A Peek into Peter Parker's Profession

Flash

I'm sorry this is so short. 

Flash was pissed: his parents have been on his back ever since Spider-Man wrecked his dad's car (They didn't even seem to care that he had helped a superhero!), Ms. Warren (he suspected) has been giving him lower grades just to see him fail—Flash ignored the fact that he had no evidence for this; and Parker—freaking Puny Penis Parker—revealed to the Decathlon team that he lived with freaking Iron Man. I mean, how does an intern even get into that position?!

So yeah, Flash was pissed. It's been weeks since the trip and Flash had successfully avoided interacting with the insufferable Parker for this long, but now, he was actively seeking him out. He woke up with a terrible headache that was exacerbated by the droning coming from all the students in the school. Why couldn't people just be quiet for five minutes?

Flash cornered Peter in an abandoned hallway and shoved him into the rusty lockers, "Where do you think you're going, Penis?" He kneed Peter in the gut and watched with pleasure as he groaned pitifully. He'd never gotten physical before, but he didn't care. He just enjoyed the pain he was causing.

"You think you're something special? Parading around with your Stark Industries sweater and making up excuses to leave classes? Pathetic." He kicked Peter in the gut again and then punched him in the face. "You will never amount to anything, Penis. You're just a charity case and failure."

Flash froze mid-swing when a very recognizable voice interrupted, "Are you talking about Peter or yourself, Eugene?" Flash slowly turned and blanched at the sight of Tony Stark looking absolutely livid with an Iron Man gauntlet formed around his hand. "That's right, step away from my kid." He complied, shaking.

"If I EVER, hear about you touching Peter again, I will not hesitate to absolutely ruin your future at having a job at any respectable establishment. I would kill you now but that's illegal and also Peter wouldn't like it. Now, leave; and never touch my son again. Do I make myself clear?" Flash nodded and ran.

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As soon as Flash was gone, Peter staggered to his feet and embraced Tony. He mumbled into the man's shirt, "You didn't have to threaten him. I'm sure your presence was scary enough."

Tony huffed a laugh and squeezed Peter tighter, "Of course I did: you're my kid. Is it too late to kill him?"

"Don't you dare."

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Later, when they were watching Star Wars surrounded by a concerning amount of pillows and blankets, Peter turned to Tony and whispered, "I love you Dad."

Tony absolutely did not have tears in his eyes at Peter's first time saying that, "I love you too kid."

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