Six months... It had been roughly six months since Tony had last heard his precious baby speak. Six months since he had last watched him walk or run. Six months since they had last gone out patrolling as Spider-Man and Iron Man together. {Trigger Warnings: Graphic Descriptions of Violence, Panic Attacks, Sad Scenes} #20 in #mcufanfic as of 01/03/19 #04 in #sadpeterparker as of 03/03/19 #18 in #mcufanfic as of 13/03/19 [Book Two: DISCONTINUED]

[REWRITING] Peter Parker, a 15 year old boy, had suffered far too much in his life. Losing his parents at 6, his uncle at 14, and his aunt at 15. He never got to say his final goodbye, he never had the chance to be happy with them again. He let himself be pitied, and he let himself go. He was miserable. That is until Tony Stark pops into his life. [NOTES] This book has mentions of death in it. There may be some triggers like depression, death, blood, things related to that. Enjoy :)

In the days following Peter's return home, Tony finds that he absolutely cannot get his child to eat. Anything. So, like any concerned parent, he asks about it. What he finds out in respond makes his whole world turn upside-down. (Part 2 of The Art Of Being Found Series)