Peter Parker One Shots

Beck is a Bitch🖒

Hi guys. Probably won't be posting as often as I am very very very much grounded and  only have my phone because school so yeah.

Anyways, tadaa a filler chapter to make up for the fact that I'm dying and crying.
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Tony knew Peter was prone to panic. I mean, the kid had been through the wringer. His family died, his uncle, then the Vulture incident, then Mysterio, and then May died just after. For the longest time, Peter just thought it was another illusion, planted by ‘dead’ Beck to drive him insane. Though Peter felt like he went more insane when he realized that May really was gone, for real. That it wasn’t some illusion that he could get inside of and shut down.

Tony tried to always be there for his kid, especially on school days. Sometimes, Peter would come home absolutely fine, and would head to the island to have a snack and do his homework.

Other days, he would stagger to his room without so much as a hello, and wouldn’t be seen again until dinner. Tony had been cleaning Peters’ room once (he had finally convinced the boy to go out, somewhere other than school, and do something fun). He had picked up clothes from the floor and hung them on hangers. He thought it was a bit strange that there was a pile of hangers on the floor next to the closet and not in it. Until he opened the closet. (If the link works then that's what it looks like, but the only thing in it is the rod at the top, no shelves or anything.)

The closet wasn’t small, but not really big, either. Tony went to hang the hanger on a rod, when his eye caught on something. He pulled back, opening the closet doors wider to let in more light.

The closet had a small, white fuzzy blanket on the floor, spread out from corner to corner, like a carpet. There was another blanket, yellow, folded up,  and set in the far left corner. There was a small pillow in the right corner, and pictures on the walls. Tony's heart broke as he looked at them.

There were a bunch of newspaper headlines, collected from the past few years. Every headline had something different, some new tragedy. But that’s not what made his eyes water.

No. it was that Peter had labeled them.

There was an obituary for May, with a sticky note on it that read TRUE in big, bold blue letters. A headline about Tonys’ ‘death’, had a sticky note with NOT TRUE on it. The elementals? NOT TRUE. The drones that attacked? TRUE. Pictures of Happy and May kissing and dancing? TRUE.

There were so many more, but Tony couldn't look anymore. He didn’t know Peter was having that problem, distinguishing truth from lie. He thought that maybe Peter just got stressed, or had PTSD symptoms. Though, now that Tony thinks about it, this does still sound like PTSD. Tony had left Peter's room feeling more knowledgeable, brainstorming ways to help.

As much as Tony tried to always be there for Peter, he did have a job. A job that he really was starting to despise more and more every minute he was stuck in the god-damned conference he was dragged to. The old codgers that had drug him here were talking, something about money and stocks, but it all sounded like droning to Tony. Peter would be out of school now, just stepping into the penthouse.

He sighed, tapping his fingers against the table. The men kept droning. Tap, tap, tap.

Tony stood up and walked out of the room, ignoring the stares from everyone. He sighed, stomping his way to the elevator, telling FRIDAY to bring him to the penthouse.

“Of course, Boss. How was the meeting you walked out of?”

“Hm. Boring.” 

The elevator let out a small ding and Tony walked out, undoing his tie as he walked to the living room. It was well after dinner, so Peter should be out of his room, even if he was having a bad day.