𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝙾𝚏 𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛

I care about you kid

A whole bunch of iron dad and spider kid angst and fluff.

Enjoy~

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Of course. You've got to be kidding me. Its 1 fucking am and a robber decides,

Oh let's rob a bank and bother spidey!

It's a school night man! Give a kid a break.

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Here I was, less than 10 minutes later, walking through the streets of Queens, a stab wound in my shoulder, a bloody face, and a battered body. I definitely can't go home, and it's too late to ask Ned for help. Leaving me the most unwanted last resort. Calling Tony.

He could get...A little hot-headed when I get myself into these kinda situations. Who am I kidding. A lot hot-headed.

I unwillingly climbed up to the lowest window of his penthouse, grunting in pain as quietly as I could.

Shit he's gonna be so mad and you do NOT wanna get Tony mad

Let's just hope he doesn't take my suit. Again.

I knocked on his window praying to god that he wouldn't be mad...

"Peter what the fuck- Holy crap kid what the hell happened to you!?"

I climbed in his window, adjusting myself against the wall. I grimaced at the sharp pain that shot up my arm. 

Oh god, I'm feeling sort of lightheaded

"Peter what the hell! What did I say about curfew when being spiderman! You just never listen, do you?!

here it comes

"Peter this has got to stop kid you're not strong enough to keep handling this sort of pain!"

Excuse me!? Yeah no.

"Not being able to handle a stab wound?! A fucking building fell on top of me a month ago!"

He sighed, rubbing his temples, looking like he was getting even more frustrated by the minute

"Watch your language K-"

"You know what Mr stark, no. I will not!" I couldn't stop, it was like my mouth was going on autopilot, letting out all the feelings and thoughts I've bottled up, I guess I just...snapped. I stood up ignoring the excruciating ache in my shoulder, pointing an accusing finger in his face.

"Every single day I am constantly told I'm not strong enough, I can't do it, and every day I feel like an actual building falls on top of me! that's how bad yours and others words hurts. Have you even bothered to actually ask about me! I get nightmares every single godamn night ever since that incident! But it's not you would care of course."

His face softened, looking guilty and almost all traces anger vanished.

"And even then, when I warned you multiple times about those weapons you ignored me. Because I'm just a little child who's so full of shit right. Do you actually care about me, or do you only care about Spiderman?! You know what I don't even know why I bothered coming here, I'll go take care of myself just like I have been for the past 9 years. You know I actually saw you as a father figure, but now..."

I limped away, hurt and anger etched onto my features. Before I could reopen the window, I tumbled to the floor, passing out from loss of blood, black enveloping my vision. The last thing I heard being...