~You Will Always Have Me~ Irondad and Spiderson Fanfic~

Chapter 23: SHUT UP FLASH!

A/N: Introducing another character!! I'm sure you can tell who it is by the title ;) -EmeraldLokiMalfoy

The next day at school was harder than the previous one, Peter had thought that people who have gotten over the fact that he was back, but he was wrong. Almost everyone he passed in the hall asked him a question, What happened? Where have you been?

It was honestly getting very annoying, Peter just wanted things to go back to normal and for people to treat him like normal. Why did everything have to be so difficult? As he sat down in Maths, he could hear everyone talking, he could hear every whisper, every rumor that was said. It was becoming too much.

But what confused him was Flash, he still hadn't even approached Peter, not that he minded, but he just hoped he hadn't decided to go and pick on somone else. It seemed that if Flash was busy with him, other people would be free of him, he could handle it but he wasn't sure if others could.

By the end of the day he felt exhausted, exactly how many times had he been approached by someone? It was a huge relief to know that he could finally go home and relax. Just as he thought he was free of all the torment, he felt a harsh kick to his back, making him fall forwards onto the pavement. "Well if it isn't Penis Parker."

Peter mentally cursed as that voice sounded, now he was really in trouble. "What do you want Flash?" he asked, wincing as he lifted his head up from where it hit the floor. He instantly regretted what he was thinking earlier, clearly Flash wasn't ready to leave him alone just yet. "Just a friendly chat, nothing new, you of all people would know that." he replied, kicking him harshly in the ribs. Peter groaned in pain and annoyance, that was going to leave a mark.

"A little birdie told me you were have family problems, is that right Penis? Is May abusing you? Does she no longer care about you, huh?" Flash taunted. Anger rushed through Peters veins, he had no right to speak about her like that. "SHUT UP FLASH!" he yelled, standing up to shove the other boy down onto the floor. "What the hell Penis!" Flash yelled back, starting to get up of the floor, clenching his fists as his sides.

Before he was able to swing a punch, Peter sprinted away from the boy, angry that he talked about May like that. Hot tears welled in his eyes as he ran back to where Happys car was, praying that Flash didn't follow him, the last thing he needed was Happy or worse Tony finding out. He opened the door and jumped in, turning away to hide he obvious tear tracks down his face. "Hey kid, you okay?" Happy asked from the front seat.

"Yeah, i'm fine." he replied quickly, almost too quickly. Happy held his gaze for a few seconds before nodding and starting the car, to busy driving to notice the silent tears running down the boys face.

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When they got back to the Tower, Peter immediately rushed out the car to avoid being questioned by Happy. He ran inside to see Tony leaning against the kitchen counter on his phone. "Hey kid, how'd school go?" he asked cheerily. "F-fine." Peter said before walking swiftly past him and up to his room.

He shut his door, dumped his bag on his desk, before curling into a ball on his bed. Closing his eyes, he wished he could just shut out the rest of the world, not have to talk to anyone every again. A few tears turned into many and soon he was sobbing quietly into his pillow so as not to alert anyone, why did grief have to be so hard and confusing? One minute he was fine, the next, he felt like his heart was broken into a million pieces.

He felt his eyes get heavy and he rested his head comfortably on the pillow and allowed himself to sleep.

***

Peter next awoke to the feeling of something touching his cheek, he realised after a moment that it was a hand, a hand stroking his cheek. He smiled and unconsciously moved his head closer to the comfort, he then heard a voice. "C'mon buddie, time to eat." Cracking open his eyes, he waited until they focused on the man in front of him.

"Tony.." he said sleepily. "Hey Pete, have a nice sleep?" The boy hummed in response and lifted his head to sit up, but just as he did that he heard a gasp. "Oh my god, Peter what's that?" Confused, he looked at Tony to see him staring at his..cheek? "What?" he said.

The mans hand came forward to cradle the right side of his head and turn it slightly, inspecting it. "Is that blood?" Tony said. Suddenly the realisation dawned on Peter, it was from where he hit his head when Flash shoved him, how did he not realise?

"O-oh I um, fell over..kinda hit my head." he said awkwardly, hoping his lie would satisfy the man. Clearly not. "You fell and somehow ended up with a bruise and a scratch on your face?" Tony questioned, giving the boy a 'I know you're lying and I don't believe you for one second' look.

"Y-yeah." he said. Peter didn't want Tony to know about Flash, he didn't want to bother the man with his stupid problems, plus, he could take it, better him than anyone else. Tony seemed to debate whether to continue this conversation until he ultimately decided to leave it for the time being. "Lets go clean it up." he said, pulling the boy up so he could follow him.

Peter sat on counter while Tony got a clean cloth and some water to clean his cut with. "I still don't understand how you fell over and managed to do that to your face." the man said, gesturing to the bruise. "I don't know I guess i'm just clumsy." he replied as the man began to dab gently at his face. He hissed slightly when it stung, "Sorry." Tony muttered.

A few minutes passed in silence while Tony cleaned his face until Peter tried to change the subject. "Where is everyone?" he asked, he hadn't seen them since he got back. "Well, Steve, Nat and Clint got called on a mission, Bruce is the lab, Thor had to go back to Asgard and I don't know about anyone else." Tony explained, "Anddd..done!" he said, putting the now dirty cloth in the sink.

"Thanks D-Mr Stark." Peter said, silently praying that Tony hadn't heard his slip up. He got down to leave when he felt a hand on his shoulder, turning around, he saw Tony kneel down so he was at eye level with the boy. "Look, Pete, I understand that you deserve your privacy, but, if someone at school is giving you a hard time, we can fix it. I can call the scho-"

"No! It's nothing, I f-fell nobody did anything, i'm just c-clumsy." Peter said, desperately hoping that the man would understand. "Okay, asl ong as you're okay, that's fine." Tony said, ruffling his curly hair before standing up. "You hungry? What do you wanna eat?"

"Um, pasta?" Peter said, remembering when May use to make Spaghetti for him on Fridays. "Sure." Tony said, grabbing the ingredients out the cuboards. "Wait your gonna make it?" Peter said, slightly amused at that since Tony couldn't cook. "Yes, well..I was going to ask Sam to help but.." Peter smiled, "I can help if you want."

The man smiled, "Okay, go get the vegetables." The boy walked to grab the food smiling happily, relieved that he had managed to convince Tony nothing had happened at school, he wouldn't know what to do if the man found out.