If only he knew

The best boy

Tony Stark during the daytime was a fine looking man, but during night? He was damn near sin. The man was a look like no other. His usual well kept hair was swept away from his forehead, sticking up in random places. He was wearing boxers and nothing else.

"Oh Peter!" He said with fake surprise.

"I thought it was Harley," he let out a fake laugh

"What can I do for you?"

Peter stood there for a moment dumbfounded. He wasn't quite sure what to say.

"Um Mr. Stark this is a very delicate subject. And I'll need you to bear with me," Peter was sweating again.

"Igotmybedsheetscoverdinblood!" he frantically gestured with his hands.

Tony stood there, also dumbfounded.

"Um. How... may I ask, did you do this?" Peter could here the hesitation in his voice.

"Im... on my period," Peter said meekly

"oh," was all Tony said.

That's when Peter started to cry. He felt like a baby. This was one of the main reasons he didn't want to stay at Tony's. He knew something bad was gonna happen. And not only did that something happen, he was also crying in front of a man he had a crush on.

Tony eyes widened when he realized Peter was crying. His father instincts immediately kicked in. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Peter. Tony knew the boy was having panic attack.

"Its okay, sweetheart. Please calm down. You're alright," Tony said running his fingers through the boys hair.

"Peter, i'm go to ask you a question and I need you to be calm about it," Tony said

The boy just sniffled in reply

"Are you trans?" he questioned

Peter just cried harder

"Okay! I wont ask again. I'm sorry" The man said quickly

"You're a boy, the best boy in fact!" Tony was trying to calm the kid

After a few minutes Peter was left with just sniffles. Tony kept running his fingers through Peter's hair to try and calm him down. It seemed to be working.

"Here's what were gonna do," Tony started

"We're gonna clean up the bed, then I'm going to sit with you till you fall asleep. That sound like a plan?"

Peter nodded

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After fifteen gruesome blood filled minutes, Peter was laying back down in the bed. Tony was sitting next to him, running his fingers through his hair, and shushing him. Peter felt like he could stay here forever. And if he was being honest, he kinda wanted to.

The man sitting next to him did an amazing job of calming him down, even better than May. And that was really saying something.

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That night Peter dreamed he was a prince, and he lived in a huge castle. But the most interesting part of the dream was the handsome stable man, who kept flirting with him. The man looked familiar, but Peter couldn't quite place the face. Or maybe he just didn't want to, maybe he didn't want to come face to face with his feelings.

He'd leave that for another day.

A/N