Flower Child (Peter Parker, MCU)

Daily Dose of Iron (Man)

Thunderstruck - Live - 1991 - AC/DC

Peter watched sullenly from a rooftop as several boats helped to guide the ferry back to land. It wouldn't stay mended for long, despite the fact that Iron Man repaired it himself. The boat was split in half, it was completely done for.

As soon as the situation was handled, Peter could hear the sound of Iron Man flying closer to him. He knew he was in trouble, but the glum expression couldn't seem to be wiped off of his face. He couldn't, however, calm his racing heart.

"Previously on 'Peter Screws the Pooch'," Came the voice of Tony Stark, accompanied by the stoic face of the Iron Man suit. "I tell you to stay away from this. Instead, you hacked a multi-million dollar suit so you could sneak around behind my back and do the one thing I told you not to do." His words grew less sarcastic and more angry as he ranted.

Peter bit back his retort. "Is everyone okay?" He asked, his voice strained. That was first and foremost.

"No thanks to you."

Peter whipped his head back around to face Iron Man. "No thanks to me?" He hopped up from his spot on the rooftop and began to approach the hovering suit of armor. "Those weapons were out there, and I tried to tell you about them, but you didn't listen. Okay, none of this would've happened if you had just listened to me!" Feeling spiteful as the armor landed in front of him, Peter spat, "If you even cared, you'd actually be here."

The disapproving face of Tony Stark appeared from behind the metal mask. He detached himself from the suit and calmly strode forward, while a startled Peter backed away. "I did listen, kid. Who do you think called the FBI, huh?

"Did you know I was the only one who believed in you? Everyone else thought I was crazy to recruit a fourteen-year-old kid."

"I'm fifteen," Peter quietly corrected.

It was the wrong thing to say. "No, this is where you zip it! Okay?" Tony's anger was palpable, but the feeling of disappointment was worse. "The adult is talking. What if somebody had died? Different story, right? Because that's on you. And if you died?" Tony grew quiet. "I feel like that's on me. I don't need that on my conscience."

"Yes, sir, I-"

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry-"

"Sorry doesn't cut it."

"I just wanted to be like you," Peter said desperately.

Tony shook his head. "And I wanted you to be better."

A conversation Peter had had earlier that day came to the forefront of his mind. How Tony sounded just like her made Peter even more resentful. "You sound just like Lila."

"Oh, so someone told you this before?" Peter missed the calculating look in Tony's eye. "You know, it's a damn miracle that you have friends who talk sense to you when you clearly don't even listen to them." Then, after a moment where Tony merely regarded Peter, he stated, "Okay. It's not working out, I'm gonna need the suit back."

Peter's stomach hit the floor. "For how long?"

"Forever."

"No, no, no, please, please," He was close to tears. "You don't understand, this is all I have. I'm nothing without this suit."

An accusatory finger was pointed at Peter when Tony firmly told him, "If you're nothing without the suit, then you shouldn't have it." He then shut his eyes and cringed. "God, I sound like my dad."

Peter, unbelieving that this was happening, shook his head. "I don't have any other clothes."

"Okay, we'll sort that out." Tony replied, unperturbed.