Peter was sitting on the far side of the field with Bucky and TC just after school got out. It was crisp outside and the car didn't need anymore work. They were planning on taking a secret test drive around five. It was a Thursday so technically Peter couldn't leave campus, but Stark could and he could certainly attempt to smuggle Peter out. Pete had told Stark that he could go for a ride without him, it was his car. But Stark had told them that it was "their car" and he wouldn't go without Peter.
Bucky passed Peter a cigarette and he lit it, taking a very small drag and then puffing out the smoke. Peter didn't smoke often, didn't even really like it, but Bucky and TC had asked him to hang out so Peter had agreed. Smoking the second cigarette of his life wouldn't get him addicted so he didn't really see it as a problem.
"Hey, who is that?" TC asked, pointed towards at two figures jogging across the field.
"Looks kind of like Steve and Scott maybe?" Bucky said and squinted his eyes a little, trying to make out who they were. The sun was behind them though so it was hard to tell.
"Peter!" A voice yelled and the three of them immediately got to their feet, that was not Steve or Scott, that was Mr. Barton.
"Oh shit." Bucky said and smashed the pack into his back pocket, putting out his cigarette on his jeans and shoving that into his pocket as well.
"We're screwed." TC said and did the same that Bucky had just done. "So screwed." He reiterated, eyes wide.
Peter was scrambling with what to do with his, he was wearing a pair of nice sweat pants, so finally he just squeezed it tightly in his hands and tried to cover the wince of it burning against his palm. They were probably already caught, but it was worth a shot.
"Pete, you gotta come with us, right now." Barton said and Peter looked confused between TC and Bucky for a minute. "We don't give shit you were smoking, just don't do it again and all that, but Pete you have to come." He said and then Peter, Banner, and Barton were jogging back across the field, TC and Bucky taking off in the opposite direction.
"I don't understand, what's going on?" He questioned, finally opening his fist and dropping the now burnt out cigarette on the ground, glancing down at his hand that was stinging, but choosing not to worry about it at the moment.
"We'll tell you when we get to Ms. Romanov's office." Mr. Banner promised.
When they finally made it to the office he was greeted by Ms. Romanov in all of her intimidating glory, along with Mr. Stark sitting in one chair, and Dr. Strange in another. "Peter, please take a seat." She said and Pete sat down on the open sofa. There were chairs surrounding a coffee table, he was opposite of Ms. Romanov and Mr. Barton sat next to him, Mr. Banner remaining standing.
"What's happening?" He asked, concern spread across his face. Almost all of his teachers in one room, that couldn't mean anything good. Before Ms. Romanov could respond, Coulson slipped in to, alright make that actually all of my teachers.
"We've just received a call Peter, that your aunt May was in an accident." She said obviously trying to keep her voice soft and soothing.
Peter froze up going stiff as a board and he felt the blood rush from his extremities, his hands and feet went cold, his face turned a sinewy yellow color. "An accident?" He reiterated, slowly, testing the words on his tongue as he said them.
"She's in the ICU right now, the hospital contacted us to tell you. No one's sure what to expect right now." She said and Peter sunk into the couch. Mr. Barton put a soft hand on Peter's shoulder and Coulson was standing directly behind him, trying to offer a calming presence.
"Oh man, oh man." He muttered to himself, screwing his eyes shut and rubbing the heels of his hands into them. He was reminded of the stabbing pain in his palm and winced.
"Strange, I think he burned his hand if you could take a look at it." Barton said and Peter looked down at his palm which had a angry red, blistering circle on it.
"Yeah, of course." He got up from his chair and knelt next to Peter, taking the boys hand in his own. "I'll be right back, keep your hand open." Strange instructed and then left the room and Peter went right back to trying to deep breathe and understand what was happening around him. The pain in his hand was at least drawing some of his brain power to it, not leaving him completely open to just thinking about May.
"I need to go home. I can right? I can go see her?" He asked, quietly, pitifully almost.
"Oh Peter of course you can. We were just going to figure out how to get you there. Do you have money for a bus or a cab?" She asked, crossing one leg over the other and leaning over in her seat a little. She seemed really nice right now, Peter appreciated having a female presence among all the male teachers, she was making this a lot more bearable.
"No, I uh, we don't really have any money." He admitted with a sigh. They had an emergency fund, but May would need it to cover the hospital bills.
"I can take him. I'll drive him." Mr. Stark said and then looked at Peter for the first time since he'd entered the room. "Is that alright with you Peter?"
"Uh, yeah, yes that's fine." He said, looking into Stark's eyes. He just wanted to cry in that moment, but the small smile that Stark flashed him caused him to swallow down his tears and get back to the matter at hand.
"Okay, that works. Tony we'll cancel your classes for tomorrow. Peter I don't want you to come back until Tuesday at least. We'll try and help for a bus ride back or something. Does that sound alright?" She asked him and he nodded absentmindedly.
Strange walked back into the room and slathered a cream on Peter's burn. Coulson looked disapprovingly at the obviously shaped burn, but didn't say anything. He would probably let everyone off the hook for that.
"Can we go right now?" Peter asked, still quiet and timid.
"Yeah, let's go grab some of your stuff and then we'll leave as soon as we can." Stark promised and stood up while Peter did.
"I uh, thanks everyone." He said to the room full of all of his teachers. It wasn't kind of them to take the time out of their days for him like this, even if gratitude wasn't at the forefront of his mind at the moment.
"We're so sorry Pete, everything will work out for the best." Mr. Banner said reassuringly and then Peter was walking out of Ms. Romanov's office, Stark directly in step with him.
They walked in silence back to the dorms, and the serious look on his face accompanied with Mr. Stark's presence stopped anyone from approaching him, he didn't want to explain what was happening to anyone right now. Didn't want to break down crying in the middle of the upperclassman dorms.
He grabbed the bare minimum from his room, throwing them into his satchel, and then pulled Mr. Stark's flannel out of his laundry basket and pulled it on. He couldn't explain why he wanted to wear it when it was 55 degrees outside, it made him feel safe, in a way, and he desperately wanted to feel safe and protected at the moment. He threw his phone charger and toothbrush in his bag and then nodded up at Mr. Stark.
"We'll take my truck, should get us there fast." Stark said and spun the keys on his index finger.
"We're not going to take the car?" Peter asked quietly as they walked through the parking lot, looking up at Mr. Stark who was barely a few inches taller than him.
"We could, I just, we haven't test driven it yet." He explained.
"It'll work fine, we built it. I just, I want to take that car." He said. Usually Peter wouldn't be so demanding of someone who was going out of their way to help him, but right now he wasn't thinking about other people. He wasn't thinking about himself and aunt May.
"Alright Peter." Mr. Stark agreed and slid into the driver's seat. He positioned it for himself as Peter got into the passenger side. He buckled his seat belt roboticaly and put his satchel in the back seat.
"I'm going to call the hospital and see what her condition is." Peter said and pulled his phone out as Stark drove out of the front gates, the ride was smooth and the car was purring gently. He pulled up the number for the hospital May worked at, figuring that's where she would have been taken to. "Hi, yeah I'm wondering if I could get a status for May Parker? She's my aunt, she was in an accident." Peter asked as soon as the perky front desk lady answered the phone. He used to know all of them by name, but he hadn't been in the hospital with May recently.
"Sure honey, give me one second... Oh her status just changed! She's been moved from intensive care to a regular room. Chart says she seems stable but they're gonna watch her for a while to make sure. Needed a few stitches and broke some bones but it looks good!"
"Thank you so much." Peter said and hung up the phone, letting out a long sigh as he set his phone on the seat next to him.
"Good news Petey?" Mr. Stark asked, his hand resting on the gear shift, even though the car was a three-gear automatic. He must have driven a lot of stick shift in his time.
"Yeah it sounds like they're still watching her, but she's stable." He said, finally leaning back a little into the seats. "It's just, she's like so old you know. I don't understand how she could've gotten off so lucky. I worried something could still happen. Heart attack or something."
There was a beat where Mr. Stark didn't say anything, and then his hand slid off the gear shift and rested itself on Peter's knee. It was a little inappropriate for a teacher, but perfectly fine for a friend.
Peter took both of his hands and rested them on top of Mr. Stark's, sliding it a little further down his thigh, just so that the position would be comfortable, and then they were silent for almost the rest of the car ride.
"Peter!" May exclaimed when he walked into the hospital room. Mr. Stark was waiting in the lobby. Peter said that he just wanted to make sure that she was alright and then let her rest. The doctors weren't going to let him see her for more than twenty minutes today anyway just because she was still at risk.
"Hey May, how are you feeling?" He asked, taking a seat next to her bed and wrapping up one of her frail and small hand in both of his, marveling at how such a strong woman could seem so weak.
"Not very good at all, but the doctors say I'll be fine. How did you get down here so quickly? What about school?" Aunt May was of course more worried about him than she was about herself. She had always been selfless and Peter admired it greatly.
"Ms. Romanov said I could take a few days off and one of my teachers gave me a ride down here. I just needed to make sure you were okay." He explained and May gave him a smile.
"I'll always be okay Peter, don't you know? I'm glad I'll have you to keep me company, even if you can't stay long." She mused and Peter squeezed her hand a little in his, she gave a soft yawn.
"Are you tired May? I can head out." He offered and stood up from his seat.
"Oh I'm just a little sleepy from my busy day. I can stay up a little longer for you though Peter." She said but Peter shook his head.
"No, I'm here for a few days. If you're body is telling you it's tired, you should rest." He leaned over to give her a peck on the cheek. "I love you Aunt May, I'll be back tomorrow."
"I love you too Peter. Remember the spare key is under the rug." She reminded him and a small wink.
"I'd think after 17 years I'd have figured that one out." He said with a grin before giving her one last wave and exiting the room, gently closing the door behind himself.
he walked to the lobby feeling better about the situation. May didn't look sickly or pale and other than the broken wrist and ribs she would probably heal just fine. It was a stroke of luck that she wasn't badly hurt.
Stark was sitting in one of the uncomfortable waiting chairs, a cup of hospital coffee in his hand and a worried expression set into his features. Peter had held his hand the entire drive, literally. He hadn't let go of it for even one second. Even when Stark had apologized for his hand being clammy Peter refused to let him withdraw it. And he was still dressed in a horrible outfit of addidas sweatpants and a red flannel shirt, missing an elbow.
"Pete, how is she?" Mr. Stark asked, on his feet as soon as he noticed Peter and walking over to him.
"She'll be fine, still cracking jokes so I think that means she's good. She's tired though so I said I'd go home." He explained and they walked through the hospital together, heading toward where Stark had parked the car. It had made it the entire three hour drive perfectly, not one hiccup the whole time, and they were both very proud of that fact.
"Alright, where's home?" Stark asked, looking expectantly at Peter.
"Oh you don't have to drive me there sir, it's like a thirty minute walk. You can go back to Cantu." Peter gushed out, not wanting Stark to have to spend any time he didn't want with Peter. He would love to have Stark stick around for just a little while longer, but if the man had to get back then Peter would let him.
"I'm giving you a ride home Pete, get in. Also, you have your drivers license right?" He asked as they got in the car.
"Yeah of course." He said. He'd had it for about a year now, Scott let him drive the bug sometimes.
"You're taking this car when I go. I'll get a cab back." Mr. Stark said. Peter had to force his jaw from dropping.
"Woah, Mr. Stark you can't do that. This is like a million dollar car, and that taxi fare would be like three hundred dollars." Peter exclaimed, it would be an insane thing to entrust him, a 17 year old, with a car like this.
"I can and I will. I have plenty of money Peter, and I know you won't take any risks in this car. I want you to be able to get yourself around, so it's yours until Tuesday. Now, give me directions to your place."
Peter dropped the subject, figuring that Stark wasn't going to relent now that he knew Peter could drive.
They kept their hands to themselves on the way on the way to his apartment even though Peter wanted so desperately to hold Stark's hand in his own. He wouldn't push it, didn't want Mr. Stark to get mad at him.
They pulled into the parking spot, it was relatively safe parking because Peter needed to show his i.d for the security guard to let them in. They weren't in an amazing area, but at least the car would be safe.
"Want me to walk you to the door?" Mr. Stark asked with one of his relatively innocent winks that Peter couldn't really conceive of as being innocent anymore.
"That would be great. And uh, it's almost five, I could order a pizza or something? Just so you can eat before you go, it's a long drive I don't want you to have to turn around right away..." Peter rambled as he grabbed his bag and headed up to the third floor apartment with Stark.
"Peter, I..." Mr. Stark started timidly and Peter knew what was going to happen next. Stark was going to say that would be inappropriate, that as a teacher he couldn't do things like that with a student, that he shouldn't have done any of the things that they'd been doing. But Stark surprised him by giving a short nod. "Yeah, sounds good. Thanks." He said.
Peter tried not to act surprised as he let them into the apartment. It was in the same perfect condition that Aunt May always kept it in. There wasn't a sprinkle of dust in the place, all the vases had fresh flowers, and it smelled like citrus. Just how he remembered it.
Stark walked in next to him, taking the place in for a moment and following Peter to where he set down his bag on the small sofa. There was a framed photo of Pete as a fourth grader, fresh off his first soccer win. Mr. Stark picked it up and smiled fondly at the photo.
"I'm gonna go order that pizza. Just uh make yourself at home." Peter said, a little awkwardly before disappearing into the kitchen where Aunt May had meticulously written out the the numbers and best orders to all of her favorite pizza places.
While being away from Stark for a moment he actually thought about what was happening. Mr. Stark was in his apartment, they'd held hands for about three hours of a car ride, and now they were going to have dinner together. Peter was buzzing with anticipation, wanting to know what was going to happen between them, his mind blocking out any thoughts of Erik for the time being.
He peeked his head back into the living room where Stark was looking at a photoset on the wall. It was photos of uncle Ben. Him with Peter, him with May, him with Pete's parents. Peter loved those photos.
"Hey, it's gonna be like thirty minutes." Peter explained and Stark looked over from the photos, flashing Peter one of his signature grins.
"Never knew you were such a cute kid." He remarked and Peter felt an uncharacteristic blush creep onto his face. He was just an average kid, not especially cute... But Mr. Stark thought that he had been.
"Shut up." He said, exasperated, but smiling all the same.
Peter took a seat on the couch, pulling his shoes off and tucking his feet underneath him. There was a television that he turned on, but didn't pay attention to the news station that played like white noise in the background. Mr. Stark took a seat next to him.
They sat, just staring at the television and not speaking for probably five minutes until Peter looked over at Stark, studying his profile. He had a beautiful silhouette to him, every feature falling together perfectly on his face and his hair perfectly styles, though Peter preferred it mused up with sunglasses.
After a long moment of silence Mr. Stark looked over at Peter as well and Peter darted his hand out, slowly, tentatively, until it wrapped like a tendril around Stark's and held steadfast. Mr. Stark's expression didn't change as Peter took his large hand in both of his smaller ones, holding it securely in his lap.
"Peter." He almost whispered, just barely above his absolute threshold for sound, he found himself unconsciously leaning forward to hear better even if he wasn't speaking anymore.
"Mr. Stark." Peter echoed and then Mr. Stark's lips were pressing against his and Peter was eagerly trying to reciprocate.
It started out soft, just a brushing of lips against one another, and then without even drawing apart they delved in further, lips moving strongly against one another. It was wet and elegant all at the same time, exactly the kind of kiss Peter would have expected from Mr. Stark, and he loved it.
Peter found his hands in Mr. Stark's hair, ruffling it up the way he liked. One of Stark's hands was caressing his cheek, the other one was gripping his shoulder firmly. Pete pressed slightly against Mr. Stark, bringing their chests closer together, Stark got the idea and leaned back so that his head was on the arm rest of the couch and Peter was straddling him.
This was different from things he did with Erik. If he had been with Erik at the moment then the man would have been trying to get off, not worrying about giving Peter pleasure or enjoying the moment, just wanting to cum. Stark didn't so much as twitch his hips from where they were on the couch, and it wasn't because of a lack of arousal.
Their mouths opened and it became a hundred times as hot, both of them taking turns scoping out the inside of each others mouths, Mr. Stark languidly trailed his fingers up and down Peter's back, ghosting them over his shirt and making his shiver with anticipation.
Peter moved one of his hands down from Mr. Stark's hair, the other one bracing his body so he wouldn't collapse on the man, and thumbed over his rough beard, feeling the texture of it on the pad of his thumb. It was different from how Erik's face felt, and Peter liked it. He liked everything about Mr. Stark, and everyday he was finding more things he didn't like about Erik.
And then Peter found himself doing something he'd never initiated before, he rolled his hips down into Mr. Stark's. It was less of a voluntary and meaningfully sexual act, than just an unwitting reaction that his body had to being kissed and touched by Mr. Stark.
"Oh Pete." Mr. Stark mumbled against the kiss and Peter was worried he was going to make them stop, but he just rolled his own hips up, essentially grinding against Peter like they were both at a middle school dance.
Everything they were doing was slow and deliberate. They weren't rutting against each other like rabbits or kissing like animals. They were being tender, even Mr. Stark's hand dangerously close to cupping his ass was very tender in a way. It was like for the first time Peter was being held by someone who cared about him. He wasn't being held by someone who just wanted him to get over his issues, he was being held by someone who wanted to help him and be with him.
Peter's hand grasping at the collar of Stark's button up shirt was becoming more desperate, and he held himself up with the strength of his abs so that he could use both hands do undo a few of the buttons. He didn't even have to be touching, he just wanted to see, see how handsome every part of Mr. Stark was.
With his neckline freed up a little Peter moved his lips down, peppered them over his jawline, leaving nips and kisses the whole way until he reached the mans neck and gently bit a spot on it before covering it with a long and slow kiss.
Stark's wandering hands wandered their way up the hem of Peter's tee shirt, now clawing at the bare skin of his back and drawing his small frame tight against Stark's body. It felt like lightening coursing through him when they were chest to chest and he was able to roll his clothed cock against Stark's own.
"Oh shit Mr. Stark." He mumbled against his neck, taking only a moment away from his ministrations.
"Tony, my name's Tony." He said, hands moving around to the front of Peter's chest and miffing up his shirt just a little bit, revealing a thick stripe of toned stomach. Tony pulled Peter's face back up to give him a kiss before doing the same thing that Peter had been doing, kissing around his neck, Peter stretched his chin forward and Tony was given complete access to the expanse of unblemished skin.
"Tony..." He said, testing the name on his tongue around the man. He's said it to aunt May before, but never in front of Tony, he hadn't even been thinking of the man in terms of his first name. It was so intimate, so erotic that Peter could now call him something that the other students at the school couldn't.
"Jesus Petey, you're beautiful." Tony mumbled, biting a red mark into Peter's skin, pulling it taut between his front two teeth. "Perfect, absolutely perfect."
Peter didn't have a response to that, just let his eyes go half lidded as his cock received a bit of friction and his neck was being basically worshiped. Peter's body felt hyper sensitive, and each time a finger touched his back felt just as good as the first good pump of a hand job.
"I've wanted to do this for so long." Peter mumbled and Tony let out a soft moan underneath him. Peter's hand was tangled in his hair, maybe a little tight, but Tony wasn't complaining.
"How long Petey?" Tony asked and then pulled Peter's shirt all the way off, moving his lips to Peter's shoulder where he sucked a mark and then licked over the spot, the sweet wetness of Tony's tongue trailing over his flesh.
"First day I saw you. You were so fucking handsome." He admitted and then could feel Tony smiling against his skin.
"You were so cute that day, so shy."
They were drawn from their trance by a doorbell being rung and both of them jumped from the compromising position on the couch, Peter pulling his shirt back on.
"Stay here, I'll pay for it." Tony said, but his movements seemed a little robotic, even as he paid the delivery man and set the box of pizza down on the coffee table in front of the sofa.
"Mr. Stark? Everything okay?" Peter asked, reverting back to the old name, simply because he wasn't thinking about it. He was used to calling him Mr. Stark.
"Oh shit." Tony said and looked down at Peter who was still sitting on the couch. "Peter how old are you?" Tony asked, but he knew the answer, just needed to hear it, to have it confirmed before he could overreact.
"Uh 17, 18 next week." He said quickly, furrowing his brows in confusion at the weird way that Tony was acting.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Pete I gotta go, this was a terrible idea. I could lose my job, you could lose your scholarship." He fretted, hands running through his hair anxiously.
"But Tony, no one will find out. I promise, I won't tell anyone." Peter tried to reason, standing up so that they were more on even footing.
"I just, I gotta go Pete. I just need to think. I'll talk to you when you get back to school." He said, his skin had turned a pale white color and when Peter reached out to brush the back of his hand over Tony's cheek bone, he was cold.
"Seriously Tony, you don't need to go, I'm sorry for acting like this." Peter apologized, wondering what he could do to get the man to stay.
"No, no Pete none of this is your fault. Just some time to think, that's all I need. Here take the keys to the car." Tony set them down on the coffee table. "And we'll talk when you get back. I promise."
And with barely a word of goodbye, Tony was out of the apartment.