𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝙾𝚏 𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛

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Description: irondad and spideyson fluff. Tony saves peter from drowning.

Trigger warning: Includes depressing thoughts and attempted suicide. Verbal and physical abuse. Yes, ik this is dark. But it's for the sake of the story
(Btw in this story they're still at the avenger's tower)
Another thing, this is NOT starker. Enjoy~
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It was rather a glum morning for Peter. Saying the morning, let alone the whole day went by okay, would be an absolute understatement.

The morning started off with him missing his alarm, forgetting his lunch, and missed breakfast. He already knew the day would be shit. As he made his way to his locker, after 20 dreadful minutes on the bus.

His under bags were prominent, and his brown hair laid messily on his head. He made it through the day. Though he was unfocused and half asleep. Not to mention he hadn't had the 2 first meals of the day and had a late-night stopping a robbery. He was mostly unscathed by flash, leaving out the few hurtful comments he'd point out about his appearance and his crap life.

At last, it was the end of the day
He bid farewell to MJ and Ned and went to the library to return his book. Before he made his way outside, he was roughly grabbed by the shoulder and shoved into the lockers.

Peter's pov
'Great, of course, my parker luck would not let me end the school day peacefully.'

"Hey there penis, you think I'd let you off that easily"
I sighed, tired of his bullshit and rolled my eyes, not in the mood. He, of course, noticed this simple but effective eye roll, which pissed him off.

He shoved me harder into the lockers, the harsh metal digging into my back.

"You know parker, you really aren't that smart, you're just a piece of shit who has no family," he said punching mine in the jaw. I would've fought back, but I had to keep up the "weak peter parker" facade, to hide my identity, even though I can knock him out with a simple punch.
He repeated the action once more but in the stomach

"No wonder all your family left, your such a worthless untalented brat, you should've gone along and died with them"
He shoved me to the ground and started kicking me repeatedly in the ribs. Thankfully nothing has broken but that would for sure leave a bad bruise. He punched me in the nose for the last time before leaving, whispering harmful words in my ear.

I stood up 5 minutes after he left, feeling the scarlet blood dripping down my chin, onto my shaggy grey hoodie.
I pulled my hoodie over my head, wiped the blood off my nose with my sleeve, and walked away, bag on my shoulders.

Instead of heading to the train station, I made my way to an old rickety bridge. Negative thoughts started filling my head.
I heard the sound of ringing from my phone, vibrating in my pocket, I picked it up. It was tony. I ignored it and continued my way to the bridge.
"You're so worthless"
"You're untalented"
"You're unimportant"
"You're so stupid"

The closer I got to the bridge, the worse the words became. As I finally arrived at the edge to the bridge, I jumped off, my final thought being

"You should go kill yourself "

which I gladly did,
And sunk into the water.

Tony's pov
It was a regular day at the avenger's tower. I had a few meetings, organized my work, more meetings, staying in my lab doing some work. All until 4 pm.
I was on the couch, waiting for my final meeting. I was snacking on potato chips, and watching tv.