Spiderson Oneshots

In Which Peter Has A New Teacher: Part Three - Finale

Warning: Skip Westcott and graphic scenes but none of that - I will bold the paragraphs that might make some people uncomfortable.

Peter felt his stomach drop and churn as the bus pulled to a stop outside the Avengers Tower. He could feel Skip's hand on his lower back guiding him off the bus and into the tower. He could hear the awe in his classmate's voices as Iron Man himself announced his arrival to tour the group. Peter, however, didn't care: he was more focused on the hand on his lower back that was burning into his skin. He wanted to throw up. He wanted to cry. He wanted to scream for Mr Stark - scratch that -his dad to help him, to save him; but he didn't, too afraid of what the person connected to the arm on his back would do.

The tour began and they all scanned their guest passes, apart from Peter who didn't need to. Their tour guide, Tony Stark, was talking about all of his departments, workers, and inventions with pride as he led the class through different areas of the tower.

"Einstein," Skip whispered as he looked down at Peter. "We need to use the bathroom. Where is it?"

He gripped Peter's arm tightly for extra measure, making sure Peter showed him. The boy breathed in deeply to hold back a sob before bring up his shaking arm to point to the hallway.

Skip leaned over to the teachers' aid to let her know that he was supervising a student that needed to use the bathroom before pulling Peter away. Peter knew better than to fight back.

~

The tour group moved onto a new floor and into a new room. Tony was explaining what goes on in the current lab when a small robot whirled and glided over to Tony. The man laughed and bent down to pet the robot.

"Hey, Twobit. how are you, buddy?" The robot in question whirled again. "Why aren't you in my lab? How did you get out again?"

Tony looked up at the tour group and stood up with a proud smile on his face.

"This little guy, Twobit, was designed by one of your classmates - Peter Parker," Tony saw the class look astonished. "Where is Peter anyway? Pete, do you want to come up and say a bit about Twobit?"

Silence.

"Peter?" Tony questioned, voice laced with worry, and the students looked around for their classmate.

"FRIDAY?" Tony yelled with urgency in his voice. "FRIDAY, where is Peter?" 

"Boss, Peter is in the 22nd-floor visitor bathroom," Stark sighed in relief. "However, he appears to be getting attacked."

And with that, Tony had bolted out of the room and into the elevator, shouting 'floor twenty-two, FRIDAY! And get security!'.

~

Skip locked the bathroom door as he pushed Peter inside. He turned around to face Peter and pushed the boy against the wall behind him, trapping him between his arms. Tears began to trail down Peter's face - oh how he wanted his dad at this moment; how he wishes he told his dad after the first attack.

He could feel his attacker's hand grip his arm tightly and push him against the wall as the other hand trailed down his body, groping and pinching him. Skip's mouth was bitting and licking his neck. One hand went down and started unbuckling Peter's belt and the boy started sobbing.

The door burst open as Skip got Peter's belt undone and Peter looked over to see his father with security behind him.

"Da-d," Peter choked out and Tony's heart broke. This wasn't how he ever imagined Peter calling him 'dad' for the first time, and Tony's heart would have soared instead of breaking.

He charged over and slammed Skip into a wall, effectively knocking him out, before turning and gripping his son tightly. The class, who had just caught up to Tony, watched in shock as their science teacher was dragged out of the bathroom by security with a massive bump on his head.

"Oh my god, Peter," Tony cried into his son's hair. "Peter."

"Dad," Peter sobbed into Tony's shirt, clutching the man tightly.

"It's gonna be okay, Peter," Tony reassured. "This is not your fault. Not now, not ever."

Wow, what did you guys think? I did change the ending from what was requested and left it up to your imagination of what happens next. 

-J