Three
Rage was bubbling inside Peter's chest as Mr. Stark flew him over the city as if he were a rag doll. He looked back and saw that Wanda, Vision, and Sam were already taking care of the situation and handing it much better that Peter had.
Now? Mr. Stark had showed up now when he was having his ass kicked? Well, this was fucking great. They stopped on top of a building. Tony let Peter go when Peter started pulling away.
The mask opened and there was a confused look on Tony's face. "Geez, kid. Will you relax, you look like you have ants in your pants." The comment was innocent enough, but by the look that Peter gave him, you would think that Tony had insulted the kid's mother.
"What are you doing here?" he hissed at him.
Tony scoffed as he stepped out of his suit, looking like he just stepped out of GQ magazine. His suit was finely pressed and on the side pocket of his suit was a pair of designer glasses that probably cost more than Peter's entire closet. "Um, excuse me did you not see the train wreck that was happening with the octopus wannabee." He paused. "Don't sweat it, Wanda, Vision, and Sam are more than capable of handling it. It's not a big deal, kid-"
"Stop calling me a kid!" the words escaped Peter's mouth before he could stop himself. "I'm a teenager. I am not a damn, kid!"
Tony opened his mouth to counter attack with a clever pun, but it was clear that Peter was upset about something. He didn't want to ruffle his feathers anymore. "What's going on K-Peter. Something is obviously upsetting you and it's obviously not the fake Octopus guy so spill."
Peter looked at the floor, he wanted to spill the reason. It was literally at the tip of his tongue. You haven't been here for me. You haven't even talked to me in weeks.
"Peter?" This time Tony sounded more annoyed as if he were irritated that Peter was wasting his time.
"You haven't called me," Peter blurted out. Tony raised an eyebrow and Peter could feel the words coming from his mouth. He hated how childish he sounded. "I-I mean after all we've been through you can't even send me a stupid text message-"
"No! You do not get to speak anymore. It's not your turn to speak, you had your turn. Now it's my turn. Even since I came back to life you have been ignoring me, you're acting like I don't even exist and I'm sick of it. I didn't do anything to be treated this way-"
"This isn't about you, Peter." Tony interrupted. The image of Peter turning into ash kept playing in his mind. "The reason that I haven't called you-" he trailed off. "This was a mistake."
"What was?"
"Making you an Avenger. Making you the Iron Spider suit, all of it was a mistake. You're too damn young to be joining the Avengers. It was a mistake, all of it. This Spiderman stunt should have waited until after high school or maybe college. You're clearly not in the best shape of mind-"
What was he talking about? Not the best state of mind? He was acting like Peter was in a metal institution. "Wait, are you seriously trying to take the suit? No, you're crazy! I'm not giving the suit away, no way in hell."
"Why are you being such a brat?" The words escaped from Tony's mouth before he could stop himself. He expected Peter to apologize or to look ashamed.
Instead Peter's eyes were filled with anger as he snarled. "I hate you."
The words stung as Tony was taken back by the statement. The words had been delivered with so much anger and bitterness. Peter had never spoken to him like that, let alone use the word, hate.
"Peter-" Tony's voice shook a little.
"Leave me alone!" Peter said as he used his web shooters to escape towards one of the other buildings in rapid motion and away from Tony as soon possible. Tony had been about to follow him and give him a piece of his mind when he heard a voice say softly. "Leave him," Wanda said softly. "Give him time to cool off."
"Cool off?" Tony snapped. "Did you hear how he spoke to me?"
"I heard." Wanda said. "He's young, Tony and the past few weeks have been tough. Just let him cool off, please."
Pepper Potts looked at the clock in the kitchen that was hardly used. 8:10pm. Well, it usually was hardly used. Pepper and Tony usually lived on takeout or fancy French restaurants since neither of them weren't exactly cooks. There was batter all over the once white kitchen and eggshells on the floor. Pepper hoped that the red stains on the wall was ketchup.
"Vision?" Pepper asked tiredly. "Did you use the kitchen again?"
Vision stepped in, in his usual sweater vest and slacks reminding Pepper of a 70's dad in a bad sitcom. "I did not Ms. Potts. Mr. Stark had banned me from the kitchen until further notice."
Pepper sighed.
With the Avengers back at HQ the place had turned into a frat/ sorority house once again. Though honestly a more depressing once. Pepper even missed all of the noise. "Friday, any idea who is responsible?"
"That will be Mr. Stark." Friday chirped. "He cooked dinner and is in his lab right now. Shall I let him know that you're looking for him?"
Pepper sighed. "No, I'll do it." Tony only cooked when he was really upset. Pepper headed down to the lab and saw Tony fiddling around with a wrench. A half eaten disgusting plate of food was next to him. "Tony? Are you ok?"
Tony looked up, he looked trouble. "Me? Yeah. Super." Pepper rolled her eyes and sat on a chair next to him.
"I know that is not true. You cooked."
"I don't cook when I'm upset."
"Tony. Talk to me, I'm your fiancée. Is there really anything you can't tell me."
Tony swallowed and looked at the floor. "It's Peter. He's out of control, I saved his ass today and he completely lost it. He yelled at me. Told me he hated me. I was having Howard flashbacks."
"You're upset that a teenager yelled at you." Pepper played with his hair. "And that's why you're here, pouting? Who would have thought that Iron Man had feelings." Tony rested his head on Pepper's chest. Pepper kissed his forehead. "Everything will work out, Tony you'll see. Peter is a good kid, before you know it you two dorks will be laughing in your lab again."
May closed the door as she tried to balance her keys as well as two bags of Thai food. "Peter, help me with the food, please." There was no response. "Peter?"
May set the food down on the table and went to Peter's room worriedly. It was almost 9pm, Peter should have been home by now. May went towards his room. "Peter, Honey?"
The room was empty and her voice cracked when she saw the empty room. "Peter?"
-End of Chapter Three-
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