The Londoner

Chapter 1 Arriving at the Tower

A few days after the funeral Peter's lawyer met with him regarding the Will. It was bad enough as it was. But then he read the Will, and it became ten times worse.

Tony fucking Stark was his father. Tony Stark. Tony fucking Stark. I don't think you get the weight of this situation. Tony Stark was Peter's father. He wasn't sure if that was the coolest or worst thing ever. Also he cried his eyes out reading his moms writing. She left him everything and signed over full custody of him to Tony. So that's all fine and dandy.

Now here he was at the airport at about 12:30 in the afternoon . He's never been on a plane before, and if he ever pictured himself on one he always imagined his mother there beside him as they went on some adventure. Not him sitting in a bustling airport by himself about to go to New York to live with a famous person he's never met in his life. Those were two completely different scenarios. One he never, ever imagined himself in.

For a second he thought this was all a dream. But then he remembered the pain he's felt over the past week and knew this was no dream, because no dream he had could hold as much pain as the real deal. Which he knew after he woke up from a nightmare of his mother dying and realizing. It's so much worse in real life.

He was sitting on one of those cushioned chairs with his carry on and personal items next to him. He was leaning back with his arms crossed as he stared into space. Peter was currently wearing jeans, his trainers, a sweatshirt which he wore over one of his classic science pun T-shirts. He remembered the first ones he got. He had gone out with him mom to shop for new clothes cause he was a growing boy when he saw them.

"Mum! Mum! Come here!" He beaconed her over when he first spotted the shirts. She walked back over towards him.
"What is it darling." She asked him in that sweet accented voice of hers.
"Look!" He exclaimed grabbing one and showing her. She let out a laugh.
"I'm guessing you like these?" She asked him as she gestured to the wrack. He nodded enthusiastically and she laughed again.
"Well alright."

Thinking back on it Peter noticed she didn't have a true authentic British accent. He remembered asking her where she grew up and she said America which was probably why she didn't have a complete accent.
I did research on accents and it is honestly the coolest thing. The chance of you picking up an accent decreases as you get older and if for instance you move and live in a place where they have accents you can still tell you're not from around there years after. I think it's interesting. Ok onward.

But back to the shirts. Peter was a bit of a science and math whiz. He was teased a lot but never fallout bullied which was a good thing, he wasn't really sure why though since he was a typical nerd. It was questions for later. He put his headphones in to drown out the people around him so he could be left to his own thoughts.

Soon they were calling zones to board the plane. Peter sighed and took out his headphones to listen. Soon they called his zone and he grabbed his two bags and got in line to wait to get on the plane. The line shuffled forward every few seconds as people went through. Soon he was up.  He pulled out his ticket and handed it to the assistant. She scanned it and gave him his ticket back.

He shuffled past her and into the aerobridge. He followed the other passengers down the aerobridge and turned left to see the side of the plane with the door open. He got in and the flight attendants said hello and he gave them a bright smile. Despite the circumstances he was still excited to be on a plane.

He walked past them to see the cabin. There were three rows. He went down the right row and walked through the aisles, keeping his eyes on the numbers and letters. Soon he found his seat. There was no one else in his row yet. He quickly stuffed his carry on into the overhead bin before he ducked into the row to let the people behind him to continue walking. He had the window seat. He stuffed his personal item underneath the seat in front of him and he leaned back with a sigh.