6 Peter is heartbroken and Tony tries to say sorry, Pt.2 of the previous chapter

"You did what." Poppy whispered, the look on her face said it all, she wanted to kill Peter for his idiotic plans. They always were, but this one was the most stupid of all.

"I refused for you... I said I liked the family I had now because of how caring and sweet they were. And all the things I figured out like how you came to school one day with a baby and no pregnancy, having been there the week before, perfectly not pregnant looking. Also learning that Lucas, the manly man football star is really a big sap who likes to make bread and play the piano. Poppy... I did it for you guys." Peter tried to explain himself. Hoping his sister would understand.

"Not my fault when Spider-Man dies. I love you and all, but really, facing the wrath of Tony Stark isn't worth the risk." All of his siblings in high-school knew he was Spider-Man, Mia caught him crawling through the window while she was doing homework and screamed... waking up Kaitlyn and Lucas in the process. (Nothing can disturb Poppy's sleep) Forcing him to explain. They were all chill with it. Constantly checking on his health though. Kaitlyn had once taken a bullet out of his leg and sewn it back up. Mia threw up that night. She can't stand too much blood or gore.

"Mr.Parker, Ms.Robinson, is there something you'd like to share with the class?" Mr.Opinan called on them both when Poppy got a little too loud.

"No sir."

"How about I take the baby, she seems to be a distraction." The suggestion was an asshole move, nobody can trust their baby with a 64-year-old creep.

"If Ayla can't be in class then she goes to one of our siblings." Peter hoped he'd say yes, Poppy trusted Lucas with Ayla more than herself sometimes.

"Fine, go find someone who can be disturbed and give them the baby. I don't like it in here anyways." He scrunched up his nose and made a disgusted face, sticking his tongue out.

"I'll go give her to Lucas, give me the diaper bag." Peter took the bag from Poppy when she handed it over, grabbed a hall pass and walked out the door, starting his quest to remember where the French class was. Lucas' last class of the day. The trail was long, from the bottom very left corner of the school, up the stairs to the top right corner. Add a squirming baby just barely learning how to walk and you got some trouble on your hands. He raced up the steps, holding Ayla close to his chest careful not to hurt her. He walked down the hallways, trying to find Mme Rack's classroom, holding Lucas inside. When he found the plaque outside a room labeled: Ms.Rack, French 3, he twisted the knob and opened the door, scanning the room for Lucas, when he saw him sitting around the middle of the room, closer to the windows, he scooted himself over and gave him Ayla, whom he immediately started cooing over.

"Lucas, c'est qui?" Mme Rack starting questioning Lucas about why a strange boy and a baby interrupted her class, she was young and nice, but just confused.

"Oh! voici mon petit frère Peter, il est venu déposer ma petite soeur Ayla" Lucas explained back in French.

"Tell her my teacher, Mr.Greer didn't want Ayla in his class, so he sent me to give her to you."

"Son professeur, Mr.Greer, ne voulait pas d'Ayla dans sa classe, il a donc envoyé Peter pour me la donner."

"Ok, elle peut rester!" Mme Rack told Lucas

"She says Ayla can stay."

"Thanks Lucas, see you soon."

"Bye Pete."

"Bye."

Peter started the long trek back to his AP geometry class on the other side of school. It was worth it though, because he visited Anna, one of the lunch ladies and got a free cookie because he's always so nice to her and Grace. He finished his journey just in time for the bell to ring and Poppy to come bounding out of the classroom with him backpack in her right hand. He thanked her and grabbed it, he started to go get Mia and Kaitlyn from their classes while Poppy went to find Lucas and Ayla. When he found the two girls and met back up with Poppy and Lucas, they headed across the street to the middle school, which let out at the same time where they found Ethan waiting outside next to Jessica and Michael.

"What happened to Wyatt and Mariah?" Mia questioned the younger children.

"Mariah had Volleyball practice and Wyatt is at auditions for Legally blonde jr. in the auditorium." Jessica explained.

"I see, let's go home. At 3:30 we can start walking back to the elementary school to grab the littles." The 8 started walking down the road, heading back to 8th st.

The large house came into view, all of the children went inside and dropped their backpacks off in their school bins.

"Hey kids! How was school. Poppy, I'll take Ayla and give her a bottle." Oliver greeted them when he looked up from his place at the counter.
"It was good." Most of the children replied simultaneously.

"In english today, Marcie said that vocab was stupid and for nerds, and so I told her that she wouldn't be able to talk without vocab so she must be a nerd." Jessica clambered on about her day, in great detail about the choir concert coming up.

"That's great Jess. Anyone else?" Oliver interrupted.

"Peter turned down adoption." Poppy deadpanned, staring Peter down, who shrunk in his seat.

"Who was it?" Ethan, Michael, Jessica and Oliver demanded.

"T-ny st-k." Peter mumbled, not wanting them to know he turned down adoption from a billionaire.

"Who?" Oliver put his hand behind his ear, signaling he couldn't hear Peter.

"Tony Stark." Peter said, still quiet.

"Who was it, Poppy." Oliver turned to her, trying to pry an answer out of someone.

"Tony Stark. He turned down adoption from Tony fucking Stark."

"Language." Michael interrupted.

"You did what. You could've been adopted by Tony fucking Stark and you chose not to?!" Jessica practically screamed at him about it.

"It's not a big deal Jess, don't worry about it." Peter backed out of the room, and sprinted up the stairs to his room, shared with all the other highschool students. Their rooms were separated by age, because of time differences with school. He sat down on the bed, taking his phone out of his pocket, and grabbing the bag of gummy worms out from under his bed. He opened up his text chat with MJ and Ned, telling them the story.

YeeterParkour: And then, she told Oliver and all the other kids and now they're mad at me!

Bossbitch: Loser, if I turned down being adopted by Tony Stark I'd be mad at myself too.

Guyinthechair: It's true pete, no one blames you, except everyone blames you.

"Peter! Someone's here to see you." Oliver called him from downstairs. Peter hopped off his bed and pounded down the stairs, expecting someone like MJ or Kevin the mail delivery guy who bakes him muffins. But once again, the sunglasses and goatee made his immediately backtrack.

"Kid, wait." Tony called out to him.

Peter spun around, rage flashing upon his face. "What. What in the hell do you need me to wait for?! I already said no, can you take no for an answer?" No answer "I guess not!" Peter lowered his voice to a mumble no one could decipher. "You're just a little brat, you only want me for my brains."

"What was that?"

"Nothing, forget everything I've said. Tony, I'd like you to leave if you could, sometimes you're just a burden in my life. You know who came to May's funeral? Carol, Natasha, Bucky, Fury, Steve, and Thor, and Loki too but he had to leave soon after arriving to go kill someone, but the point is that you didn't even know. I wasn't just not ready to tell you. You should've been notified that May was gone. I sat in the hospital for hours upon hours after being told she had passed and no one came to pick me up. I spent 24 hours in that hospital waiting for someone, when finally Bucky came in with Steve, apologizing because he thought you would have picked me up by then. What the hell? I proceeded to live with both of them for 2 days until the funeral, they couldn't adopt me because they were seen as unfit, being 100 something years old, but they still visit." Peter took in a deep breath, Tony just looked shocked, he couldn't believe Peter was in the hospital for 24 hours before Bucky and Steve came to pick him up.

"Mr. Stark? I think it's best you leave." An 18-year-old looking girl started pushing his chest out the front door, while he reached for Peter, yelling he was sorry. Peter turned around and never looked back.