Spideyboy OneShots

G 'night Tony

Peter's POV

I think the worst part about not being close to any adults is that I have no one to turn to. And I mean sure me and aunt May are close, but she's always working and, after everything with Ben I just don't think she needs to deal with my problems too. And come on, everyone knows Mr.Stark has way more important things to do than deal with an emotional teenager. So I just don't tell anyone, opting to keeping it inside until it explodes out in the form of panic attacks and nightmares.

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"Do you ever feel lonely Karen?" I'd decided to go on early patrol today to get myself out of my thoughts. Though all it has accomplished is me sitting on top of a building thinking instead of in my room.

"I was not programmed to experience feeling lonely. Do you feel lonely Peter?" Even though Karen is just an AI I find myself talking to her about my problems more than anyone else.

"Yeah I feel lonely most of the time."

"Why is that Peter?" Karen's slightly robotic voice has become one of my biggest comforts, because at least I know she can't leave.

"I don't know. I mean like, yeah I talk to Ned and stuff but he's just a teenager too, you know? And May's constantly working, I think she uses work to escape from life but that also means escaping from me," I know May doesn't work so much to avoid me, but that doesn't stop the doubts from creeping in sometimes, "I guess I just feel like the only time people care is when I'm Spider-Man, or about my smarts."

"I'm sorry to hear that Peter"

I've had these feelings for a while. The feelings of being alone while I'm surrounded by people no matter how cliche that sounds. But at least I have Spider-Man to hide behind, allowing me to escape life while I'm the superhero.

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"Hiya Mr.Stark!" I walk into the lab putting a small small smile on my face despite the exhaustion running through my whole body.

"Hey buddy, how's it going?" Mr.Stark glances up at me, eyes lingering on the circles under my eyes."Are you doing alright kid? Cause no offence but you look like shit."

In truth I feel like shit too, but you can bet I'm going to tell Mr.Stark that.

"I'm doing great Mr.Stark! Just had a rough night last night is all, you know how patrol gets sometimes."

"Yeah alright kid, but you gotta take care of yourself too ok? Queens needs it's Spider-Man." Tony's eyes turn soft as he talks to me. It's a look I've noticed is reserved for very few people, and I definitely appreciate being on that short list.

"Will do Mr.Stark." I state as I turn towards my work bench. Mr.Stark doesn't need to know it's a lie, that all of it is a lie. He doesn't need to know that it hasn't just been a rough night but a rough month. If he doesn't know it makes it easier to pretend it's not happening.

Me and Mr.Stark fall into a relaxed silence, both of us becoming absorbed in our work. Mr.Starks lab continues to amaze me no matter how many times I've been in here. It feels like my own personal heaven, it's one of the few places I can relax, although just being around Mr.Stark is calming.

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Mr.Stark had decided it was movie time when he saw me putting my tools away, saying he'd already called May telling her I would be staying the night. I, of course, immediately agreed. I mean come on who wouldn't agree to watching a movie with Tony Stark, it's Tony Stark.

Tony's POV

As we were watching Toy Story 2 I took some time to look at the kid. I could see how his clothes hung off of him more than usual, and how the bags under his eyes were so dark they looked like bruises.

I stole another glance at Peter and immediately noticed he was shaking, and his fists and jaw were tightly clenched.

"Hey Pete, are you cold? You're shaking," I quietly asked the kid, waiting to see how he responded. I had a feeling his shaking wasn't from cold but I wanted him to be the one to tell me.

"Oh um no I'm ok Mr. Stark, I'm sorry if I'm bothering you." Peter's eyes shifted anxiously around the room, making me frown at his nervousness.

"Kid, look at me," I quietly waited until his eyes were locked onto mine, "You're never a bother to me ok? I know I'm no good at this kind of stuff but I need you to know that I'm always here, no matter what. You can't get rid of me now kid." I watched as his shoulders tensed more, his eyes continuing to look around the room, hands twisting the bottom of his shirt.

"Ok Mr. Stark, thank you," Even Peter didn't seem sure of his words, saying them almost as if they were expected of him.

"Come here kid." I turned to face him, opening my arms waiting for him to come to me.

He stared at me for a few seconds, almost as if processing what was happening. And then suddenly his face is pressed into my chest, strong arms wrapped tightly around my waist.

"You think you wanna tell me what's been going on now? I know everything's not fine kiddo," I tightened my arms around Peter as I watched his shoulders shake and felt his tears soak into my shirt.

"I feel like people only care about Spider-Man and not Peter Parker. And did you know this is the first real hug I've had in weeks?" Peter spoke, his words slightly muffled by my chest, "Oh and I can't sleep, haven't slept more than 2 or 3 hours for a week." His voice was still thick but it no longer seemed like he was actually crying, as his body fully relaxed against mine.

"Why can't you sleep?" I asked as I rubbed my hand along his back.

"Nightmares mostly, and then panic attacks or anxiety from the nightmare. Makes me throw up sometimes." Peter's head had turned to the side as he spoke so that it was easier to hear him and see his face.

I watched as Peter tried to fight the exhaustion pulling him down.

"Go to sleep kiddo,"

"Mm, don't want you to leave." Peter's arms tightened around me again as he forced his eyes to stay open.

"Ok kiddo, I won't leave. Let's go to your room yeah? It'll be more comfortable than the couch." I waited a second for Peter to respond but when he didn't I realized he had fallen asleep.

"Ok well nevermind to that, guess we'll just sleep on the couch then," I quietly spoke to myself as I tried to slip out from Peter's hold to lay him down.

I quickly realized that Peter wasn't going to let me go and decided to just lay down with the kid laying mostly on top of me.

"Goodnight Peter."

"G 'night Tony" Peter's words were slurred as spoke back, and he was still mostly asleep, but I didn't care, because he had finally called me Tony.
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A/N: This took forever cause I'm lazy and just got done for summer but it's kinda long so that's cool. Criticism is welcomed.

~Kie