Irondad whumptober 2020

I did not see that coming

Peter

I paid for my stuff and kept my head down under my hood so that the cashier wouldn't see my face. The last couple of weeks haven't been easy. Beck exposed my identity to the whole world and framed me for his actions. Luckily the cashier didn't seem the slightest interested in who I was. So I got out of there easily and started walking back towards the place I've been staying at. I couldn't stay with May since it was too dangerous. But we meet up in secret once every week at central park where she gives me some food and pocket money. Ned and MJ sometimes meet me there too. I don't want any of them to know where I'm staying since if they don't know, they can't tell anyone. Which is much safer on both parts.

....

I looked around to make sure no one was looking before I sneaked inside an old abandoned train station. The walls were covered in graffiti and the tunnel was a bit wet. But it was a perfect hideout where no one thought of looking and even if they did I had plenty of escape routes. As I was walking towards the train station I had all of my stuff on I noticed that the light was on. Which was very concerning since I always turn it off so no one will find it interesting while I'm not there. I quickly stood against the wall and carefully sneaked towards the station while being ready to fight in case someone was still there. As I got even closer I saw a shadow of a person. That's not good. I peaked behind the corner to get a look at the person. It was a guy with short brown hair, wearing what looked like a fancy suit from behind. What really caught my eye was the iron arm that looked like Mr. Stark's. Was this one of Beck's guys??

"There's no point in hiding behind that wall Peter. I heard your footsteps" The guy said.

I took a deep breath and stepped forward. Somehow I recognized the guy's voice. I kept my eyes locked on the guy who still had his back facing me.

"These past couples of weeks can't have been easy for you kid" the guy said.

I stopped and had to hold in a gasp. The word 'kid' struck like lightning through my body. The guy sounded exactly like Mr. Stark did....before he died.

"Who are you?" I asked ignoring the guy's question.

"I'll show you. But you have to promise you won't freak out" he said.

"Okay?" I said and looked at the guy confused.

Slowly the guy started turning around and my eyes widened in shock as I saw his face. It was Mr. Stark. He gave me small smirk.

"Hi kid" he said.

I just stared at him and dropped the small bag of groceries on the floor. It couldn't be him. He died. His heart stopped. Everyone was at the funeral.

"I've finally lost it" I said and felt my heart rise as I walked towards one of my desks.

"Oh c'mon kid don't...." Mr. Stark said but stopped as I collapsed down on an old chair I had found in a dumpster.

I grabbed my hair with one hand and tried to think of when I started going crazy. The past couple of weeks haven't been that hard. I mean not optimal, but I've gotten by.

"Peter?" Mr. Stark said and started walking towards me.

I looked at him surprised. He seemed so real. We made eye contact and I noticed the big scars covering half of his face on the same side his Iron man arm was on. My mind is really playing tricks on me.

"He called me Peter" I said tearing up a bit and Mr. Stark stopped and looked at me a little confused. "Mr. Stark-.... Tony....he never called me Peter. Not once" I said.

"Yeah....Pepper was not happy about my bad manners" Mr. Stark said and scratched his neck. "But I'm not a ghost kid. Look" he said and reached out his arm.