Found some time to make an attempt at lengthening this story. Hope you all enjoy my lovelies :D I've gotten some few ideas at what could possibly happen, so if the stars align themselves right I could post sooner that predicted.
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Then.
"Hide, no!"
The world shifts. Stretching around him like a rubber band before snapping back into place.
At once he's shoved somewhere else entirely.
He's driven forwards like a push, white pain freezing his bones and slaming against something – a brick wall? Kaneki falls to his knees. Screaming in breathless silence as exhausted muscles and fresh wounds seem to tear the more he moves.
"Hide," he gasps. Trembling hand coming up to cover his mouth and nose, the smell of old garbage and rotten fish hit him like a gas bomb. His eyes sting in a mixture of pain and fatigue.
God the smell.
"Hide," he tries again, louder this time. "Hide, please." He calls with ragged, whimpering breathes
Again. No answer.
All around him thousands of new noises and odours rage about, pulling him apart and begging for attention.
Cars, people, human, all human where are the ghouls the blood the chaos the fear where was he -
And in that moment, somehow Kaneki knew this wasn't his world.
And that - "Hide, Hide!"- his best friend wasn't with him.
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Now.
"No, no and no!" Tony cuts into another one of Peter's well-intentioned attempts to persuade his father off Kaneki. "That bleach-brained addict –" Peter makes an unintelligible, helpless sound of defence, "yes, addict, Peter. Goddamn your heart is in the right place but seriously kid, you can't save him and I'm not about to let you fall into old habits of your pops. 'Kay?"
Steve twists around in his seat and gives Peter a sympathetic smile.
"I admire your commitment in helping your friend."
"Ex-friend." Tony feels the vindictive need to point out. Feline smirk reflecting in the rear-view mirror. "Starting now. Right this minute - JARVIS delete Ken Kaneki's number from Peter's phone."
"Already done, sir." JARVIS responds through the car speakers the same time Peter's phone suspiciously buzzes in his jeans pocket.
"You…" Peter stares. Eyes almost physically producing the profound disbelief he was in. "You can't – "
"Did." Tony butts, all smug.
"This is a misunderstanding," he protests, feeling as though his head was about to burst from the sheer absurdity of it all.
It was supposed to be a normal teddy bear. Full of stuffing not drugs!
"You're condemning the wrong person! I'm, I." He pounds his chest. "Should be the one locked up in a jail cell, not Kaneki."
Tony nearly rams the car into a bakery shop.
"Tony!" Steve cries in alarm. Body slamming against the door from the wild swerving, "Tony, PEDESTRIAN!"
"Are your ears filled with shit?!" Tony roars, selectively deaf. "Can you not see with your eyes what Kaneki's true colours are!"
"I can see perfectly well!" He argues back, wincing as his dad dangerously weaves through traffic like a madman. "I was the one who handed over the teddy bear full of drugs."
"You were ignorant."
"So was Kaneki!" Peter shrieks. "Why can't you believe me? Huh! Why!"
"Because – " Tony comes to a screeching halt at the foot of Stark Tower. Panting from anger. "Because it can't be a coincidence."
Peter blinks. Squinting. "What?"
"Both of you just happening to be there during a gang's dealing, it makes no sense."
He almost weeps. "Dad, I know that," he whines. Fighting the urge to bounce in his seat from pure frustration. "And it's ridiculous but please – goddamn it, please believe me. Kaneki and I don't do drugs. You can do a drugs test even! Polygraph, dope me up on some wacky SHIELD crap - but believe me. Please, dad. Please. You know I'm not that kind of person."
Tony meet's Peter's heartfelt eyes in the rear-view mirror, expression stone.
Steve looks between them..
"We really should give them the benefit of the doubt, Tony. For all we know this can be a simple case of wrong place wrong time."
After a moment of tense silence, Tony groans.
"This is so goddamn embarrassing."
Peter laughs wryly. "So, uh, can we please go pick up Kaneki now?"
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