Kid, tell me what happened: The Sequel

broken promises hurt, don't they?

A/N: hey guys, first I'd like to say thank you for all of the sweet comments and support regarding my last chapter, it really helped a lot. I'm thinking of taking a break sort to say, but I feel that I won't be able to unless I get these few oneshots that's been sitting in my drafts out of my system asap. And the break wouldn't be very long, but I kinda felt good not having to worry about a whole number of things. I've been feeling overwhelmed lately, and I feel that once I can create a more organized take on quarantine life then I can be back to normal. In the meantime, I've been working a lot more on a novel that I aspire to actually publish one day....and trigger warning for this fic...cutting. y'all remember my last rant/vent? Not the one from a few days ago, but the one a few months ago. This came as a result of it...writing this made me cry over and over again so just a heads up. If this doesn't make you guys cry, then idk what will but I still won't give up because I love a good challenge. Okay I'll stop talking or writing, communicating?

Peter Stark was sitting at his desk, brow furrowed and pencil in hand as he contemplated the question in front of him. The question didn’t make a wink of sense despite it being geometry, the boy was stumped. He had been sitting there for at least fifteen minutes, and the frustration was starting  to make his head hurt. He picked up his laptop and headed to the living room in the hopes that his dad could help him out. 

His eyes were still glued to his laptop screen as he called out, “Hey dad, can you help me out with this question? I’ve been stuck on it for like ten minutes.” The lack of a response provoked Peter to lift his gaze, and when he did, he froze. 

He didn’t remember anyone from telling him that Secretary Ross, the one who presented the Sokovian Accords was going to be having a meeting with his dad. Peter stammered from the surprise, “Oh, sorry, I didn’t know we were expecting someone. My bad.” 

Tony swiped Ross’s hologram away before turning around to furiously look at Peter. Peter had never seen his father so angry as he spoke in a tone laced heavily with annoyance, “Gosh, Peter you’re so annoying! Couldn’t you have telled that I was in the middle of something important?”

Unused to being addressed in the vicious tone his father had used or expected what his father just said, Peter shook his head, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know, FRIDAY didn’t say anything.” He spoke rather lamely, “I, um, just needed help with this math problem.”