I Confess - Ironstrange

Peter Parker

Tony's POV:

"Peter!" I called to him as I booked out of my room, running faster than I've ever ran before. He was curled up on the couch crying, being caressed by Nat. She was always good at calming people down when they were either upset, or depressed. I walked over to him, and took a seat by him on the couch. 

"Hey bud, what's up?" I asked in a voice I never seemed to use. It was a soft tone, and mothers would use this voice to soothe their young children. Like my mother used to do. 

He didn't respond to my question, I think he was way too sad to answer. Then Stephen walked over to where I was, I looked up at him. He nodded back and began asking people to give us some space. I hoped it would make Peter more comfortable to talk out loud to only me and Stephen, the people he new best. 

"Peter, what's wrong?" Stephen asked, his voice was an octave higher than usual and he sat on the other side of Peter, rubbing his back. He looked up from his position, his eyes were so puffy and red and he had tear marks all over his face. To me he looked like he just got ran over by a car.

"M-m..." He began but stoped mid way through his word. I was confused, and started to think of all the words that started with M. Monday, Margarita, Monarchy, Mood, Metal, Microorganism, Metamorphic?

"Peter you have to talk to us" Stephen comforted with a soft voice. I just wanted to kiss his beautiful face. 

"M-May..." He spit out, then began to cry again. I was now confused. Why would he care about May?

"Dude, it's July. May was a couple of months ago." I chuckled, Stephen looked at me with a death stare. I immediately regretted saying that, well it was funny.

"What do you mean May?" Stephen asked, and I listened close.

"M-my a-a-aunt... M-M..." He muttered, then buried his head in Stephen's chest. The sight of Stephen holding Peter close made my heart melt, and it's hard for my iron heart to melt to something.

"May..." I whispered to myself. Stephen looked at me confused, raising one eye-brow. What a cutie. 

"What does he mean by May?" Stephen asked me. I felt like holding Peter close to my chest and never letting go. Poor Peter, why do things always have to happen to him.

"Aunt May, his mother figure the one that took care of him forever. After his Uncle Ben passed." I sighed, Stephen frowned at what I said. "His real parents died when he was young" I whispered into Stephens ear so that Peter could not feel any worse. 

"What happened to her Pete?" Stephen asked the boy holding onto his chest, Peter untangled himself from him and looked into his eyes. The sorrow.

"I-I went home, after a-a while" Peter Started, "and it's usually not that quiet when I get home late, since may likes to watch Supernatural before bed" He looked down at his small boy hands. "But t-tonight was d-different, I s-sensed s-someone there." Peter paused for a while, I could see the guilt in his eyes, the way he looked away from both me and Stephen. 

"There was someone at the house..." Stephen finished Peter's sentence. I looked at the kid, my kid. He was hurt, all over inside. And I could feel it too.

"I f-found her, on the f-floor..." He began, "dead..." He collapsed into tears and held onto Stephen tight. Stephen held onto Peter caressing his head, he even landed the smallest peck on the teens hair.

"Shh...shhh" Stephen hushed him, Peter kept on crying though. Tears spilling from his eyes like a waterfall of depression. I felt I needed to do something, I was his mentor/father figure for christ sake. I put my hand on Peter's shoulder patting him a bit, I knew I wasn't one for hugging and feelings, but Peter and Stephen were the only exceptions. 

"Maybe we should let him rest Stephen" I nodded, I could tell he agreed. Stephen stood up carrying Peter bridle style, and I walked next to them trying to act like support. We walked down the hall where the bedrooms were lined up and I realized that the other guest rooms were under construction due to the renovation of the Avengers tower. 

"Shit" I muttered. Stephen looked at me with a strong glare, I turned to face him. "We don't have any rooms left, I gave the last finished one to you."

Stephen sighed a heavy sigh. He then continued to walk down the hall towards his room. Then he looked back at me motioning his eyes so that I should come closer. 

"Mind opening the door for me hun?" He asked while still trying to keep Peter in his arms. Hun... that sounds so moving. I walked quickly over to his bedroom door and opened it for him and Peter to enter. I walked in as well, so I could give Peter a goodnight hug. 

Stephen placed Peter down on his bed, also tucking him in. "You're gonna sleep here okay?" Stephen assured Peter, he smiled when he said that and it made my heart flicker. 

"ok" Peter sighed. I walked over to where they were sitting, and I took a seat on Stephens bed next to Peter. 

"I'm sorry kid"

"It was my fault..." Peter muttered under his breath. Hearing this got me mad, I didn't want Peter living the rest of his life thinking that the death of his aunt was caused by him when it wasn't. 

"Hey, it was no where near your fault Pete" I began, "May died because something happened, and things happen." He looked up at me with a saddened face, the emotion ran through his body. "Just... just don't live your life ever thinking that."

"I wasn't home, I could have stopped whatever or whoever could have done it!" Peter started up again, tears started welding up in his eyes. I needed him to know, that he mattered too. To me.

"If you would have been there, maybe the same thing could have happened to you!" I said, "and I wouldn't be able to live with myself knowing if either one of you were gone..." I began to ramble not even noticing whom I was talking to. "Now even if it means killing myself for the boy I call son, or the man I want to be with for the rest of my life! Then so be it..." 

Peter looked at me, his eyes were red. I bet mine were too. Stephen kept quiet the whole time but I could tell he was in shock. I cleared my throat, I knew I had took it too far. Expressing things that were bottled up for a reason. "Just get some rest okay?" I calmed myself, Peter nodded then pulled the covers over his head. 

"Good night Peter" Stephen petted his head, and gave him a small kiss on it. "Sweat dreams."

I nodded down to Peter, attempting to smile but it didn't manage the way I wanted it to, it looked more equivalent to a killer mountain goat than to a smile. "G'night kid..." I sighed loud enough for him to hear me. He snuggled tight in Stephen's covers making him look so comfortable, and sweet. "Be safe..." I whispered hoping that neither Stephen nor Peter heard me. 

I just wished I could take back those things I've said, so that Stephen wouldn't have heard me say them. I didn't want to mess things up already, when they were just getting good. Well apart from Peter, and May. 

I can't screw things up now.

Not tonight, and not ever.

Prepare for next chapter to be pretty sappy.

-No Name