Peter Parker oneshots [Hiatus]

Family day

(edited: jan 2023)
 ¡¡¡Stony alert!!!
Peter's adopted in this one (wow, who would have guessed)
Anyway, the ending made no sense (pre-editing) so I apologize for the odd ending :,)

TW: slight homophobia

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Third person POV

Uncommonly for a working Thursday, everybody seemed to be happy. Everybody except Peter, he had to live up to the angsty teen agenda, you know the drill.

No, this teen had an actual reason to feel gloomy; today was the so-called 'Family Day' in his school. For some it was a day where they can flex with how cool their parents are, some wished they could disappear due to the amount of secondhand embarrassment they parents gave them, but for Peter, it was a bit of both.

As much as he loved his dads, he hated the idea of them coming to school and facing hate and prejudice. You'd expect being an internationally famous hero would save from weird looks and whispers wherever you went, but no, even such a high title couldn't shield you from this, and Peter knew his schoolmates weren't an exception... Even Ned, his ex-best friend who used to be a fan of his parents.

 Thankfully, to avoid unwanted pain, Peter created a two-step plan of its sort;

step one: he wouldn't tell them when the Family Day was coming, therefore he could protect them from whatever the universe had prepared for them.

Step two wasn't originally part of the agenda but he rolled with it when it had happened.

A few days ago, when Peter had returned from school after a terrible day at school (nothing unusual), he was hoping his dads would cheer him like they always do whenever he's upset. You know, pancakes and movies or whatever.

Tony and Steve had always found a way to make their boy happy, but not on that day, he supposed.

He dragged his feet out the elevator into the living room, hoping to receive energetic greetings he grew so fond of, but there was something else waiting ahead of him.

"Hi-" he began but quickly stopped himself — or rather the shouts coming from within the room did.

"No, Steve, this is unforgivable!" Tony yelled

"Guess what, the! I wasn't even going to apologize!"

As almost every kid out there, Peter, too, hated when grown-ups argued. Although his parents weren't usually up for big fights (it was mostly just Steve getting angry whenever Tony left a big mess somewhere, or that one time Tony made Steve a gym gadget that almost ripped him apart), today though, they chose violence, not meant literally.

Big fights never meant anything good, and it reminded Peter of the days he spent in a foster home. Never loved, always yelled at and most of the time just treated like an object, not a child.

His breath quickened and tears decided to pay a visit to his cheeks. He didn't realize he was crying, not even when his vision became blurry as he ran into his room. He hated when they were arguing but he hated even more when they saw him being weak, thus he fled the scene — the pair paid no attention to him, they didn't even acknowledge his presence (good for him, he guessed).

 In his room he hid, into his pillows he cried.

Perhaps if he had stayed a bit longer, he would have figured why in the world the quarrelling continued, or why it had started in the first place, but he was a coward, a scaredy cat, oblivious to everything.

Since that day, the husbands hadn't said one nice word to one another, and Peter felt as if he had turned into a ghost.

It felt unfair at first, but as a week went by, he took an advantage of it and used the opportunity to skip on inviting them to the Family Day.