Broken Web

three moths later

Tony Stark

I sighed while rubbing my eyes. It had been another sleepless night while upgrading my lazers on my suite. Just something about the equation isn't making any sense. I sighed again. It was gonna be an even longer day.

I dropped my head down letting out a yawn. It was peacefully quiet until the sound of the door to the opening broke it. " Out!" I said sharply. I wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone today. Even if it was a lab assistant.

"Coffee" the deep voice replied.

I looked up to see Stephen walking towards me with four cups of the drink in a holder. I let a soft smile lay on my lips as I take them from the Doctor.

"Thank you," I say and take a gulp of the stuff burning the insides of my mouth and letting out a sound of approval.

My eyes land again on the man who brought me the goods. The man that helped me through a lot after I lost my wife and daughter in a house fire. The man that helped me recover after I had a break down two months ago.

"Don't mention it," Stephen said with a small smile that mimics my own. "Another long night?" He asked while looking at the desk that was littered with paperwork, paper ball and only God knows what else. 

"I guess you could say that. " I grumbled as I looked over everything. "So what is everyone doing?" I asked trying to veer his attention away from the mess. I will most likely end up going through a "perfectionist frenzy" and clean the whole room twice over.

"Well Clints come back to visit so has Loki, Bucky and Steve are on the main floor watching a movie Wander went out with Nat and Bruce is working in his lab." The doctor replied while placing the rest If the coffee down on a nearby table.

"S- " "Peter Parkers school reports in sir" the computerised voice of Friday interjected me. I sighed with a slight growl. "Friday I said not-" "you also said to alert you when Peter Parkers school attendance dropped below 98%. In which it has sir. " Friday replied. I groaned in annoyance. 'I'm going to have to do some re-coding in my 'spear ' time. So what if the kid has a few days off.

"Fine," I said tiredly "how quote on quote 'bad' is it Friday?." I asked while sipping my coffee.

"It has dropped by 32"- this made me spit my coffee out "percent, sir. He is now an attendance of 32 percent and a daily absent of 166 sessions." The computerised voice replied. 

"What!" I exclaimed as I grabbed a tissue to clean my self up. What does this kid think he's doing!

I felt my blood boil and rush to my head. My hands clench around the paper cup I was holding. I clenched my teeth so bad I could feel a migraine forming (however it could also be from the lack of sleep and the caffeine I've had within the last hour)

"Whats Peter Parkers grades Friday? " Stephen asked looking at the computer we're a hologram of Parker's school report was posted. I swear if these kids grades dropped below a B I will have words with him and his Aunt.

"They are averaging a C-" I took in a sharp intake of breath. How dare this kid throw his life away.

"It has also been reported that he has had detention 32 times and has been suspended once for a week " Friday reported.

Suspended? Suspended! That's it this kid needs a talking to! I turned around sharply grabbing a jacket on the way out.

"Where are you going?" Stephen asked. No doubt with his arms crossed tightly.
"To have a talk with him!" I replied sharply.

"No. You need a shower first and he'll be in school. If he's there. " The doctor called after me.

"If he's there" my ass. He better be there I thought as I turned towards my bedroom.

*****
Peter Parker  ❗❗(mentions of  EDs)

"I know things have been hard going since you lost the internship and everything that's been going on with your Aunt and going into hospital Mr Parker but you need to keep pushing!" The school's councillor pleaded with me as the bell rang. Thank fucking God

I stood up immediately as the sound registers in my head. I rushed towards the door

"Remember Peter your attitude determines your directions!" she called after me.

I felt my eyes roll back hard. What a cliche thing to say. She should get that on a shirt the number of times she says that. Along with "growth mindset is key" it makes me sick.

I open the door to be met, Michael Johnson. My "assistance" in other words my tattle tail who reports everything I do to the doctors back at the Psych ward. Yes, I know shocker. Peter Parker, spiderman is on a fucking psych ward. Yay.

My nurse Michael wasn't anything special. Brown hair, brown eyes. Slightly tanned skin from his holidays. He looked lanky but he was very strong. All you need is to be retained by him and you understand.

"Finished so soon?" He asked in slight confusion. His Brooklyn accent showing through a bit.
"Her voice was annoying me" I replied and started walking towards my locker feeling him follow being me.

I opened my locker and grabbed everything out and turning around. Michael blocked my path, however. "lunch bag." He demanded. I felt my self clear at him and handed him a brown paper bag.

He looked through it. Sighing heavily he handed it back. "Really Peter? You've touched one thing
The water. " he sighed disappointedly. I guess he trusted me too much to eat lunch alone without him. 
"I wasn't hungry," I replied quietly. Right on queue, a packet fell on the floor. He picked it up before I could and looked at it. "Peter!" He exclaimed. "They're already talking about making you a full inpatient. If you don't start cooperating they'll put you on the Cloud Program," he explained and healed up the gum packet I managed to get my hands on.

I sighed. "I'm guessing I'm not getting that back?" I muttered. Michael gave me a hard look in return.

"Let's get you back." Michael said after a long pause.

We both started to walk to his car.