The Art of Breaking

This fic will include some scenes and plot ideas from Gotham in later chapters but it is not a crossover or anything.

Chapter One

Disclaimer: I own nothing- not from Gotham, the Avengers, nor any of the Spider-Man movies (sadly enough I don't own anything relating to Tom Holland either- what a right shame it is)

Tony knows something is wrong was Peter, but he can't quite place it. The kid has been acting off all week, keeping away from Tony and Steve and not venturing outside more than a few times a day.

This was all making Tony anxious but what struck him the most was that Peter didn't go looking for a crime. Normally Peter will swing around the city, scoping out alleyways and the bad areas of town but recently he's only stopped muggings he's accidentally run into or seen from afar.

Steve, Tony and most of the other Avengers gathered in the living room and discussed this new and unwanted behavior from Peter.

"You think May is okay?" Clint was looking around the room and his eyes met Tony's.

"I already thought of that. I called her- told her I was just checking in. That was yesterday, and this has been going on for a few days."

They were all looking around, nodding their heads and then grew quiet again, contemplating their problem.

"Maybe we should just ask him." Natasha suggested and stood up. "I mean wouldn't that be easiest?"

The teammates all glanced at one another and shrugged.

Natasha set her hard gaze on Tony. "Alright then, it's settled. Tony will ask him tomorrow."

She rotated on her heel and stalked off toward the wooden doors, leaving before Tony even had the chance to protest.

"This isn't fair..." Tony was mumbling to himself as he stepped out of the car. He was marching up Peter's apartment building in a huff.

Why did he have to talk to the kid? Why couldn't Nat do it? It was her idea anyway.

Pushing all thoughts (and revenge plots) aside, Tony smoothed down his suit and tugged at his black silk tie until it almost complexly cut off his oxygen.

Good, he scowled sarcastically to himself. Just how dad always made me wear it.

Tony growls and loosens the tie again, not caring what people might think of him or my freakishly good looks he added as an afterthought.

He walked up the steps and held down the button for apartment D4, not releasing it until he was let in.

When Tony arrived he was met with one very pissed off aunt.

"What the- Tony?!"

"What in the world is so important? Is Peter okay? Of course he's okay he's in his room- Tony Stark you look at me when I'm talking to you!" May glared angrily at the billionaire superhero without so much as a pause. That's one of the reasons Tony liked her so much - she wasn't a butt-kisser like the rest of 'em.

They stopped outside the familiar apartment door and May looked towards Tony unsurely.

"Are you here about Peter? I was actually hoping to call you soon but I know Peter won't take kindly to that..." May ended softly, worry evident.

Tony didn't like May worrying, it made her look old and worn down. He really needs to talk with this kid about worrying people that cares about him.

"Yes ma'am. Would it be alright if I talk to him? Alone?" May looked unsure but relented quickly and nodded her consent.

"Thank you," Tony whispered and stepped into the apartment. May headed in the other direction without a word- she trusted Tony and he knew it.

Tony closed the door behind him softly and looked about the apartment. It was small, a living room slash kitchen and a short hallway leading to a compact bedroom.

Tony knows May sleeps in the room by herself and that Peter sleeps on the couch- something Peter had suggested some years ago. Of course his aunt protested this but eventually Peter grew older and taller and she finally allowed it. After all, as a woman, May needed a space to herself and she was also home more often than Peter.

It still amazes Tony that the young boy had gone through so much- not only to lose two parents so early on but also an uncle- and is still an amazing person. Better than Tony was or could ever hope to be.

That's why it is so significant that he finds Peter, and gets him to spill what's wrong.

Keeping quiet Tony walked slowly to where he knew the kid would be. As he reached the small hall closet Tony was surprised to find Peter curled up in a ball, hands tight over his ears, and crying.

Alright a new fic! I know I'm shooting out new ones all the time but not finishing others. Sorry if that's frustrating. It's just I am testing out new materials to see what works the best. I'm not so sure about the others but The Path Back Home (To You) is still being written. I'll post a new chapter soon. Please let me know what you all thought with a like and a review. Thanks

-me