IronDad and Spiderson One-Shots

I need you.

OKAY so everything has gone CRAZY since I updated last.

I hope everyone is doing well and taking this virus seriously, I'll admit I didn't take it as serious as it was when it first became a huge problem, mostly because I was really upset about WGI getting cancelled and all, BUT EITHER WAY I've started to do some research on it all and it's pretty bad. I'm not going to get political with you guys cause personally politics just isn't my thing, but I will tell you guys to stay healthy and wash your hands often.

ANYWHO....

This update is going to be a little darker than my past ones...

Warnings: self harm and suicide

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"Peter, you're better than this.", May said, disappointment evident in her voice, "I expect better from you."

"I know...I'm sorry." Peter said, his head hung low, "I'll be better." "That's what you said last week. I'm tired of the excuses Peter! You're 15 years old and you act like you're still 12!" May said, her voice starting to raise towards a yell, "May I act older than I am, I have straight A's in school, I have an internship with Tony freakin' Stark, I'm SpiderMan for crying out loud May!!" Peter said, quickly defending himself.

"Peter you know that's not what I mean. You're 15 years old who can't keep a job for more than two weeks!" May said, now yelling.

This wasn't the first time this fight had happened. May had lost her job six months prior and both Peter and May have gotten jobs in order to support themselves, May worked three and Peter only had one since he still had other responsibilities, but because of those he missed work often causing him to get fired rather quickly.

"May it's not like I can drop any of these things! Mr. Stark is helping me get into a good college and the people need SpiderMan." Peter cried, tears welling in his brown eyes.

"Just...go. I'll figure this out." May said grabbing the bills and walking into her room.

Peter sighed, letting tears roll down his face and he walked into his room, grabbing his suit to go on patrol. "Hello Peter, you seem to be emotional distress. Would you like to contact Mr. Stark?" Karen asked the boy, "N-no Karen don't contact him." Peter said as he swung onto a building, looking over the city, seeking out crime.

"HEY SPIDERMAN!" Someone called, and Peter looked over the edge of the building to see a man, probably in his late thirties, "Hey man! What's up?" Peter said back, immediately falling into SpiderMan's normal, relaxed attitude, "Where were you the other night?" the man called, "Could you be a bit more specific?" Peter said now realizing the man is drunk and climbing down the building towards him, the man thought for a moment before speaking, "Tuesday." Peter stopped in remembrance, Tuesday was the last day he had cut because he was doing homework when a building caught on fire and around 17 people died, the poor child thinking it was his fault.

"Man I had some stuff to catch up on so I didn't come out. Why?" Peter asked, now standing in front of the man, "That was the night my wife and son died," the man chuckled slightly, "my son, he was a huge SpiderMan fan and I thought they were right behind me but the floor caved in and they fell through and all the way out on the road, I could her my boy yelling 'SpiderMan save me!' and you never showed."

Peter froze, tears welling up in his eyes, "Sir I'm so sorry.." he began, "Sorry doesn't bring back my wife and child," the man quickly reached out grabbing the suit and pulling it close to him, "because of you I lost everything. You're a sad excuse of a hero. You say you look out for the little guy but where were you when the little guys needed you? No where to be found." The man threw Peter to the ground and stubbled off, leaving a stunned Peter Parker on the sidewalk.