crutches? You should be using them." I sighed.
"Do you know what time it is?!" Nat stalled out of her room, she looked down at Peter. "Oh." She went to walk back in.
"Auntie Nat please talk to me!" Peter cried.
"Can't. I hurt you and I don't want you to be hurt. So no. Get well soon, Peter." Nat closed the door.
"Auntie Nat no! You didn't hurt me! I... I was just afraid..." Peter choked.
The door creaked open.
"Natasha. The kid's upset, he misses you." I spoke up.
"Then why's he so scared of me? I get that with other people, but why with me?" Nat slammed the door and walked towards me. Peter jumped.
"I'm... I'm not afraid of you." He whispered.
Nat started to get closer to him, she stood directly in front of him. Peter inched backwards. I stepped in front of her.
"It's not his fault Natasha. And you know that." I put my hand on her shoulder.
"I wasn't the one who tortured him! Why should he be afraid of me?!"
"Natasha stop! It's not his fault!" I yelled.
"It's not mine either! I love the kid and he's scared of me!" Nat screamed back.
"Did you even think what would happen if I hadn't have stopped your hit? How much it would've hurt him? He's already covered in marks! It would've been so painful for him!" I yelled. Nat walked closer to me, pushing me towards the wall with her hand.
"I didn't want to do that Stark! You know that!" She screamed back. "He doesn't answer me! Tell me, why is he so scared of me?! Why?!" She yelled.
"STOP IT! IT'S NOT HIS FAULT!" I shouted angrily.
"WHY DOESN'T HE TALK TO ME THEN?!" She screamed.
That's when I remembered, Peter. I pushed Nat away from me and fell back against the wall again. She slammed her door as soon as she walked into her room. My head hurt and I thought about how much worse it would be for the kid. Oh shit. He hates it when people shout.
I turned around and Peter was on the floor, tucked up in a ball, holding his hands over his ears. That's when it hit me. Enhanced hearing, obviously this was hurting him.
"Shit. Come here kid. You're okay." I soothed, picking him up off the floor and walking into the living room. I placed him gently on the sofa, he took his hands away from his face.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's okay. Are you alright?" I grabbed the blanket and threw it over him.
"It... it's so... so loud..." Peter whimpered.
"It's okay now. Just lie down. No school today. Okay? Just calm down." I tucked him in.
"Why...why did she say that? Why did you fight with her?" He sighed, tears still streaming.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't let her blame you. I couldn't. I'm sorry though, I'm so sorry." I feel like I only ever apologise to him, I can't really do much else to help.
"Does Banner have to do more... more tests?" Peter asked quietly, avoiding my eyes.
"I think so kid. I'm sorry, but you know it's for the best, don't you? Or else I wouldn't let it happen. It's only to see if we can help your anxiety. I don't know if he'll have to touch you. But I'll be right next to you." I put my fingers through his hair and walked out to the kitchen. Peter closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again. I took out his medicine from my inside pocket and put it into a glass of water.
"Come on. Time for your medicine." I handed it to him and he frowned.
"But my head is... it doesn't even hurt anymore." Peter said tiredly.
"Well, you have to take it for another week so just do it okay?" He looked down to the glass and drank it in one go. He lay back down again with a look of disgust.
"You need to eat. I'm gonna order a pizza. And you are going to eat what I tell you to, you're still underfed." I picked up my phone. Peter was too far into sleep to argue back so I ordered it.
The elevator opened twenty minutes later, Happy walked in with papers and the pizza.
"Here's your pizza, so lazy. Get it yourself. Take your forms." He groaned.
"Thanks Happy. Appreciate it. Kid... wake up... cmon..." I shook his shoulder that's not covered in marks gently, "I'm sorry to wake you... but your food is here."
"Dad... I'm so tired..." Peter sat up slowly.
"Yeah, but food. And I need you to sign something. Wake up a little first." I took the forms and signed my signature using the pen Happy gave me. Peter had already finished a slice of pizza.
Peter took the form after me and signed it.
"What is this paper for...?" Peter said quietly.
"I'm your official dad." I smirked.
"That's the first thing you say as a dad? I'm not surprised." Happy sighed and walked out.
"You're my dad?" Peter faced me.
"Yeah. Yeah I am. And I couldn't be happier." Peter lay back down again and closed his eyes. Pizza could wait.
"Hey Happy." Steve said as he walked past him.
"Yeah whatever." Happy pushed past him.
"Hey. What are you up to?" Steve asked, smiling at the sleeping Peter.
"I just adopted him." I said, sitting down beside Peter.
"Not...not my fault..." Peter whispered in his sleep, I held him closer to me. That made my heart ache, in a way I never knew existed.
"I feel so bad for the kid." Steve sat down opposite us. "Oh yeah, Bruce gave me these tablets for Peter. And also my friend Bucky is coming up here later. I already talked to him about the incident so no need to worry."
"Can we talk?" I stood up, careful not to wake my kid, and grabbed Steve's arm.
"Are you insane?" I whispered.
"What?"
"Bucky? The dude who was tortured before? In a room with Peter? Peter who is only after being kidnapped? Have you thought this through at all?" I put my face in my hands.
"Tony. It's fine. Bucky is the one person who understands what it's like. He said he'd stay away from Peter anyways." Steve replied, walking back into the living room.
"Fine. Don't touch him or talk to him though." I sat down beside Peter again.
"Can I have his tablets?"
"Yeah, Bruce said three times a day." Steve handed them to me.
"Pete. Sit up. Cmon. You need to eat and wake up. Here ya go. I'll get you a drink." I got him a glass of juice and gave it to him. He took it from my hand tiredly.
He swallowed the tablet and leant back on the sofa again. His eyes closed again and I decided to go and get a drink.