Kid, tell me what happened: The Sequel

The one where Peter gets a bad grade and Sam teases him

The one where Sam’s a bit mean when Peter gets a bad grade on his test. But never fear! Irondad is here!

Peter pondered as he walked home. He never got grades that low! Ever! He was at the top of his game! Science was his subject! He never got below an eighty! Ever! A sixty-three? That was bad, bad, real bad. Terrible! Especially for a Stark! How would he tell his Dad?

His Dad would be upset, really, really upset. Peter hated to make his dad upset. It made him feel bad. But maybe, he could ask someone else to sign the test right? The fourteen year old decided, this might work.

The only one at the Compound was Sam.

Peter took in a breath, alright, this would be okay. Just carelessly ask him to sign the test and quickly take it back. No biggie.

#hewaswrong. #hewassoverywrong. #sosowrong #westilllovehimdontworry #ripsamaftertoday. #hewasagoodman,buthecouldhavebeenbetter. #futurecaptainamerica?not. (dont get me wrong i love him taking on the mantle but cap doesnt like when ppl make his nephew cry.) (dammit im spoiling my plot, the new tom holland?)

He greeted, “Hey Sam. Could you sign my test for me? I don’t know when Dad and the others are going to be back.” Sam nodded, “Sure thing kiddo.” Peter handed him the test and pretended to chose a snack to hopefully execute his plan. Sam quickly scribbled a signature saying, “Oh kiddo, you’re in deep shit. Tones used to tell us what Howard would do to him if he didn’t get a hundred. Oof boy. And I thought you were smart.” He left the test on the table and walked away.

Peter quickly took the test and retreated back in his room, tears pricking his eyes. He wasn’t stupid? Was he? Maybe he really wasn’t. He was dumb! Peter started crying, face planted into the covers. He wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear.

He must have been in there for a pretty long time because his Uncle Steve walked in, alarmed to see his nephew crying. He spoke in his gentle, “mama hen” voice, “Peter, honey, what’s wrong?” Peter just cried more. Steve nodded, “You want me to get Tony?” Peter nodded and wiped his face as he replied, “Please? Thank you.” Steve nodded and gave him a kind smile before retrieving Peter’s father.

A little while later, Tony emerged into the room with a consoling expression on his worn face. He crouched down on the floor, that way he would be eye level with his son. He spoke gently as he ran his fingers through Peter’s damp curls, “Kid, tell me what happened.” (ahaha i did it again suckas)

Peter shook as he cried, “I don’t want you to think I’m stupid.” He refused to meet Tony’s eyes because all Sam did was wound his pride even more. Tony shook his head giving him a fatherly smile, “Peter, I would never think of you as stupid. What happened?” Peter sniffed, “On the desk.”

Tony nodded as he looked over on Peter’s desk to find the red colored sixty three scribbled on the top of the page. Tony sat down and Peter expected for him to lash out. Instead he hugged Peter speaking softly, “It’s okay kiddo, we all get bad grades once in a while.”

Peter sniffled once more, “I’m sorry, Dad.  I didn’t mean to, I just didn’t understand and it was confusing and I didn’t want to bother you, you have more important things to do and,...” Tony cut him off, “Let me stop you here bud, nothing is more important to me, then you, alright?’ Peter nodded. He whispered just loud enough, “I didn’t want you to get angry at me. Sam said that your dad did bad things to you if you got bad grades.”

Tony nodded, mentally smacking Sam for scaring his kiddo telling him, “Howard did bad things to me, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to do the same to you. I would never do any of those things okay?”

Peter nodded, eyes turning hopeful, “Promise?”

Tony nodded, “Pinky.”