First Fanfic on here! Reviews are welcome! Written with another person over Omegle!
"Peter! Peter wait I'm sorry!" Tony yelled to his 14-year-old son as he sprinted up the stairs to his room. He felt awful. It was stupid, all he did was break a few things, he didn't deserve to get hit by his own father. and now, Tony was terrified that he would become his own father, hopefully Steve could help him and this situation. And hopefully Peter would forgive him.
"Leave me alone." Peter yelled back and tried to wipe the tears away with the sleeve of his shirt. He stormed into his room and slammed the door shut, locking it. Sure, Tony and him had their arguments but the man had /never/ put a hand on Peter...and he hadn't even meant to break those things...really it had been an accident.
Tony stood outside Peter's door. Mentally slapping himself over and over again. He didn't want Peter thinking that this would ever happen again. He didn't want his own son to be afraid of him. "Pete I am so sorry." He whispered through the closed the door. He wasn't even sure Peter heard him.
Peter did indeed hear him. He had slumped down to the floor and was now leaning with his back against the door. "Go away..." he said through tears and stifled a sob.
Tony sighed, having no idea what to do. His father never tried to apologize to him when he was younger. Tony leaned against his son's door. "Peter, please open the door. I promise not to to hurt you. I never wanted to hurt you."
Peter snorted. How could he say something like this after he had hurt him...it had happened...who said it wouldn't happen again? "Just leave me alone, Tony." he said sharply and got up, rubbing his eyes.
"OK kid, I'm leaving. if you anything just asked Jarvis." Tony pushed himself off the wall and headed downstairs. He needed to give Peter some space. But someone also needed someone to be there for him. Tony definitely wasn't at the top of that list. Steve wasn't even in the house. Someone who got almost the same treatment when they were younger would be nice. The only one who really stood out was Barton. Hopefully he was still here.
Peter threw himself down on his bed and buried his head in his pillow. He wished his Pops was there...he didn't even want to talk to Tony ever again...The man could say a million times that he was sorry...
Clint was sitting in the common living room a few floors down in the Tower, cleaning his bow.'Great, he could kill me just right now if he wanted, after what I did.' Tony thought to himself. "Barton." He got the blonde archer's attention. "You will hate me after I tell you this but I need you help with something.
Clint looked up and raised one brow at Tony. "You need my help?" he asked warily and put the bow down on his legs. Tony looked honestly shaken, so Clint decided to spare him any further comments...
"Well Peter might have ran into- that's a lie. I might have accidentally- that's a lie too." Tony stuttered. Not wanting to admit this to anyone, let alone the man who is almost as protective as Steve over Peter. He buried his head in his hands and said as quickly as he could, "I hit Peter because he accidentally broke some things in my lab and now i feel awful because i have no idea what to do and your the only person in this whole place who gets it and I need you to talk to him because right now he honestly wants to never see me again which i understand but i still feel awful about and please help."
"You did what, Stark?" Clint asked, straightening up and tightening the grip on his bow. He knew Tony could be short tempered but he had never expected the man to hit his son. Clint slowly got up and put the bow down on the couch "For heaven's sake, Tony." he said and walked over to Tony, pulling his hands from his face. "You know I would really love to beat the shit out of you right now...but I'll leave that to Steve..." he said bluntly and looked at the genius.
"I know, I know I am an awful person and I totally deserve to get the shit beaten out of me. God Barton I am a terrible man. I'm not even a man, I am a worthless piece of garbage that does /not/ deserve to have a wonderful son like Peter."
Clint rolled his eyes. "Cut that crap, Stark. You're not an awful man..." he said and let his arms sink to his sides. "You're an ass...yeah." he shrugged. "But I know you're not a bad father...I've seen you with Pete...and the way he talks about you.." he said and it was true. It was obvious that Peter loved his parents to death. He usually got along with Steve better than Tony but Clint supposed that was because Peter could be just as stubborn as Tony. Sometimes it was hard to believe the two were not related.
"Yeah, well, don't expect to hear anything ever again. Can you please talk to him for me." Tony was practically begging him.
Clint sighed. "I will...for Peter's sake..." he said and took a step back from Tony. "But don't think I'll try to convince him to forgive you for that shit, Stark." he added. "I mean knowing Peter the kid probably will...but he won't forget it." Clint said, speaking from experience. "You gotta live with that now."
"I know." He whispered to himself. "Thank you. He said softly as Barton walked up to Peter's room.
Might add another chapter onto this if people want it! Or if I want it...
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