Spidey Tot

It Mattered to That One

Notes:

Tis yet another Friday to bring us more adorable Pete and jerk Tony!! I'm glad you all seem to be as upset about Tony as I was, it was hard to write him so heartless but it was a blast to write his character development. Some of which we might see today...👀 We also get to see more of our fan favorite Stebe and some comforting Jarbis :')

DOUBLE FANART SPECIAL: Please check out the fanart by @fiapie_01 on my Instagram @kevy_fanfics! She drew Peter in his bumblebee rainboots with STEBE!!!❤
https://www.instagram.com/p/B1EhmOJg9Li/
I would also like to thank a longtime commenter SuperHeroTiger for some amazing fanart of last chapter's press conference!! Their super supportive and the art is absolutely precious💙
https://superherotiger2point0.tumblr.com/post/186909607183/quick-irondad-drawing-of-the-new-chapter-fake-it

Have fun and stay safe!❤🧡💛💚💙💜

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Peter suddenly shoots up in his bed, sweating and disoriented. Quickly falling tears dampen his cheeks and ragged breaths make his lungs burn. He hates it when it feels like there's a fire in his chest. When he can't stop crying, he roughly grips his hair and falls back down to sob into the pillows. After spending a few months in the orphanage, he figured out that he can cry as much as he wants if he quiets it with a pillow. That way no one will come looking while he's upset.

"Peter, are you alright?" The unexpected voice causes Peter to jump and his hold on the pillow to tighten. He hugs Stebe closer as he hiccups through his cries. "Would you like me to wake up Mr. Stark?" J.A.R.V.I.S. offers politely. Peter shakes his head into the pillow. He can be strong.

"I can do it by myself," the crying boy hiccups. He pulls Stebe closer in a vain attempt to comfort himself.

"I see..." J.A.R.V.I.S. goes through his options. He should probably relay Peter's distress to Tony, but Tony hasn't expressed a want to help the boy thus far. Plus, it seems that someone's help might exacerbate his panic. That just leaves Peter to go through it alone, or for J.A.R.V.I.S. to step in. "Would you like to talk to me instead?" J.A.R.V.I.S. kindly offers in a soft tone. Peter sniffs before raising his head away from the pillow and towards the ceiling.

"You wanna listen?" he asks, his eyes already puffy and red.

"It would be my pleasure." With J.A.R.V.I.S.'s confirmation, Peter slowly sits up. He folds his legs in the criss-cross-applesauce position and places Stebe under his chin.

"I, I saw...my mama and daddy," he whispers with a trembling lip. "They had to go to Heaven." He recites what he was told a few months ago, but it feels like forever.

"I'm sorry to hear that," J.A.R.V.I.S. says sympathetically as the child wipes away his tears.

"I don't know where that is, but that's what eberybody says." Silence envelopes the room. J.A.R.V.I.S. was prepared to comfort a child, but he wasn't aware that he would be comforting a grieving child. This changes his approach. "Do you think they're happy, Jarbis?" Peter asks, his voice wobbling with barely contained emotion.

"I do believe so, yes. They have a wonderful son to look over," J.A.R.V.I.S. assures without hesitation. Peter doesn't know why the support makes him cry more, but he simply continues to wipe away the tears.

"They're not gonna come back..." he states it rather than asks it. He's a smart kid for his age. Peter somewhat understands that death is irreversible and grasps its finality. He just hasn't had anyone to talk about it with. The adoption agency had tried to find him a therapist or grievance counselor, but everything got cut short in favor of the adoption with Tony.