IronDad One Shots // IronDad And SpiderSon

Don't Let Anyone Know -2-

After Bruce had delivered the life changing news, Peter had felt numb. He didn't register the grip on his hand tightening form a petrified Mr Stark, nor did he notice May's hands fling up to her mouth to conceal her sobs, as if she had been pinged from an elastic band.

He felt as if he were floating in his barren mind, every possible outcome, every new choice, every new treatment, his future, holy shit, am I even going to live to graduation?, rushing at him with unforgiving taunts, plauging his every thought.

A brain tumor, a quite small tumor on the left side of his brain, but far too big to be ignored in the slightest. He felt like he was goign to be sick, out of all the people in the world who have been cursed with this cruel disease, why him?

What had he done wrong in the world? He always tried to be nice, even when it was so hard, even to those who wronged him. He put others before himself, to the point where his own safety was disregarded in order to focus on someone else's well-being. He saved people's lives on a daily basis, prevented robberies, rapists, muggings, car crashes, suicides- he simply could not escape the Parker Luck. Now he was goin g to die, and join his parents and uncle.

The gummy snakes rose in his throat, and spilled across the bedsheets,a long with everything else he had eaten in the last twenty four hours.

He burst into tears.

"Are you sure about this?" Tony looked at Peter through the mirror, the small boy displaying a wide smile. Both May and Pepper were relaxing against the wall of the bathroom, phones out and recording, trying to suppress their giggles to each other.

The clippers whirred to life, buzzing in their threatening manor. peter nodded with a smile, running his hands through his curly locks one last time.

"Do it!"

They both screamed dramatically as the clippers neared his hair, cutting one strand into two as the lock fell to the floor in all of its curling glory.

Peter and Tony shared a look, as if to say; my god, how dramatic are we? The answer was clear, and they let out a tentative laugh.

"Oh, oh! Give me a Mohawk," Peter exclaimed, wriggling in his seat with anticipation, all nerves being diminished as he watched Tony work the razor into his untameable hair. "That would look sick!"

"Alright, but you gotta stop squirming, kid."
Peter flashed his signature toothy grin, taking multiple selfies to send to the three-person group chat, most of them being everyone in the room throwing up as many gang signs they knew.

-.-

It didn't take very long to finish the buzz cut Peter was advised to get, he rushed his fingers over his hairless scalp, shrieking with disbelief.

"This is so crazy, May!" He said, rushing over to her and hugging her tightly. "I've always wanted to know what I would look like without hair. What do you think, do I pull it off?" He was, as always, speaking a mile a minute. May followed Peter's previous actions, running her fingers a top the new hair style.

"It looks great, totally bad ass," she wrapped her arms around his giddy frame, chuckling at his excitement. It soon turned into a group hug, everyone clasping each other, what could have been something somber, just turned exciting thanks to the teen's unusual excessive energy.

I'm sorry I really can't write anymore.

This is such an embarrassment of a chapter.

It's been a month or two and this is all I can manage?

It's pathetic

I'd been two months clean and that's completely ruined I have to go to er great

This is text to speech now can't move hands  so sorry if it's wrong I can write because I get scared and panic attack come so I'm sorry for that it's Christmas what have I done shit what the shit
Goodbye all will try to write more soon i an sorry so sorry sorry