Well, Fuck.

Chapter six

"What the EVERLOVING fuck is going on?!" Tony screamed at the two of you, eyes wide in shock.

Peter scrambles to stand up from the floor, nearly falling down again in his haste to get up.

"Mr. Stark, it's not what it looks like!" Peter says frantically, standing in front of you as if protecting you from your dad, who currently was scaring the shit out of you with the angry look in his eyes.

You felt just as angry.

"Why does it matter to you? You, yet again, chose your job over family. But why am I surprised? You've been doing it my whole life! He's my soulmate, and we were not doing anything inappropriate so why does it matter?" You defended Peter, who was still blushing furiously.

Your dad stood there, gaping like a fish. His mouth opened and closed.

Peter too, looked shocked. And surprisingly pleased.

"Y/N!" Tony finally said, "you are only 22! You can't just try to kill yourself, then the next moment act like you have any right to yell at me for trying to keep you, and the whole world, safe!" Tony practically screamed.

You froze, anger flooding through your veins. "I didn't try to kill myself! Self harm isn't like that! Self harm is trying to feel something when all you ever feel is fucking numbness!"you yell back.

Tony looked like he was going to say something when Steve and Bucky ran into the room.

"Jesus Tony, calm down!" Steve says, looking back and forth from your dad to you.

Bucky practically runs to your side. He's been your rock since the Avengers made up and everyone moved back home to the tower. He was the only one who knew even a inkling of what you had gone through and about your depression, just not the full extent of it.

Trying to diffuse the tension, Bucky says, "so I hear you found your soulmate!" In the most sarcastic tone possible.

Peter, by this point, had put on a shirt, which only succeeded in making his hair look even more ruffled.

"Though, did it have to be spider boy, of all people?" Bucky jokes.

Your dad glares at Steve once more, and then storms out of the hospital room.

Your shoulders slump and you feel all your anger drain out of you like sand in an hourglass. Peter walks up to you, and gently takes your hand in his.

"I'm sorry angel. I guess he's not the man I thought he was." Peter whispers brokenly, raiding his arm to ruffle his already messed up hair.