Irondad and Spiderson one-shots

Neverland Part 3

Hello everyone, heres part 3, hope you enjoy. Thank you for reading!

(The next morning)

Peter woke up at around 6am, on 3 chairs withing the reception. As he thought back to last night, he remembered which cell Tony was being held at. He slowly, achingly, got up, pulling the thin blanket off of him and taking it with him. Walking to the cells, down the corridor and to his father's cell.

Knock.Knock

"Yes?" Tony responded as he sat up from his bed.

"Dad its me" Peter replied, quieter than he would've liked. Even so, Tony still the voice of his son. Immediately getting up and walking to the door.

"Pete, how are you feeling?" Tony inquired through the little bared window in the door, begging to know whether his son was okay.

"Mmmh, a little better" was groggily said by the boy, as he slowly wiped his eyes with a shaking hand.

"Pete what happend last night? Why are you so skinny, have you not been eating? W-"
"Hey! Sorry kid, your not aloud down here" The officer intruded, herding Peter back to the reception.

"Remember you have court today, since its only round the block, I'll take ya" He informed. Peter just nodded, partly grateful that it wasn't May and Ben who would take him. He went to sit back down on the chair.
"Hey kid"
"Hmmm" he responded, turning his attention to the officer.
"Off record, it would be a good idea to tell the judge about your condition and your relatives" He stated, giving Peter a look of worry as well as comfort. But Peter just slightly panicked, wandering how he knew about the abuse.
"I'm a cop, I can see the signs" The officer booped his nose, then walked away. Leaveing the boy to sit on a chair, for the next 2 hours, with his thoughts.

He was incredibly hungry. It was as though his own stomach was about to eat him from the inside, churning away at nothing, creating a rumble.

Then out of no where, 3 breakfast bars were thrown onto his lap. Peter looked up, and he was met with a familier pair of caring, elderly eyes.
"Its been a while huh" The man, known as Stan spoke.

"You used to give me food when I was on the streets. Thank you, for keeping me alive long enough for Dad to come find me" Peter thanked the kind man.

"Is there anything I can do for you to show my gratitude?" Peter inquired, for some form of payment. But he was met with nothing, but a warm, heart filled smile, a pat on the shoulder. Then the kind man walked away.

"Wait!! Please" He exclaimed, with one arm stretched out. Of course the man waited, and turned to face him.
"If its not too much to ask, would you be willing to help me and my dad in court, as you've seen the way I was left" Peter pleaded.

"Why else do you think I'm here" He rhetorically asked, with a slight smirk. Then once again turned, went to the lounging room, then started to pour, teas and coffees for all the officers.

Time skip to court. (please note I have no clue how these things actually go down).

People started to appear and take there seats in the row of chairs including the kind elderly man, Tony and his lawyer on one side, The Parker's on another, the judge was slightly early, so he sat on his podium, overlooking everything, going through some paper work. Then of course, it was Peter's turn to walk down to his seat...beside Ben and May.

"Peter!! Where on earth have you been?! We were worried sick!" May howled, running to his side hugging him. The contact with his abusers making him stiffen slightly, glansing to Tony who was watching everything. Peter hoped ever so dearly that Tony won, he couldn't bear to think of a life with his relatives. He'd be worked to the death.