Spiderman One-shots 🕸️

Acceptance

Mute Peter and Irondad.

Very cute and fluffy, but there are mentions of very traumatic events so if you are unable to read things about sexual or physical assault please do not read this story.

If it is in italics its either a flashback or a dream.

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Peter's POV:

"Peter come here. I only want to talk to you" A sickly sweet voice rang out from the doorway. I wriggled deeper into the covers, willing to be consumed and taken away from this monster. 

Footsteps echoed menacingly. Hot breath on my neck sent a chill down my spine. My body was locked, unable to move. I couldn't stop the hands running under the covers, pulling my shirt up. I couldn't stop the mouth sucking at my neck, making me feel sick to my stomach.

I couldn't do anything except let it happen.

"What's the matter baby, you don't like this. That's a shame, because I love it." The man's hand latched onto my throat and pulled me under his sweaty body. A hideous grin etched its way into my mind as the face came closer to my own. 

My muffled protests were in vain. No one was there. No one could hear me.

I awoke with a start, drenched in sweat. 

"I'm okay. He isn't here." I think to myself as I bury back down into these godforsaken sheets.

He did terrible things over the course of that night. He told me if I ever spoke of them he would hurt me in ways I don't want to know.

So I haven't spoken since.

--- Time skip three weeks later ---

"Hey Peter, can you come help me in the lab." I nodded and followed Mr Stark. I have been working as his personal intern for about a month now. For once no one cares that I don't speak. A lot of the people who work here even know sign language, so I have no trouble communicating.

For hours I assisted Mr Stark in his lab, fetching chemicals or odd bits of mechanics. Being here with him makes me feel so safe and happy I could cry. I don't even care that I have to do chores (a lot of chores) because I am with my hero.

"Why you smiling kid?" Tony asks fondly, smiling back at me.

'I just love working for you.' I sign, my face lighting up even more.

"You are by far the best intern I have ever had." Tony remarks, returning back to his work. It is silent again until Mr Stark's phone rings. He answers it looking slightly annoyed.

When he hangs up he looks at me apologetically. "I'm sorry kid your Aunt wants you back home. Your uncle seemed very mad that I have kept you here for so long."

All the happiness melts away, making me feel like a hollow shell. By the look on my mentors face I can tell I have gone incredibly pale. 

"You alright kid?" Tony says, edging closer to me. I flinch away, stumbling back against the wall.

'Not now. Not here." I think as images flood my memory. Tony's voice is lost in the memories, his worry concealed by the venomous tone of Johnny.

"Pl- please, l-leave me al-lone." I stutter trying to shake the visions from my mind. My body is shaking uncontrollably. Hands grip my shoulders and I scream, clawing away from the figure I can no longer recognise. 

"Peter. Peter look at me." I shake my head, forcing myself into wall. "Peter its me, Tony." My eyes flick the concerned face of Tony Stark. Instant relief courses through my body. I am safe. He isn't here. He can't get me.

But he is at home. He is waiting for me.

That thought sends more tears down my face. Tony scoops me up into his arms as I sob into his shoulder.

"You're alright kid. Can you tell me whats wrong." He asks soothingly, trying his best to comfort me.

"H-home...hate me...Johnny." I stutter making no sense what so ever. But my mind is too muddled to form sentences. Tony seems shocked when he pulls back. Then I realise why. I spoke.

Johnny is going to kill me.

I frantically start signing pleads at Mr Stark, begging him not to tell anyone I spoke.

"Woah woah calm down kid I can't understand what you are saying."

'Don't tell him I spoke. He will kill me.'

"Kill you? Peter what are you talking about."

"Johnny." I cry, pointing to the phone. Everything seems to click as Tony looks between the phone that's still in his hands and me.

"Does he, does he hurt you?" I nod my head, trying to control my breathing. "Kid I am going to get you help. I will send Wanda down here, she is good with getting people to calm down. Then I am going to get you out of that house. I will not let anything happen to you I promise."

"Thank you Dad." I say, not stuttering for the first time in seven years. Tony looked at me with tears in his eyes, then left to go get Wanda. For the first time in seven years i allow myself to relax. I uncurl from the wall and let out a huge sigh of relief.

Johnny can't hurt me any more.

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Yeah this one is very sad, I apologise for that. I wasn't feeling great when I wrote this. But I hope you still enjoyed it.