A Book Of Everything Marvel

Home isn't always home

Warnings: Talk of neglect
Summary: Peter runs away from a camping trip with his father Tony Stark. He was tired of the neglect and hatred he felt from his father. He escapes into the forest, where he knows his heart lays. 

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The young Stark known as Peter only wanted to go on this camping trip to run away. When he was younger, everything was smiles and rainbows. But when he hit his teen years, something in his father known as Tony Stark changed. He was neglectful and hateful. He showed no pride in his eyes towards his son. He never gave Peter the hugs he needed so dearly. He never wanted him in the lab.

It hurt Peter. It cut like a knife so unbearably sharp is went threw his flesh with ease. It cut his heart and ruined his confidence. He still remembers the first day he was hit. Tony was drunk, and Peter was so foolishly bothering him. He was smacked hard in the face, leaving a red hand mark to lay painfully upon his cheek. Tears threatened to fall, they waited like a child waiting for the signal to go down a water slide. He ran back to his room, hoping that Tonys anger wouldn't drag him to his son and give him more pain. 

The cabin the two of them had were nice. It was warm and cozy with a nice view of the mountains from the window. Peter would sit there often, reminiscing back to both of them laughing, tubs of icecream in hand as Star Wars plays on the big TV in the living room. He remembers the late night lab sessions with ACDC and jokes. The protective hold of Tony when Peter feels down. And the multiple messes they have made while trying stupid experiments for "science". 

It was a foggy night. The moon shined like a perfectly white pearl, sending cold rays of light to shine cooly on Peters skin. The stars were twinkling, the crickets were chirping, and the light breeze sent a nice feeling through the young teens ears. The light snoring of his father rung in the next bed near the door. This was Peters chance, his chance to be free. 

He slowly stood up, tip toeing as to not make a single sound. He slipped into nice clothing, packed a bag with food, water, clothes, his suit, and few other things like his phone and charger, and then went outside. He looked at the moon and twinkling stars and took a deep breath, smelling the damp air and fresh green grass. He ran into the woods, far enough so no one would find him. He ripped the tracker off his suit and threw it on the ground. He climbed the trees, jumped in puddles, and watched the moon go down in the morning. 

He grew to love this place in only a couple of hours. He was free. Free from his fathers evil wrath. He.. He was home. Finally home...