My Uncle, The Avenger

Chapter 4: Blood, Sweat, and A Whole Lot of Tears

Tony

It had been a day since Percy arrived at the tower. 

Bruce had tended to his nose and both of them were still in the infirmary. I didn't care though. 

I walked outside, and saw Peter sitting at the table, staring at the floor sadly. "Hey, Pete," I said gently, placing a hand on his shoulder. Peter didn't answer, and it hit me...

...today was the day a year since May's death. He let out a sob and I pulled him into a hug. He buried his head in my chest, hiding the fact that he was crying. 

I rubbed circles on his back and he sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. "It's okay, kid, it's going to be okay." Peter nodded and I closed my eyes. I heard footsteps and I looked up, seeing Percy standing in the middle of the kitchen, looking at us, confused. "I was, uh, going to get some water," he said quickly. "But I don't know where it is."

Peter pulled away, and looked at him. Who's he? he mouthed. Nephew, I mouthed back. Peter nodded and stood up, walking towards Percy, wiping the tears off his face. "It's, uh, it's here." 

He handed Percy a glass of water who thanked him, then ran back to me. 

"You hungry?" I asked Peter. 

He shook his head. 

"You thirsty?" I asked him. 

He shook his head again. 

"Want anything?" I asked. 

Peter shook his head. "No," he said, gritting his teeth. "Just leave me alone." He shook away my grip and shoved me away, then stormed off. 

Oof. I forgot about this. Peter's Stages of Sadness:

First, was being sad - crying, sobbing, miserable wherever he went. 

Second, was denial (which he thankfully wasn't in now) - refusing to believe that May was gone. 

Third, was refusing - he didn't accept anything, no food, no water, no nothing. 

Fourth, was anger - shoving, yelling, and being rude. I hated it when he was like that. 

And fifth, was loneliness. He didn't want to be involved with anyone or anything. 

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Nonetheless, I decided to talk to him. I walked to his room and knocked on the door. When he didn't answer, I opened it myself. I shocked myself, seeing it was empty. I ran around the room, desperately, intent on finding my spiderson. 

I opened the door and saw Percy leaning against the wall. There was a trickle of blood sliding from his nose. 

"What is it?" I asked, eyes darting around the tower. "Jeez, chill with the tone, Uncle. Just wanted to say I saw where...what was his name? Penis?...went." 

Suddenly all instinct took over. I rammed him into the wall, pressing an elbow against his throat. "What...did...I...do?" he croaked. "I swear," I growled, eyes flashing at the teenager. "Don't you ever call him that or I will end you." 

"...noted..." he croaked, voice hoarse. I let go and he massaged his neck. "He went on the roof," Percy told me , pointing to the way there. 

He walked away from the wall and turned to the kitchen, ramming into my shoulder on his way out. "Son of a b*tch," I growled. "I heard that!" he yelled. 

I walked up the stairs to the roof and saw Peter sitting down, head in hands. "Peter!" I called. "Get your ass over here!"

Peter stood up and walked over to me, enveloping me in a hug. "You know, if Rogers was here," he started to say. "Yeah, I know, I know," I said hurriedly. "You okay?" 

He nodded and I kissed him on the forehead. "Thanks, dad," he whispered, voice full of pain. "Your welcome, son," I whispered back. 

"Also," Peter said. "Be nice to Percy. He hasn't done anything wrong and your treating him like crap." I stared at the ground. 

"It's just...he reminds me of her so much. I told him that we never met even though we did after I tracked her down a few years ago. She was-she was my world, Pete. She was the happiest, most positive woman alive - well, except for Pepper - and, I'm worried that if I begin getting close to him, I'll lose you," I said. 

"Wow, didn't know I was a therapist," Peter joked. I let out a laugh. "You'll never lose me, Mr Stark -" I gave him a look and he rephrased his sentence. "Dad." 

I smiled and ruffled his hair. Peter laughed, and I saw a smile replacing his frown. He saw me looking at him and pouted again. 

We walked downstairs, into the penthouse and started eating breakfast. Or rather, I started eating breakfast. Peter still refused to eat. 

I heard a ding and I looked up, feeling sweat start to form, the fear of the Rogues appearing in front of me becoming more real. A woman with strawberry blonde hair and bright eyes walked out - my Pepper. 

"Hey, Pep," I greeted. "How was the trip?" Pepper smiled and kissed me. "Great," she replied. She turned to Peter. "Mom," he said, a small smile on his face. He hugged her and she hugged him back. 

"You okay, sweetheart?" she asked him. "May," he choked out, and started sobbing. I pulled him into a hug and he sobbed into my shirt. After a good few minutes of crying  and comforting, Peter pulled away. 

"I'm sorry about your shirt," he said, looking down. 

I smirked and saw Rhodey walk down. "Hello, Pepper," he greeted. "Back from your trip, I see. Come to keep this man in line?" He gestured to me and I gasped in mock hurt. 

Pepper laughed. "Glad you still could help. Though I doubt he could keep himself alive without either of us." We all laughed, including Peter. Rhodey smirked. "Gonna check on the Rogues," he said. "See you guys later." He waved and left. 

"They're here?" she asked. I nodded, feeling a little guilty from not mentioning this earlier. 

"Yes, they are. And-"

"Hey, uncle," came a voice belonging to Percy. Pepper turned. Peter's eyes widened and he suppressed a laugh.

"Just wondering where the, uh, the food was," he finished, a small lopsided smile on his face. 

"He's a mini you," Pepper noted quietly. 

"He's my nephew," I blurted out, and Pepper stared at me, dumbfounded. 

Percy had the nerve to laugh. 

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Daughter of Athena