Tears ran from Peter's eyes, staining the rug that he sat on. "Oh shit," Tony said when he realized what he has done to the poor boy. "Petey I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he said whilst wiping the tears off of the boy's cheeks. Seeing his prodigy like this broke his heart. Over the last few months he had started to think of the kid like not anyone's kid, but his kid. He cared about the child and loved him like a son. "I'm sorry Mr Stark" Peter cried, hiding his face in his hands. It was embarrassing that Tony had to see him like this, a pathetic child who couldn't care for himself. You're a burden, a fat ugly child, he doesn't care about you, he only pretends. Peter thought. He kept mumbling apologies as he cried, no matter how much he tried to he couldn't stop. Tony joined Peter on the floor, hugging him tightly until Peter had stopped crying. "Peter, we have to talk about this" Tony finally said when the boy had calmed down. "I'm so sorry Mr Stark, i-i know that you're mad at me and that you will take away my suit, and I can move, I promise and i-" "Hold up," The older man said, interrupting Peter. "What makes you think that I would make you move, or take your suit or be mad?" he asked confused. Then it dawned upon him. He turned to Peter with a serious expression on his face. "You haven't been starving yourself, have you?" the kid looked down at the floor, too ashamed to say anything. "Oh Peter," He said, holding the small boy in his arms. Fuck. Tony had thought that maybe the spiderling had just been to busy to eat, or hadn't prioritized it. That was bad, but this, this was way worse.
All of the avengers sat around the dinner table, waiting for the pizzas that Tony had ordered when Peter came. "Hey Pete, you feeling better?" May asked. "Yea, I was just tired" he lied as he sat down next to Natasha. She smiled as the baby spider had chosen to sit next to her, even though there where many other empty seats to choose from. Maybe it hadn't been the wisest decision, Peter realized, since the spy was the one in the tower who noticed the most details. "Noticing what other people wants to hide is my job" She had told him once. Eh, it was too late to move now anyways.
Tony walked out of the elevator with ten big boxes of pizza and everybody cheered. Clint ran over to help and took half of the boxes. They took turns serving each other in the chaos of arms and people yelling to get to the pizza. Tony gave Peter a plate, full of pizza slices. He took the plate, locking eyes with his mentor. "Eat" he mimed. Peter felt how his anxiety was kicking in, he couldn't eat, not here, not now. Finally, everybody had gotten some food and people were having conversations. Nobody was paying attention to Peter, a relief to say at least. He took a slice of pizza from his plate and took it to his mouth. Fat, ugly, disgusting, you don't deserve food. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't bring himself to take a bite. His breathing got faster and more irregular and he didn't even notice how his nails were digging into his palms. Notherenotherenothere, I swear to god anywhere but here, stupidstupidstupi-. Peters thoughts got interrupted when he felt a warm hand on his shaking leg. He looked up to see Natasha looking at him with a worried look. "ты в порядке, маленький паук (are you okay little spider)?" she whispered. he nodded, trying to convince her that he was fine. Nat didn't buy it, she knew when someone was lying or hiding something. Then she noticed his bloody palms. "What the hell Peter?!" she said, almost as quiet, but with a sharp voice, grabbing his right hand. Peters heart almost stopped when he noticed what he had done. Natasha grabbed a tissue and started to dry off the boy's hand, revealing four bright red half-moons on his palm. She stared at his hand, then him and then his hand again. "You know that this is a type of self harm, right?" Nat said. Peter flinched when she said the words "Self harm", it was only for a second, but it was still long enough for the mama spider to notice.
"Hey what are you guys whispering about over there?" Steve said jokingly. ""ummmm" Peter stumbled on his words, starting to panic once again. "I don't know Steve, why do you want to know, are you hiding something?" Nat swooped in, taking Peters hand under the table to calm him down. "Um no, I would never hide anything" Steve said jokingly. "You sure about that?" Natasha anwserd, leaning closer and winking with one eye, knowing how to make the super soldier umcomfterble.
"Okayyyy, lets stop the flirting and watch a movie instead" Tony said. "That was flirting?" Thor said confused and everybody laughed, even Peter. As everybody went into the living room Peter was left alone with his mentor. "You alrighty there underoos?" Tony asked, noticing how stressed his mentee seemed. "Yea, I'm totally fine sir, I'm great Mr. Stark" Peter said, bringing his half full plate of food to the dishwasher. "Nuhu, no way kiddo, your gonna eat all of that food that's on your plate" Tony said when he saw what Peter was about to do. "But I'm not hungry" He protested. "Liar, you haven't eaten in six days, you have a metabolism that is so fricking high that you could seriously eat like 20 pizzas and not gain a pound." Tonys voice got higher and he talked lounder as well. Then he lowerd his voice and continued talking. "When you passed out this morning, I carried you to your room, and your light, like crazy light, its not healthy to weigh that little" All Peter could do was to nodd, ashamed of himself and what he had done. "So your gonna take that plate of pizza and eat it, I wont allow you do go to sleep before that plate empty, alright kiddo?" "Okay". Tony lend in and gave the kid a hug, before sending him off to the living room.
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Mr. Stark, I'm not okay
Teen FictionIt's been months since homecoming, but that doesn't mean that Peter has forgotten. In between the Jobb, school, and friends, peter has to deal with some hard stuff, all by himself. Because never ever could he tell Aunt May or Mr. Stark. The thing is...