Tony's POV

"Son of famed billionaire Tony Stark has been missing for several months now. It is said he was seen early yesterday morning at the site of the helicarrier attacks. Could these two incidents be connected? Stay tuned for more news."

If only they knew.

I flick of the TV and rest my head in my hands, rubbing my temple harshly. I hear the plethora of footsteps and groan.

"I'm not in the mood for your shit Cap. Leave. Now."

They do the complete opposite. Nat and Bruce sit either side of me on the large leather couch. Steve, Bucky, Clint and Wanda sit themselves on the couch opposite, all wearing grave expressions.

"What?" I ask wearily, not liking the atmosphere created.

"Fury wants us to...to.." Steve breaks of, only just holding himself together. No one needs to say anymore. I know exactly what they mean.

Fury wants us to take out Peter.

"No."

"Tony-"

"NO! Fury expects me to be okay with...with killing my own son. No I will not let that happen. Any of you who dares follow that fucking order will answer to me. He may hate me but I will protect him until the day I die."

I storm out the room, slamming every door possible. I slump against the elevator walls and Friday takes me to my lab. I put it in lockdown mode, not wanting to see anyone right now.

"I will not let them hurt you Peter."

Hiro's POV

Ever since the battle Peter has been a shell of his former self. He seldom talks in fear of breaking again. He spends his days curled up in a ball far away from the rest of us. I can barely get close to him. It's heart-breaking to see him like his, but I can't help but feel a flicker of anger when I look at him.

He blames himself and to be honest so do I. Nothing he did was justified, not really. Killing all those agents was not a solution, but an outburst of pent up rage and a lust for revenge he could not quench.

Yes ok, Tony was fuelling the fire, prodding the beast in hopes it will attack. But that still does not justify all the lives lost. The boy who did that was not Peter.

I don't know who he was.

Another fit of sobs bounces of the thick concrete walls of this week's warehouse. A sound we have all grown accustomed to. I turn so I can get a good look at my boyfriend. Huddled into himself and shaking whilst he wept. How I wish I could get close enough to hug him, tell him it will be okay. But I fear what I will do if he says something... spiteful. That's the best way to describe that Peter. Spiteful. So I stay next to Tadashi, leaning into his side as he rubs my arm.

I am a terrible boyfriend.

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It must have been at least midnight when a shuffling of crates woke me. I shot up reaching for my suit thrusters. But the sight I saw made me wish I was still asleep.

Peter scaling the wall trying to pry open the window we locked for his safety.

"Peter what are you doing?" I hiss scrambling over to the base of the window.

"Leaving. I can't keep putting you in danger. Shield want me dead, they can't find you to." This is my Peter. My stupid selfless Peter.

"Peter we are in this together. You don't have to do this alone. All of us are here for you, even though the past week you have made it extremely difficult to do so. But never once have I thought about leaving you. Because I love you Peter and I will do everything in my power to protect you."

That little speech managed to coax Peter down from the windowsill. He dropped in front of me and pulled of his dirty and slightly ripped mask. I try not to react to his face, which is tearstained and sunken from lack of sleep.

"I don't deserve your love. I'm a monster."

"No. You're not. You are Peter Stark, the most selfless, kind hearted kid on this god forsaken earth. You constantly put others before yourself, and get no credit for the work you do. What you did was bad, I grant you that. Really bad. But you acted on years and years of pent up feelings that you have never been able to express." Peter started to cry, so I pulled him close and continued. "Everything you have done can be fixed. And that doesn't mean you and you alone need to fix it. We are here to help you Peter. Never forget that."

Peter grips the tattered fabric of my pyjama shirt as he cries into my shoulder. I try not to revel in the contact I have craved for weeks and focus on comforting the broken boy.

After a while his sobs are replaced with sniffles and his shaking ceases. I sit him down on the floor so his head is resting on my lap. I run my fingers through his hair in calming motions and whisper sweet nothings until his succumbs to sleep.

Sleep calls to me to, but I ignore it. I can't bring myself to look away from the boy who has rejected any sort of live from me since the incident. This milestone cannot be cut short.

As he sleeps my mind drifts to how to fix this mess.

What comes to mind is both perfect and terrible.

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What's Hiro gonna do? Will Tony go against the Avengers? Are Peter's actions redeemable or not? I have absolutely no idea I really am just making this up as I go along now. 😂😂

Stay tuned for the next update.