Ill Dry Your Tears

No One Wants You

His eyes slowly started to blink open. There is no lights on, but it still felt bright. There was a crack open from the closed blinds. The light from the moon sweeping through.

He groaned and rubbed his eyes. His back hurt bad, but not too bad. He's had worse.

He finally sat up. He wasn't in his bed. Where was he?

Tony looked around, and after a couple minutes he could make it out as Bruce's lab. He yawned, covering his mouth. He pushed himself off the doctors bed looking thing. When did they get that?

He stood up and wobbled a bit. When he was finally steady he walked towards the door.

How'd he get here? He didn't remember being down here. He racked his brain for what happened last.

Okay, he remembered trying to cheer Peter up. He brought him down to the lab. He didn't remember what they worked in, but he remembered going upstairs for some reason. He couldn't remember what though. He thinks he got into an argument with someone, but he couldn't remember who or why.

Steve. He remembered talking to Peter about Steve. But that's all he could recall.

He finally made it to the elevator.

"Friday, where is everyone?" He asked, his voice groggy.

"They are all asleep, boss." He sighed. Maybe he would just go upstairs and make himself a cup of coffee and watch something. He wasn't tired in the slightest, but not that he ever really was.

-

Peter booted up in bed, screaming.

He was breathing heavily. He covered his mouth, hoping no one heard him scream. When he didn't hear movement for a good minute, he relaxed.

He thought about the dream he just had. What did it mean? Was... was Tony going to die? Did everyone blame him for Tony fainting? Did everyone know he was Spider-Man? What did it all mean?

He brought his hand up to feel his eyes. Okay, so he wasn't crying or his tears weren't watering. So that part was just a Dream. But how much of it was just a dream?

He slowly laid back down. He closed his eyes, trying to fall back asleep. But after ten minutes he knew he would never be able to, and he didn't want another dream.

He boosted up out of his bed. His bead. That was weird to think of for him. But how long could he say that?

He went to the living space to have some cereal. But when he looked in the cabinet his eyes widened. Who owned this much cereal? He knew they were rich and superheroes and all, but why that much cereal. Was any expired? Because there looked to be tons on end of cereal.

He just pulled out the classic Cinnamon Toast Crunch (which he, by the way, had to search for a long time. Long. Time.) and got a bowl. He poured some into the bowl and put it back in the cabinet. He went to the fridge and got some milk. He poured milk into the cereal filled bowl.

He had to search a few drawers for the silverware drawer. He got a spoon out. He saw a huge spoon that looked way too big for any average sized person. But then again there was no average human being in this household. Maybe the spoon was for Hulk? Peter wanted to laugh at that. Hulk? Using a spoon? Yeah, no way.

He brought his cereal over to the couch. There's nothing really to watch. Peter just sat there eating in silence.

I can't believe you did this to him. You were so much to handle you gave him a heart attack!

You know no one wants you. Tony only pitied you. It was only a matter of time before he realized you were shit.

Was Tony going to leave him? Kick him out? Send him into the system? Tony didn't want him. Tony doesn't want him.

He felt his eyes start to water.

No. He couldn't cry now, he was being so strong. Oh, who was he kidding? He wasn't crying because he didn't. Not because he was strong. He wasn't strong.

How could he be strong? He couldn't protect his Uncle or his Aunt. They were both gone because of him. The tears started to fill up more.

And now Tony realized he wasn't worth it either. He was just a kid who couldn't do anything by himself. How could he be Spider-Man? He can't be Spider-Man.

A tear fell down his cheek, and then another, and then another. His bod started to shake, and the bowl full of cereal and milk fell down. It got all over the couch and the ground.

Peter wanted to scream, but he didn't want to wake anyone up. God if someone saw him now it'd be just another reason for them to send him away.

He got up and went to the kitchen. He got a rag and went back and started to clean the floor.

He wanted to kick or throw something. But with his super strength he knew he'd break it.

He threw the rag into the kitchen come he was done cleaning. It landed on the ground next to the sink. Peter let out an 'ugh'. He was so done.

He sat on the wet couch, not even caring. His eyes were still watering.

You know no one wants you. Tony only pitied you. It was only a matter of time before he realized you were shit.

You know no one wants you. Tony only pitied you.

You know no one wants you.

No one wants you.

The tears were now streaming down Peter's cheeks fast. He was feeling sorry for himself.

Ik such a disappointment. I'm pathetic. I'm-

He broke into a fit of sobs. He put his head in his hands.

-

"Peter is in the living space," Friday announced while the elevator moved up. Woah, she couldn't have told him before? And what was Peter doing up this late?

The elevator Electronic hologram clock read 2:52 am. So why was he still awake? He might have fallen asleep in the couch.

The elevator dinged open. Tony walked into the huge open area. He started to walk towards the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee. But he stopped dead in his tracks when he heard a noise.

A sob.

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Okay Ik this is supposed to be sad and all but I'm cringing. Peter is sitting on a damp couch that's wet from milk. Am I only one like... ew?

Whatcha think? I wanna know.

-Love You All💞