Don't worry guys, I'm alive. Okay, so it's been a while. I've been very busy lately, but things seem to be slowing down for now, so hopefully updates won't take as long. Sorry if this is shorter than usual, and VERY unedited, I needed to get something out before everyone lost interest.

Tony:

''I have literally nothing to wear!''

Tony glanced up from his work as Peter walked in with a slightly guilty expression on his face. Setting the papers aside, he reached for the keys resting on the coffee table beside him and jumped to his feet.

''Are you going somewhere?''

''I believe I'm taking a certain teen shopping.''

''Tony, you don't have to do that, it's just this is my first date and I don't want to ruin it by dressing like an idiot, but most of my nicer clothes are at the apartment.''

Tony nodded, thinking for a minute. Peter hadn't gone back to his apartment once, or even asked. He was trying to be understanding, which was a lot harder than it sounds, as that was a trait he never had. Grieving took time, that was something he knew, and if that's what Peter needed then he decided he would do his best to help him take things slowly. This was the first time he brought up the apartment so he felt he should at least offer to take him.

''Do you want me to take you to the apartment?'' He asked, speaking softer this time.

Peter shrugged, placing his arms on the back of the couch and resting his head on them. ''I don't know.''

''It's okay if you're not ready to go back there yet. You know, that right?'' Tony verified, sitting back down on the couch and placing his own hand gently over Peter's.

''I'm just, I guess. Um.''

''You okay?'' Tony asked, as Peter covered his face with his hands.

''Tony?''

''Come here.'' Once Peter was close enough, Tony pulled him onto the couch. ''What was that all about buddy?''

''I don't want to go back there, I, I can't.''

''Okay, okay, I said you don't have to Pete. It's perfectly fine if you aren't ready.''

''I'm gonna have a panic attack.''

''No, you're not. Just take a deep breath.'' He watched as Peter's slightly panicked breathing began to slow down. ''You good?''

''Sorry.''

''No, don't be sorry. Kid, you didn't do anything. I would like to know what that was all about though.''

''I, I don't know. I mean it was just sort of triggered? When you asked if I wanted to go back,'' Peter answered, twisting his fingers together.

''Okay.'' Tony replied, thinking. ''Is there any particular reason why you don't want to go there?''

''Um. I guess, part of me is just, kind of scared. I know it's stupid, and it doesn't make any sense, but all of my nightmares start out in that apartment.''

Tony nodded. He was aware that Peter was still having nightmares, as Peter would occasionally come and talk to him about them, if asked. But, now that he thought about it, they hadn't talked about them in a while. ''First off, that's not stupid at all kiddo. Second, I love you and I want you to feel safe, so take your time okay. There's no rush.''

''Thanks Tony.''

''Don't worry about it. Can I get you anything? You're looking a little flushed there.''

''Um, water?''

''Okay. One second. I'll be right back bud'' Tony promised as he made his way to kitchen. Moments later he was back on the couch offering Peter the water. ''You okay now?''

''I think so, I just don't feel good.'' He admitted, looking up at Tony, eyes pleading.

Tony's heart ached. He wanted more than anything to make it stop for him.

''I don't know why this happens so often.''

''It's just anxiety,'' he explained. ''Just relax, you're okay. I've got you,'' he assured, wishing more than anything that he could take all the pain away. Peter didn't deserve this, he was so young, and so sweet. So innocent.

Peter:

''It's just anxiety.''

Even though that was intended to calm him, it only made him feel worse. Because it wasn't just anxiety. It was the absolute worse. It left him scared, and weak, and tired. And it just wouldn't go away!

''Just relax, you're okay. I've got you.''

''Okay,'' he whispered, leaning into his mentor as he gently brushed his hair back. He closed his eyes, knowing that the relaxation wouldn't last for long, as he still had to figure out something to wear for his date. But for now, he didn't care.

About an hour later Tony was shaking him awake. ''Huh? Did I fall asleep?''

''Yeah, just for a bit. You probably needed it. But now I need you to eat something.''

''Okay,'' he agreed easily. There was no denying the empty feeling in his stomach, despite having ate breakfast only a few hours ago.

''What do you want? If I don't have it, I'll have Friday place an order.''

''Oh, I'm fine with anything really.''

''I'm sure you are. But I'm asking you, what do you want? You've got to have some favorite food.''

''May wasn't exactly the best cook, so we kind of ate out a lot.'' As soon as the words were out, Peter found himself slapping a hand over his mouth. ''I'm sorry,'' he whispered, though he wasn't quite sure who he was whispering to. It's not like May was there to hear him.

''You're fine kiddo. Okay, I'm going to make you something, then after you eat, you're going to help me place an order.''

''Okay,'' he murmured, still feeling very guilty.

''What is this? Tony Stark cooking food?'' Asked an amused Bruce, as he strolled into the lounge, along with Rhodey.

''I'll get the fire extinguisher.'' Rhodey joked.

''Oh, shut up.'' Tony snarled.

''Bruce! You're back.'' Peter of course ran up to greet him. Bruce was surprised when he chose to greet him with a hug instead of a simple hello.

''Hey kid, sorry I got back late last night. Did you guys have fun?''

''Yeah, wish you could've come though.''

Bruce smiled. ''Next time.''

''You want to hang with us while your dad makes lunch?'' Rhodey offered.

''Sure!'' Peter exclaimed, not even noticing that Rhodey had used the word dad instead of Tony. Tony however did notice.

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