𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝙾𝚏 𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛

Just so hungry//Part 2

NOT STARKER JUST FLUFFY AND ANGSTY TONY PETER FATHER SON RELATIONSHIP ALSO I KNOW THIS IS LIKE ODD FOR THEIR PERSONA'S BUT JUST BEAR WITH ME Y'ALL 

Disclaimer swears and talks about eating disorder:(

Enjoy ~
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I stood there. For how long? I couldn't be too sure. My reflection stared back at me, his cheekbones were so prominent, his eyes were so dull so dead. He was me.

"Kid are you done in there- Oh my god." I saw Tony cover his mouth with his hands, tear brimming in his eyes. I felt so ashamed of the way I looked. I was supposed to a hero, not a scrawny kid from the dead. I hated the way  I looked.

When I was living with May, I constantly avoided looking at the mirror. Wherever I was, the school bathroom didn't even look twice, after showering, walked right past it. I often avoided taking pictures from the fear of how I looked. 

And now that I did, I somehow don't regret it. I needed help and I was so afraid to admit it. I stood there for a little longer, silent tears trickling down my cheeks, some salty droplets sneaking their way into my mouth.

Tony put a shirt over my head proceeding to wrap his arms around me for a minute or so before scooping me up into his arms while he carried me to the living room.

He gently placed me onto the couch, handing me a mug of hot chocolate, and a big fuzzy blanket. I brought my knees to my chest, enveloping my arms around my knees. 

"Pete, if you don't want to tell me you don't have to." I shook my head, wiping my tears away with my arm, burying myself in the warmth of the blanket.

"I'll tell you...."

Tony's POV

By the time he was finished telling me the story, the sun had already started to set. The entire time he spoke, his voice kept breaking, tears threatening to escape his eyes. 

I, however, couldn't even comprehend the fact that all of this happened, and I didn't know it. And that's what bothered me the most.

Peter, who I thought of as a son, was being starved and beat by his aunt, and I was so ignorant. So godamn stupid and I hated it.

My eyes teared up through the entire thing, restraining myself for flying over to May's apartment and blast her in the face. It took me all my strength to sit through it all, without saying or moving an inch. And it killed me inside. 

"I'm so sorry Mr. Stark I'm such a hassle and I shouldn't have-" I brought him into my chest for a quick hug, making him silent. 

"You are never a hassle kid." Not much was said for a while after that conversation. After I said that short but clearly effective sentence he hasn't a single word. I put on a movie to cheer him up, making sure to make a whole ton of popcorn. 

I ordered a pizza for later on aswell since my skills in the kitchen aren't exactly the greatest. The most I could make was beverages and one type of spaghetti. 

As we were starting the second movie, I noticed that Peter hardly touched his popcorn. And when the Pizza finally came, he ate only one slice. For a metabolism like his I would expect him to eat 6 times that amount. Let alone without regret evident in his eyes.

I brushed it off not wanting to make Peter even more sad than he already was. Eventually when the third movie came along, I noticed he was dozing off. By the time it was over he was sound asleep.