Peter Parker's Family

I'm sorry Mr. Stark

[Peter's POV]

MJ glared at me as I continued to drum my fingers on the desk nervously, "Hey loser, can you stop that shit?"

Rolling my eyes playfully, I stopped drumming my fingers before anxiously staring at the clock.

MJ simply raised an eyebrow before shrugging her shoulders and continuing her book, ignoring the slight glare from the teacher.

A bright smile erupted on my face as the loud dismal bell rang, quickly packing my stuff like the others.

"Remember to finish analyzing Documents C, D and E. Finish the questions and make sure to annotate as this will be due by the end of tomorrow's period. Have a nice day everyone!"

Quickly making a mental note of the homework, I basically ran out of the classroom before jogging towards the front.

A sleek black Mercedes caught the attention of many students but their expressions morphed from amazement to surprised as they saw me getting in.

Happy quickly glanced at me through the rear view mirror before letting out a sigh, "How was class kid?"

My eyes immediately widened with excitement as I began to ramble on about my day, leaving out the part when Flash poured his milk on me along with smushing his lunch on my face.

Immediately, Happy looked like he regretted asking me as I rambled on how much my Physics teacher enjoyed my thesis essay on the Quantum theory and wanted to show it to some professors at MIT.

Soon enough we reached the tower and Happy let out a sigh of relief as I got out.

I chuckled before quickly walking towards the tower, Happy already gone as soon as I was a few steps away from the front door.

Walking with a slight bounce in my step, I smiled warmly at the receptionist, Ms. Kyle, "Afternoon Ms. Kyle."

She chuckled lightly, "Afternoon Pete."

Making my towards the card slots, I took out my red tinted badge before quickly sliding it and smiling brightly as Friday greeted me, "Good afternoon Mr. Parker. Would you like me to inform boss about your arrival?"

"Sure Fri and good afternoon to you too" I answered, smiling even more widely.

Friday opened the elevator doors, allowing me to walk in, before closing them shut and marking floor 93 as the stopping floor.

In a few minutes, I reached the top floor and I couldn't help bite my lip nervously as I stepped into the living room.

Before I could ask, Friday already answered, "Mr. Stark is in his personal lab. However, he has requested to be left alone in the meantime."

At this, my eyebrows scrunched slightly in confusion before biting my lip nervously, "O-Okay. Tell him I'll be in the living room if he needs me."

Friday answered, almost sympathetically, "Of course Mr. Parker."

Deciding to make a small snack for me and for Mr. Stark, I headed to the kitchen before taking out some tortillas and some shredded white cheese.

Turning on the stove, I grabbed a tortilla before quickly placing it on top of one of the burners.

In a few seconds, I quickly flipped it before waiting another moment.

Grabbing two plates, I let out a small yelp as I smelled a horrible burning scent.

Turning around quickly, I dropped the two plates on the ground as I left them on the near edge of the counter and my movement pushed them to the side.

"Oh my fucken god" a loud voice yelled.

My heart stopped for a moment before I realized the tortilla was still burning.

Turning off the stove, I picked the tortilla before letting it fall to the floor as it burned my hand.

Before I could do anything else, an angry voice stopped me, "What the fuck did you do Peter!?"

Biting my lip softly, I couldn't help but stare sadly at my mentor, "I-I'm sorry, I was just trying to make q-quesadillas."

Mr. Stark's eyes seemed to soften for a second before they returned to glaring angrily at me, "Look at the mess you created! What the fuck!"

Tears brimmed my eyes as I looked down at my shoes in shame.

He let out an annoyed groan before angrily saying, "go get something to pick it up."

Nodding my head, I turned around and got a broom before sweeping the glass into the center of the kitchen.

Placing the broom next to the counter, I went to get a dustpan.

Unfortunately, my leg slightly brushed against the broom which led to it falling to its side, knocking down 2 glass cups.

Mr. Stark let out a growl, "What the hell! You can never do anything fucken right! Let me just fucken do it, you can just escort yourself out."

My heart pounded in my chest as tears escaped my eyes.

I nodded slightly before turning around and grabbing my stuff, sniffling slightly, "I'm sorry Mr. Stark."

Running out of the kitchen, I let out a small choked sob as tears slowly streamed down my face.

As I ran towards the elevator, I didn't hear Mr. Stark let out a choked cry, "Wait! I'm sorry kid! Please, come back!"

But by then, I was long gone.

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A/N: I'm so sorry.

- xoxo,
the author