Stay with me kid//Irondad

Chapter 1

Peters POV

6 months.
Its been six months since ive been on the run. May tragically passed almost 1 year ago. Mr.Stark did take me in. Up until six months ago when we had that fight

Six months earlier
"Peter!!" Mr.stark yelled. You could hear the anger in his voice. It wasnt pretty. Making my way off my bed. My legs were trembeling. Why was Mr.Stark mad at me? He never really is! I enter the kitchen to see a very angry Stark. Holding a piece of paper. I gulp. Thats my report card...

"Peter, do you want to explain why you have 9 F- and 1 C+?" The explaination was pretty self-explanatory. But i knew he still wanted to hear it.

"I uhm. Stopped caring" this made him more angry.

"What do you mean you stopped caring!?!?!? All you want to do is spider-man. Im taking the suit away until your grades get back up" a pain in my heart appeared when those words were said. Attempting to fight back to win this

"B-but im nothing without that suit!"

"If youre nothing without it. Then you shouldnt have it." My throat had closed in. My eyes had formed tears. All i could say to mr.Stark was

"Fuck you!!" I yelled as i ran off to my room. Slamming the door.

"F.r.i.d.a.y. lock my door and open my window"

{Yes sir Mr.Parker}

hearing the lock click was satisfaction. Hearing the someone bang at the door was satisfaction. I grab my backpack and run around my room. Filling it up with things that will be needed. Running to the bathroom. I glance to the drawer. I need what its inside. I open the door to see my pack of 24 blades that i stole from a store. Oh wow. A hero stealing. I was desperate for blades back then. My mind was everywhere. What will the other avengers think when Mr. Stark tells them i ran away. What will Clint think? Clint is like a brother to me and it hurts to see i have to leave. What will Wanda and Natasha think. I also considered them siblings. But me and Wandas connections are stronger than Clints and Natasha

I was finished with packing. All i need now was my webshooters. I already had some money. Looking around for my shooters. I find then on the floor where my suit was. Mr.Stark said he wanted the suit. He can have it.

{Mr.Parker the door will be unlocked in 2 minutes due to Tony's orders.} Shit shit shit. Running to my web shooters i pick them up and put them on my arms. Running to the window and opening it. All of the sudden i hear my door open. Damnit. All i can do is turn around. Facing The Tony Stark. Pure fear in this eyes. I wink at him before falling back. Running off while he looks for me.

End of flashback

Ive been to many places in my six months. I left Queens almost quite instantly. I moved to Manhattan. Then to Washington. I also lived in the small citys between Manhattan and Washington. No one seems to recognize me. Well obviously. I kept my hair cut. Dyed it black. Made a new name for myself. Changed my wardrobe. The only thing people seem to notice on me is my scars and cuts. Thats all ive been doing lately. I lost my will to live. I lost everything.

Glancing around. I spot a motel. Looking down at the cash i have left. Which was about 79.42 dollars. I sigh. No motel for me tonight. Its already dark and my best spot was an alley. Making my way to the alley. I set my things down. Hoping to rest. Which i havent done lately.

Its been 2 hours now and im still awake. All ive been doing is overthinking. That always happens. Unaware of my surroundings. All of the sudden. I felt something i havent felt in months. My Spidey Senses. Instantly becoming aware of my surroundings. I notice a man with an eye patch coming closer to me. Anxiety spiked in me. Finally hes close enough. Pulling something out of his jacket. It was a photo of me.

"Have you seen this kid?"

"N-no sir"

"Cut the bullshit. I know its you Peter Parker"

"My name is Ashton Rutch"

"Is that so?" Next thing i know is that a knife if being thrown at me. I move out of the way. Bad timing

"So Ashton Rutch ill need you to come with me"

"What? No!"

"You have no choice" This man was coming even closer. I was looking for an escape but if i was to use my webshooters i would be exposed. The man grabs my hand. Im trying my hardest to get out of his grip. He pulls out a needle. Fixing his grip on it. Puts it into my arm. Releasing whatever it was in there. My eyes falling droopy. I finally realize it was a sedative. But its too late. Im already in the deep abyss