AN:I know I've been all over the place with fandoms and stories recently. This story will have a similar structure to my Grey's Anatomy one - I will write one-shots or short stories that follow this when the inspiration strikes or when I get a suggestion that I connect with.
Also, this work was supposed to be like, 2000 words max when I started it - and now that it's complete, it's almost 12000. I hope y'all enjoy!
Peter's heart sank when he heard his Dad's voice over the coms. "Steve's down. I repeat, Steve's down. I'm getting him out of here, he's got to get to medbay."
Moments later, Peter saw Iron Man carrying his Papa through the sky. But Peter couldn't focus on that for long, because they still had to defeat the Hydra army that had been invading their city.
Peter wasn't really supposed to be there -Spiderman was a small town hero compared to the Avengers. But he had worked with the Avengers before on multiple occasions, and he was doing patrol when the battle started to go down. He couldn't stand back and watch his dads - and the rest of his family - deal with the attack and not help.
"Come on, Spidey. Head in the game." Natasha called to him, and Peter jolted back into action.
They finally finished their battle, and nobody else seemed to be seriously hurt.
"Anyone hear from Tony yet?" Sam asked, landing.
Nobody had. Peter felt his anxiety spike and tried to push it away.
Nobody gave him a second look, but then, nobody knew he was Peter Rogers-Stark, son of Steve Rogers and Tony Stark.
Because after two years, everyone thought he was dead.
Two Years Earlier
Peter was pacing his room. He was in a lot of trouble. He'd been patrolling as Spiderman for about a month now - but nobody knew that he was Spiderman, especially his dads. Peter knew they would never approve of him flying through the city as a superhero/vigilante.
But his dad's had just found out that he wasn't going to Ned's the afternoons that he had said he was, and now he was in major shit.
Tony had instructed Friday to alert Tony if Peter tried to leave the Compound before Steve and Tony had had a chance to speak to him.
Peter knew he had been acting different since the spider bite. And he knew that he should probably tell his dad's what had happened, but he wasn't ready to. He enjoyed what he was doing.
But he still hadn't adjusted to the changes his body had gone through. He was hungry literally all the time. Peter kept boatloads of protein bars in his backpack, and he had gotten some protein powder, and that all seemed to help him keep the hunger at bay - or at least at a bearable level, without attracting a ton of suspicion from his dads.
He was also irritable. His senses were dialed to 11, so he was constantly overwhelmed by all different stimuli, especially noise and touch. The Compound was a loud place most of the time. He didn't know how his Papa handled it. And it seemed everything that touched him was rougher or hurt his skin. The material he made his spider suit out of was lightweight and, while it didn't offer protection, didn't affect his newfound sensitivity to touch.
On top of all of that, his Spidey sense would not leave him alone. It almost felt like he was being… hunted. That feeling hadn't left him in over a week.
So Peter had been grumpy. And rude and angry, and he knew his dads had noticed. But he wasn't sure how the conversation with them was going to go.
They finally called him out into the living room so that they could talk. Tony was seated in one armchair, with Steve catty-corner to him on the couch. Peter sat across from both of them on the other couch, his guard up.
"Peter," Steve started, his voice soft and firm at the same time. "What's going on?"
Peter had to fight his overwhelming urge to just information dump everything that was going on in his head at that simple question. His Papa had a way of making him just want to spill everything.
Instead, Peter shrugged. "Nothing's going on," He said, not liking how snippy that came out, but it was too late. He tried to backtrack. "I'm fine. Nothing is wrong." He said, his voice softer.
"Pete, where have you been on the evenings that you told us you were with Ned?" Tony asked him.
Peter shrugged again. "Just hanging around." He didn't have an excuse that wouldn't get him in more trouble than he was already in.
"Peter, some of these times you've lied to us about have been overnight. What have you been doing?" Steve's voice was more firm.
"It doesn't matter." Peter grumbled. "I'm fine."
"It does matter." Tony snapped. "It isn't safe for you to be out in the city by yourself without us knowing where you are. It especially isn't safe if you do it overnight."
Peter scoffed. He was ready to just tell them everything and get it over with, but his spidey sense shot through the roof at the very thought. Peter had to make a concerted effort not to let it show on his face. Something told him that telling them - that even being around them - would put them in insurmountable danger.
His urge to run was strong, and as Peter sat there, staring at them, he realized he couldn't stay here. He realized that staying here was putting them at risk. And as out of control as he had felt with his emotions recently, he did really love his dads. And he would never forgive himself if they got hurt because of him.
"Peter, we you." Steve said after a long moment of silence while Peter was contemplating his decision. "We need to know what's going on. We're your parents and we want to keep you safe."
"I'm 14." He scoffed. "I'm fine. I can take care of myself." He was now purposely harsh, knowing that he was going to run - run and not come back. It'll be easier if I push them away first. He told himself.
Tony laughed. "Peter, I know you think you can, but I remember what it was like to be 14. You have no idea what can happen."
"Nothing is going on with me. I'm fine." Peter reiterated. "I can take care of myself, I'm not in danger."
"So you won't tell us where you are going?" Steve asked.
"Because I'm not going anywhere notable." Peter rolled his eyes for effect.
Steve and Tony glanced at each other while Peter waited.
"Then you're grounded. Indefinitely." Steve told him. "No hanging out with Ned or any other friends. When you are done with school or Academic Decathlon at the end of the day, Happy or one of us will pick you up. You will come straight back here. You can only use your electronics for your school work. Hand over your cell phone."
Peter shot out of his seat. "That's not fair!" He yelled, though he knew it was coming. "I'm not doing anything wrong!"
"It is fair." Tony said calmly. "This is for your own good, Peter. Until we know what you've been up to, we need to make sure you are safe."
"You can't take everything from me. What am I supposed to do in the evenings?"
"Your grounding will receive an end date once you tell us what's going on. Until then, you'll find some things for you to do. You have homework, you can still read. You can spend time with us." He motioned between the two of them.
Peter laughed sarcastically, and while he had been purposely making a big deal out of this conversation earlier, that comment hit home.
"Oh, right, in the two minutes you two spend with me each day?" He scowled at them. "If either you had been around at all in the last six months maybe you'd have realized sooner that I'm never fucking here."
"Peter-" Tony started, but Peter was shaking his head trying to keep tears from forming.
"Nevermind." He hissed and pulled his phone out of his pocket and practically threw it at them. "There. I'm going to my room."
Steve seemed to move to stop him, saying his name again, but Tony stopped him with a hand on his arm and a small shake of his head. Peter stormed off, hoping to get to his room before he lost it. And he knew that Tony had given Friday specific instructions, and he was hoping his planned loophole that he had found would be enough - if he was able to get out of here fast enough.
Peter was quickly moving back to his room when he heard his dad's start speaking.
"Steve, you know I never wanted Peter-" whatever Tony had been saying was cut off with a loud bang that echoed through the compound. Peter heard Tony and Steve run off to discover what it was.
I never wanted Peter.
Peter almost froze, but forced himself to keep moving, not able to accomplish his goal and dwell at the same time. His spidey sense had lessened significantly every time he thought about leaving - he knew he had to.
In his room, Peter grabbed his backpack with his suit and dumped his textbooks out - he wouldn't be going to school anymore. He shoved all the protein bars and protein powder he could in there, and he dug out his stash of cash that he kept - it was a decent amount, enough to keep him going for a couple months at least. Peter tore his watch off, knowing that it carried a tracker chip in it. He also shoved in a couple clothing items and pulled a hoodie - one of Tony's MIT ones - over his head. He glanced around his room, checking that he had the bare minimum with him. Satisfied, he was about to go out the window when he caught a glimpse of something.
It was a picture. It was Steve and Tony and Peter at Peter's 5th grade graduation. God, that seemed forever ago, even though it was only about five years. Before Peter could overthink it, he grabbed the photo and shoved it into his bag.
"Friday, what instructions have my dad's given you?" Peter asked.
"They instructed that you weren't to leave the compound until after you spoke with them." Friday told him.
"Well, I did that, so I'm going out now." Peter told her.
"Would you like me to inform them that you have left?" Friday asked.
"No, that's okay, Friday. I would prefer that you didn't. They are busy right now."
"Okay, Peter." Friday responded.
Peter pushed open his window with an ominous feeling, and without looking back, swung outside.
Present
"Come on, Spiderman." Natasha threw her arm around Peter's shoulders. "Come with us to the compound to check on Cap."
"I'm okay." Peter responded, pulling away from the touch. "I'm sure I'll hear on the news how he is." His voice had changed really soon after he had run away, and he knew it was unrecognizable now. Thank God for puberty.
"Come on, nobody is going to make you take your mask off or reveal your secret identity." Clint chided. "But you've been fighting with us for long enough, come to the compound and check on Cap with us."
Peter checked his spidey sense. It wasn't triggered by the decision to go to the compound. That didn't make it a good idea - his spidey sense hadn't been triggered by lots of bad decisions - but it indicated that it was safe.
The tingle that he had gotten the night he had left had been resolved by a villain that had been tracking Peter, planning to go through his family before it finally got Peter - but Peter had gotten to it first. So he didn't have to worry about bringing that danger back to his family.
"Yeah, alright." Peter agreed, his heart constricting. He missed the compound, the compound was his home. And it was far better than the crappy apartment that he could barely pay for that he kept in Queens. That apartment had barely anything in it - he used it almost exclusively for sleep.
When they stepped into he compound, Peter had to remind himself that this was supposedly his first time coming there - he didn't know where anything was. He drank in his surroundings, keeping his mask firmly in place to protect his identity. He followed the other Avengers to the kitchen, where Sam started making food. Peter remembered that when Sam was nervous, he needed to be busy. And his Papa and Sam had been pretty close friends.
Peter sat with the rest, not saying much, but just listening to the idle chit-chat that they had going. Besides Natasha, Clint, and Sam; Rhodey was the only other one present - his Dad's best friend. Thor wasn't around right now, and Bucky was on assignment in Europe. Bruce was helping to take care of Steve.
Speaking of Bruce, he came into the kitchen, his face haggard. Everyone stopped, giving him their undivided attention, desperate for answers.
"How's Steve?" Sam asked, breaking the silence.
Bruce shook his head. "Not good." He admitted. "He was injected with something, and it's causing his body to attack his blood cells. I've tried to transfuse him with his own blood, since thats the only blood that really works, but its just attacking that too. If I could get his blood diluted enough, I think with his super healing, he would be able to outlast the attack - but I don't have anything to dilute it with that his body would accept."
"What about Bucky? He's a super soldier too." Rhodey suggested.
"They aren't the same blood type, it wouldn't work."
"Are any of us the same blood type?" Clint asked.
"He's O positive." Bruce grumbled. "Which means he can only accept O positive or o negative blood. And none of you have that. Well, Tony does, but his wouldn't work for this - Steve's body rejects normal blood. There's only one person I know that could donate and-" Bruce cut himself off, but everyone else was nodding.
Peter was confused. Who could donate? Then it hit him - they were talking about him - or Peter, at least.
Peter couldn't stay silent - not when his Papa's life was on the line. He cleared his throat. "Umm… I'm O Positive."
Everyone turned to look at him. He'd been quiet up until now. Bruce seemed to be considering. "You've never let me look at your blood before, Spiderman." He acknowledged. "But you have superstrenth and superhealing. Let's check you out and see if you would be a match."
Peter nodded and followed Bruce away from the others, his heart in his throat. His spidey sense was going off, telling him that this was a horrible idea, but he pushed it away. His Papa was more important.
Once in Bruce's lab, where he intended to draw some of Peter's blood and run some tests, Bruce spoke.
"You know." He said casually. "None of us bite." He glanced at Peter. "You don't have to take your mask off - though I do need you to roll up your sleeve so I can take blood - but we are safe. You don't have to hide from us."
Peter knew that the cat was out of the bag as soon as he opened his mouth and volunteered. He wasn't stupid. Bruce had been asking for a blood sample practically since he met Spiderman. And Peter knew that he would take this opportunity to get some blood to run the tests that he wanted to - and those tests would likely tell him that Spiderman and Peter were the same person.
"Yeah, I will." Peter swallowed. "And I recognize that when I do, you're going to have a lot of questions. And that you aren't going to keep my identity secret from the others. But I'm asking that you keep it under wraps until after we figure out if I can help - if I can help Cap."
Bruce raised an eyebrow at Peter. "I'm intrigued." He admitted. "I think I can handle that."
With shaking hands, Peter pulled his mask off his head. "Hey Uncle Bruce."
Bruce looked at him with his mouth hanging open. "But - what - wh- huh?" He sputtered. "Peter?"
"The one and only." Peter shrugged. "Well, not really, there are lots of people with the name Peter, but I'm pretty sure I'm the only Peter that-" Peter's rambling was cut off with a tight hug. Peter flinched. While his other senses had adjusted to being constantly overstimulated, he still struggled with touch. He hadn't been able to get acclimated to touch, especially from other people, due to not being around other people - at least not ones he wanted touching him.
Bruce pulled back. "I can't believe you're alive. I need to get Tony-"
"You promised that you would wait. We need to take care of P- Cap first." Peter still needed to distance himself. He wasn't delusional, he knew his parents would be pissed at him.
Bruce tilted his head, still seemingly in awe of who was in front of him.
"I'm putting my mask back on." Peter stated. "You're freaking me out."
Bruce snapped out of it. "No." He whispered. "Leave it off. I'm just - I'm really happy to see you, kid. And so will your dads-"
"Take my blood and test it." Peter said sullenly. "I know I used to be compatible because he's biologically my dad, so I have some inactive super soldier genes, but I don't know since I was bitten by the spider if that changes anything. And then… and then we can tell Mr. Stark."
Bruce looked sad for a moment, but did start getting ready to take Peter's blood. Peter had grown used to calling his dad's other names - even in his head. He didn't want to mess up when out with them fighting and call them the wrong name.
He tried to avoid thinking about seeing his Dads - it made him anxious and excited all at the same time.
"Why'd you leave, kid?" Bruce asked finally, after he had the needle out of Peter's arm.
Peter shrugged. "It's a long story."
I never wanted Peter.
He pushed that thought away to listen to what Bruce was saying.
"Your dads - they haven't been the same. You have no idea how much they miss you, how worried they've been about you. If I told your dad that you're here, it would be the only thing that would ever cause him to leave Steve's side right now."
Bruce started running the tests and Peter sat there in silence, just watching him. Finally, Bruce sighed.
"What?" Peter asked.
"All of my tests indicate that your blood will do the trick." Bruce told him.
"Great." Peter rolled his sleeves back up. "Lets get this done."
Bruce hesitated. "I should get Tony first. Technically, he has to consent because you're a minor."
"Listen." Peter said, getting frustrated. "Its been two years since either of my dads have had a say in my choices. If we want to talk about technically, I'm well aware that I've been declared dead and that they have a death certificate. A dead person doesn't need consent. I don't care if you need to tie me down with vibranium when you're done taking my blood to make sure that I don't leave without talking to Mr. Stark. I'm not going anywhere. But I'm not ready, either."
"Fine." Bruce agreed. "But if you leave this building-"
"I won't." Peter promised, sagging. He was tired. He was tired of being alone. Tired of worrying about his dads all the time. He knew that they may not welcome him back with open arms, but at least everything would be out in the open.
Bruce took his blood in silence. When he pulled the needle out, he finally spoke again.
"A general blood donation is one pint." Bruce told him. "I believe you will regenerate blood faster than a normal person, part of your super healing. I'm hoping to be able to get 4-5 pints from you over the next couple of hours to use on Cap. I'm going to start transfusing him now, and then we can draw more and keep repeating the process. I promise I won't take too much of your blood." Bruce winked at him.
"Whatever you need to do." Peter said, and then he pulled his mask on, causing Bruce to frown. "I'm going to stay here and nap. And please don't tell anyone." He asked again.
"I won't." Bruce said. "Friday, do not let Spiderman leave this building under any circumstances."
"Yes Dr. Banner." The AI responded.
Peter shrugged. "Whatever helps you sleep." He went over to the couch on the other side of the room, and promptly fell asleep, because despite the anxiety coursing through him, this was the safest he had felt in two years.
Bruce took blood from Peter 4 times throughout the afternoon, but Peter didn't really feel any difference from it. When Bruce came back after the fourth one, Peter assumed he would need more, and rolled his sleeve up. "I'm good to go, Doc." He said.
"No need, Peter." Bruce told him gently. "Steve has had a major turnaround. I can't detect the substance that was attacking him anymore. He's up and talking with your Dad right now.
"Oh." Peter nodded jerkily, and tears welled in his eyes, relief flooding him. "That's great."
"I've told the others that they can't see him for a while - he needs rest and whatever. They've all headed back to their floors and will be around later."
Peter nodded. "You want me to go see them now." He guessed.
"You got to rip the bandaid off, kid." Bruce told him. "I don't know what you're expecting, but I'm sure that whatever argument you had with them before you ran, whatever you were hiding, whatever they could possibly be mad at you for - it doesn't matter. Not anymore. They've missed you too much, they've worried about you too much." Bruce looked him up and down. "Speaking of worrying - you are significantly underweight." He looked at Peter more critically. "I kept some of your blood - I'm going to do a full work-up on you and develop you a supplement that will allow your body to have the nutrients and calories that it needs without you having to eat constantly all day long. I'll check on your overall health as well, I'm sure your dads would want that."
Peter shrugged. "Okay. Thanks."
"Come on," Bruce put his arm around Peter lightly. "Let's go see your dads."
Peter allowed Bruce to lead him to the infirmary. He could see inside, even though it was dark, seeing as it was the middle of the night now. Both of his dads seemed to be sleeping. Steve was in the bed, and Tony had fallen asleep hunched over, his own head on Steve's lap.
Peter had seen them like that many times before, though sometimes the position was swapped when it was his Dad that was hurt instead of his Papa. His heart hurt at the sight.
"They're sleeping." He murmured. "Maybe I should come back later."
"Go." Bruce pushed him forward, opening the door for him, shoving him through, and closing it with a soft click behind him.
Peter took a deep breath to steady himself and took his mask off, the only part of his suit he still had on. He was really going to do this. He was frozen in place though, he couldn't seem to make his feet move. His mouth was dry, and he licked his lips. What should he say? What would they say? Maybe this was a mistake-
He took one step forward. And then another, drawn to the figures on the bed like a moth to a flame.
He hit a creaky spot, and with his Papa's hearing, it didn't surprise Peter when his eyes flew open. He turned to face Peter and they locked eyes. Peter froze, not sure what to do now that he had been spotted. He watched as a multitude of emotions flashed across his Papa's face. Amazement, fear, relief, and love being the most notable. Peter and Steve just stared at each other for what felt like an eternity.
"Am I seeing things?" He murmured, so quietly that Peter wouldn't have heard him if he didn't have his own superhearing.
"No." Peter whispered just as quietly, finally moving forward again. "I'm - I'm really here, Papa." his body was tight, ready to run at the first sign of rejection, but Steve reached for Peter and Peter came closer until he was finally within reach. He barely managed to stop himself from flinching when Steve reached up and touched his face, gently, as if not expecting to find something solid.
Tony stirred then, and sat up, rubbing his eyes with his hands. "What's going on?" He grumbled. Then he froze as he too locked eyes on Peter. He reached out his hand automatically, stopping just short of touching Peter. They were treating him like a wounded animal - something that might bolt if you moved too suddenly or did something they didn't like. Peter had to admit, that wasn't a bad description of him.
"Petey? Bambino?" Tony breathed out.
"Yeah, Dad." He was shaking. He couldn't figure out what was going through their minds.
Tony reacted first, having the benefit of not being completely exhausted from his body attacking itself all day. He grasped Peter's shoulder, and upon discovering that he was really there, he let out a cry and pulled Peter tight to him. Peter could feel his Dad's tears in his hair as he rocked Peter back and forth.
I never wanted Peter.
That didn't flow with what Peter was experiencing right now. This Dad, this was the Dad he remembered from when he was a kid. Not the one who's voice played over and over in Peter's head in an unwelcomed loop.
Finally, Papa grew impatient. "My turn," He said, reaching up and tugging at Peter. Tony let go, his face chapped, and Steve pulled Peter down to his chest, and Peter automatically climbed into the bed, nestling against his Papa, drawing comfort.
"Oh, my baby." He whispered over and over again, running his fingers through Peter's hair and kissing the top of his head. Tony had let him go, but he hadn't stopped touching him either.
The constant touch plus the emotions running through him were starting to overwhelm Peter, but he wanted so desperately to stay where he was - he never wanted to leave this position.
Finally, he couldn't handle it. He pulled back and got off the bed, completely separating himself from their touch. "I'm sorry." He muttered. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I can't."
"Can't what, Petey?" Tony asked, and his voice broke.
"I - I get overwhelmed really easily. With touch. It's too much. I'm sorry, just give me a minute." Peter clenched his eyes closed and formed his hands into fists, clenching and unclenching, and focused on his breathing, trying to drown out all of the overwhelming stimuli around him.
After what felt like an eternity, he felt like was able to stand stimuli again and he opened his eyes, his breathing only slightly labored. "I'm - yeah, I'm okay now. Sorry." Peter rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm sorry for a lot of things. I owe you guys one hell of an explanation." His voice cracked. "And I understand if you're too angry with me to want to hear it, if you want me to just go-"
He was cut off by two voices, speaking simultaneously and sounding absolutely panicked."No!"
Papa had shot upward on the bed, and Tony had reached out his hand, as if to grab him, and thought better of it, letting it swing back down.
"Please don't leave, Pete." Steve said quietly. "We aren't angry with you."
Peter scoffed, not believing that for a second.
"We may eventually be angry." Tony conceded. "But Pete, you're our son. And you've been missing for two years. We thought you were dead. Anger? That's not the emotion we are feeling right now."
"What are you feeling?"
"Absolute and utter relief." Steve told him.
"Like I can finally breathe." Tony added.
Hesitantly, Peter pulled up a chair and sat down next to Steve's bed, across from Tony. He curled himself into a ball and looked at them.
"Friday, lights to 70 percent." Tony commanded. The room got significantly brighter, and his Dad and Papa continued to stare at him.
"God, you've grown up." Tony's eyes welled with tears.
"Yeah." Peter shrugged, not really sure how to answer that. "I um… I'm sure you have a lot of questions for me."
Papa laughed. "Yeah, you could say that." He turned serious. "But seriously. Peter, why did you run? Why did you leave?"
"Well." Peter didn't know how to start. "I guess it starts… in case you haven't noticed - I am Spiderman." He held up his mask as evidence.
"Oh, I did." Tony said faintly.
"Well… yeah. That's what I was hiding from you guys. I'd just been bitten not long ago, and I wasn't… I wasn't in control of myself, of my emotions. The only thing that was helping even a little bit was patrolling - that's what I wouldn't tell you I was doing, by the way. And I get this thing I refer to as a spidey sense - it tells me when I'm in danger. And until I made the decision to leave, to run, it wouldn't go away. I've taken care of what what was causing that reaction - I got him around a year ago. Anyway, I realized that I had to run while you were punishing me, so I pushed it harder. I thought if I could make you mad enough, that I could make a cleaner break, for me and for you. And I don't know what I was planning - I really wasn't planning to be away that long, I was going to find out what was making my spidey sense tingle and then come back, once I knew it was safe for me and for you both. I'm sorry that the last conversation we had was an argument that was completely my fault, that has haunted me every day. But then I heard-" Peter stopped, taking a breath, not sure if he wanted to go on. "Nevermind, it's not important-"
Papa raised a hand. "No, I think that was one of the most important parts of the story right there. It may have been two years since I last saw you, son, but you can't pull one over on me. What did you hear?"
Peter looked back and forth between his dads. He didn't understand what he heard, but it had haunted him ever since. "I- I have super senses." He reminded them. They knew about his abilities as Spiderman, but not in the context of their son having those abilities. "I get overwhelmed easily by noises and touch and even sometimes with visual stimuli because I hear and feel and see too much." He knew he was rambling and decided to bring the point in, though he couldn't meet either's eyes. "When I was going back to my room - after our argument - I heard Dad say that he never really wanted me." He mumbled the last part, and Papa sucked in a breath, having heard every word, but Dad hadn't quite processed what he heard.
"Peter- no, baby." Steve breathed out. Peter felt his hand on his shoulder and he forced himself to look up and make eye contact. "I don't know what you heard - but your dad and I have always loved you and will always love you. And you have always always always been wanted."
"You did hear those words," Tony breathed, his face horrified. He closed his eyes, remembering. "You had yelled about us not being around, and I was telling Papa - I was telling him that I never wanted you to feel like you were second priority to our jobs as superheros, but that explosion happened in the lab and-" Tony's voice broke off with a sob, and Peter was surprised to find tears on his own face.
"Really?" Peter asked, feeling like his heart might pound out of his chest. "You didn't - you do want me?"
"Bambino," Tony couldn't help himself, he came around the bed and sat down on it, directly in front of Peter. "I've always wanted you." He whispered.
Peter lurched forward, into his Dad's arms, his turn to sob. Tony rubbed Peter's back, holding him. "I'm sorry I believed that." He choked out.
"I'm sorry you heard that, baby." Tony whispered. "I am so so sorry."
"That was why - that was why I stayed away. I thought - I thought-" He couldn't finish, just clinging to his dad's shirt. But Peter must have been tired, because without even realizing it, he fell asleep.
AN: I know that isn't quite how the spider sense works - I took some liberties with Peter's abilities
