Starker Oneshots

I miss him (Alternate Ending)

Peters 16, Tony's 48
I know, scandalous

Peter POV

I miss him. God, I miss him. I don't know how much longer I can take it. How is he just sitting there acting like everything is fine? I hate him.

I could try to pretend like nothing happen. Like the past 5 months of my life didn't exist. However, they did happen and I fell in love. So, how the hell is Tony completely ok with this? It's only been 2 weeks and he's already over me?

-flashback-

I walk into the tower after class, excited to see my boyfriend and work in the lab. When I get inside I see Tony sitting at his workstation, clearly upset.

"Tony, what's up?" I ask as I walk towards him. He looks up at me with no emotion in his eyes, but trying to hide his shaking hands.

"Peter, we need to talk." He says and I'm taken aback. He hardly ever uses my full name unless it's something serious. I take a seat next to him at the desk. I reach out to grab his hand but he backs away.

"I..." still shocked, I can't even form a sentence. Why didn't Tony want to hold my hand? Why do we need to talk? I look at him with pleading eyes, begging him silently to explain what's happening. He sighs.

"I'm sorry... Things are getting out of control with this." When he says 'this' he gestures between the two of us. He lowers his voice and leans forward so he's closer to me. "You're 16, Peter. We just can't be together. I'm sorry." He finishes and stands up and places his hand on my shoulder as he walks away.

I sit there, in his lab, in shock. Did he just break up with me? He didn't even let me say anything! I quietly start sobbing and shove my face into my hands.

-end flashback-

And now he's acting like nothing happened? He's laughing and smiling and pretending like our entire relationship didn't happen. I hate it.

Right now Tony, Steve, Nat, Bucky and I are all sitting in the lounge watching tv. Tony's sitting next to me, why is he sitting next to me? Natasha is sitting on the other side of Tony on the couch. Steve and Bucky are in the other couch, cuddling.

I hate that they can be together and in love and I can't be. I don't realize I'm glaring at them until Steve shoots me a confused look. I quickly look down at my lap and feel myself blush in embarrassment. I think for a moment then decide 'fuck it' and stand up. I leave the lounge and see everyone watching me storm away.

I get to my room and slam my door shut. I flop down onto my bed and shove my face into the pillow. I scream into it and thankfully it muffled most of it. Tears stream down my face and why? Did I really mean that little to Tony that it's not phasing him at all.

I cry for another 20 minutes and eventually they turn into sniffles. My face is still shoved into the pillow. I hear a knock at the door and just by the force and speed it's at, I can tell it's Tony. Some people just have the same knock for everything.

"FRIDAY lock the door." I announce to the room.

"FRIDAY do not lock the door!" I hear Tony from the other side of the door. He sounds mad.

"Yes, sir. Unlocking door." She says and I quickly sit up at her response.

"FRIDAY I said lock the door!" I say with such anger in my voice I don't even recognize it.

"I'm sorry, Mr Parker, but Mr Stark programmed me to always obey his order above anyone else's." And as she says that I see the handle turn. My eyes widen and Tony steps in. He shuts the door behind him and I look down at my lap.

He makes his way over to the bed and waits for a minute. I'm assuming he's asking if he can sit there and is waiting for me to allow him but I don't. He sighs and sits down anyway.

I scoot back slightly, away from him. Why would he come in here when he knows he's the last person I want to see right now?

"Pete, what happened back there?" He asks. God, his voice sounds concerned but also so velvety. I shrug nonchalantly, still not looking up at him. "Is it about Steve a-"

"Obviously it's about Steve and Bucky! Why do they get to be happy and together and we can't? Who decides that? But I guess even if we could be together, you wouldn't want to. God, was I really that easy to forget about?" I look into his eyes and scream in his face.

"Stop."

"All those months I thought you cared about me! That you gave a shit about me even a little bit. But now I clearly see that I was wrong because you are living your best fuckin life without me!" I yell at him and he grabs my hand that's been sitting in my lap.

"Don't you dare say this has been easy for me! Don't you fucking dare." He says, clearly upset. The burning look in his eyes is too intense and I look at the wall across from us. "This has been one of the hardest things I've done. Not being able to kiss you? Baby, that's the worst thing in the entire world."

I feel tears form in my eyes and look down at his hand holding mine. "You never said why we had to break up. And you seemed completely fine, I thought you got over me.." I whisper and he sighs.

"I know. I'm sorry I never explained it fully. But it's illegal, Peter. Until you're 17 we can't be together. If we get caught I could go to jail." He explains and I never thought of it that way. "And I always seem fine. You know how good I am at hiding my true emotions, Petey." He says with a small chuckle. I squeeze his hand and look up at him.

"Why can't we just make sure we don't get caught? My birthday isn't for another 3 months! I can't wait that long. I've missed you already too much." I say and lean forward. He leans in too and we're kissing. We're finally kissing again after what felt like forever. But then it's over.

"We can't, baby, we can't." Tony whispers, slightly out of breath. I place a hand on his chest and grab his shirt.

"I need you. You need me. We need this, please." I plead and try to see if I can read his mind through his eyes. What are you thinking in there? He bites his lip in thought and I feel shivers go down my body. "Please." I whisper again.

He lets go of my hand and stands up. His face is cold again, obviously hiding his true emotions. "We can't, Peter. 3 months isn't that long." And with that he walks out.

That's not how I thought that conversation would go. Especially not after that perfect kiss. I put my hands to my face and let out a heart wrenching sob.

I miss him so much.