wrong number kid (2.0)

6

Hey, peter?"

"Yes mr. Stark?"

"Why do you have a black eye?"

"N-no reason, sir."

Yeah right. I said it as if I were asking. Flash punched me because I didnt do his homework and then aunt may punched me for burning the food. It's not like I ever get to taste it.

"Peter, do you want something to eat?"

"Yes please mr. Stark, what do you have?"

"Well I have three pizzas, four sandwiches and some peppermints. Go ahead and help yourself. And you can listen to any music you want. Just ask FRIDAY to turn it on."

"Thank you, mr stark. FRIDAY, turn on led zeppelin's stairway to heaven."

"Hey kid, I'm gonna go get the food so you'll be by yourself, in my lab. Dont blow anything up without me. I'm guessing you have homework so get started on that."

"Yessir."

As I start on my homework my spidey sense went off and I 'dropped' my pencil and bent to pick it up. When I stood up there was an angry natasha romanov. Staring at me.

"You know little kids aren't supposed to be in here, what are you doing?" She demanded.

"I-im doing homework ms. Black widow ma'am. I'm the new intern," I say holding up my badge "ms. Black widow? I have a very important question. If there was a coffee maker that could move and make coffee and deliver it to you on it's own would you buy it?"

She looked sg me like I was crazy "that's not important, but yes I would buy it."

As I look up at her my spidey sense goes off and I glance out the window.

"Look out!"

I tell as I push her out of the way of an oncoming missile, unfortunately I wasnt fast enough and my leg got shot then buried by the remains of the shell. As black widow gets up she sees my leg buried under the missile and all the blood.

"Kid why aren't you freaking out. You just got hit with a missile." She asked starting to unbury my leg.

"I'm fine it doesn't hurt that much, honestly I've had worse."

"Worse than getting hit by a missile? I highly doubt that. Give me an example." She gasps when she uncovers my leg and sees all the bruises and the self inflicted cuts. "Why. Your to young to even... why?"

"Its nothing, like I said I've had worse. Like getting buried alive, getting shot while watching my uncle die from the same thing, you know, the usual." As I pull my sweatpants leg down Mr. Stark walks in.

"What happened to my intern? FRIDAY said there was an aerial attack. Why is my intern bleeding out in the floor?" He asked as he called someone and said to get ready cause his interns leg almost got blown off by a missile.

Peter:
Hey anthony?
My leg almost got blown off.
At SI
and black widow saw my leg
And she saw the self harm scars.
What do I do.

Tony:
Oh sorry kid. I was busy.
What?!
What?!
What?!
What?!
And
Why kid?
Your too young for depression

Peter:
No I'm not. When I was nine I was too young.
Cutting is my method of coping.
It's not your business
Or your problem

Tony:
Peter...
What could make you do something like that at age nine?

Peter:
none of your business
So are you gonna tell me how to hide the scars or not?!

Tony:
I'm sorry kid
You need help.
You cant do that to yourself
And think that its fine.

I cant tell him that I got them from may and spider-manning, so self harm it is