Tony's kids oneshots

Civil war aftermath

Peter's POV

I hate this. Every single little part of this. All of it. People tell me it would get better, but how could it?!

My parents got divorced.
I'm being split up from Harley who was living with Tony still while I have to live with Steve.
I won't be able to see Tony in months.
And I'm expected to like Bucky.

So many things were going wrong. So so wrong. Obviously I would still be with Harley in school, but it wouldn't be the same. At all. I've been there for a day, and I'm already homesick.

I'm in my room, doing homework. At least, I was told it was my room. It wasn't right though, the room wasn't mine without all the nerdy posters and high tech computers, it wasn't the same without mine and Harley's bunk beds, or the wardrobe that was overflowing with Harley's clothes while my one was almost empty. None of me, Ned's and Harley's Lego sets. Just a bed, a desk, a small wardrobe and a couple of boxes that weren't yet unpacked. But as much as I hate my new life, I have to deal with it.

Harley's POV

I blinked back a few tears as I stared down at the image of me and my brother before putting it back on my desk. It didn't feel right, the nerdy posters on the walls, the now empty wardrobe, the bottom bunk. This room is Peter's as much as it is mine. Nothing felt right.

Dad's been upset and stressed lately, often locking himself in the lab. Sure, I see Peter at school but it's not the same. And he mentioned something about maybe having to move since Midtown was too far from his new home. If our dad wasn't a billionaire we could hang out, but we don't feel like being bombarded with questions about the divorce by the press.

I eat dinner in silence in my room, not feeling like sitting at the dinner table with the two empty seats.