Tony x Nat, IDK if anyone even ships them but like it was originally gonna be Steve but I've done a lot of Stony lately and I don't even ship it. Just trying to have some shipping diversity.

Peter fell against the brick wall, tears falling freely from his eyes. He wipes his nose on his sleeve and hits the wall with his fist. He looks around wildly, but he can't figure out where he is.

3 hours ago

Peter was doing his homework quietly when his dad walked into the room. He smiled down at Peter and sat next to him.

"What are you working on?" Tony asked, leaning over Peter's shoulder.

Peter showed Tony his workbook, "AP Physics."

"Be honest with me, kid," Tony began, "how easy is it for you?"

Peter blushed, "I already finished the entire workbook and my teacher told me that as long as I get my assignments turned in that I can go to the library and have a study hall." Tony smiled proudly and squeezed his shoulder. Tony was about to respond when Nat appeared in the doorway. Nat had been on a mission for over a week. Peter saw her over Tony's shoulder, his eyes went wide, "Mama!" Peter shouted. He jumped up and ran to hug Nat. Nat and Peter hugged tightly.

"Peter," Nat said. "I missed you so much."

Peter smiled up at Nat, "I missed you too. Why didn't you tell us when you would be back?"

Nat looked guilty, "I'm sorry, Peter." She rested her hand on the top of Peter's head. "I should have sent something."

"It's okay, Mama," Peter said quietly. Nat hugged Peter again and kissed the top of his head before turning to Tony. The two kissed briefly before hugging tightly. Tony said something quietly to Nat before turning back to Peter who had sat back down on the couch.

"Peter," Tony said, "could you go finish your homework in your room?" Peter looked quickly between his parents. Both of his parents could see the anxiety that flooded through Peter as he collected his homework and disappeared into his room.

As soon as Peter shut his door behind him he threw himself onto his bed. He buried his face in his pillow. He could hear his parents' voices coming from behind the door.

"We were worried sick about you, Nat," Tony hissed. Peter clenched his fists into his blankets. "You could have sent a message. We didn't know if you were okay."

"I'm sorry, Tony, I was busy and I-"

"Nat you have a son now. You can't keep doing this," Tony said louder. Peter could feel his tears welling up in his eyes as his parents' voices grew louder and louder. They had been doing this more and more often and Peter hated it.

Peter sighed and sat up, he tugged at his hair and addressed FRIDAY again, "FRIDAY, are Papa and Mama going to get a divorce?"

FRIDAY replied immediately, "I don't know, Peter. What makes you say that?"

Peter shook his head, "I don't know. They fight all the time now."

"I'm sure that everything is fine, Peter," FRIDAY replied, her voice sweet. But Peter was not soothed by FRIDAY's comforting words. He heard Tony yell something at Nat and Nat yell right back. He covered his ears with his hands and squeezed his eyes shut. He curled in on himself and took a deep breath, staving off a panic attack.

Peter sniffed and looked up at the ceiling, "FRIDAY, mute everything."

"Of course, Peter." FRIDAY replied. His parents' voices were suddenly blocked out.

"Peter, you seem to be in distress," FRIDAY said, "would you like me to alert your parents?"

Peter shook his head, "No. I'm fine." Then he made a choice. He stood up and pulled on his jacket. He just needed to get out, to get away from his parents. He threw open his window and climbed out. He clung to the wall with one hand and dug into his pocket with the other. He took out his phone and threw it inside his bedroom.

He scaled down the side of the building. It took several minutes for him to reach the floor. When his feet touched the hard ground, he started to run. It was nearly 10:00 so the streets were filled with people going out for the night. He pushed past all of them and kept running.

Present

Peter nearly falls against the nearest pay phone. He digs out a coin from his jacket and shoves it into the machine. He dials Nat's number while it rings.

"Hello?" Nat says. Peter nearly collapses at the comforting sound of her voice.

"Mama?" Peter asks, his voice shaking.

"Peter?" Nat says with a soft gasp. "Peter's what's going on?"

"I'm sorry," Peter chokes, "can you come get me?"

"Where are you? Aren't you in your room?" Nat asks and Peter can hear her telling his dad what's happening.

"I'm-I'm not in my room," Peter admits, looking around. "I-I don't know where I am. I don't have my tracker either."

"Shit." Nat says, "Okay, is there anything around you that looks familiar? What does it look like?"

Peter shakes his head, "No, um there's a diner called Sarah's across the street, um there's-there's a bookstore right next to me..."

"What's the bookstore called?" Nat asks.

"Lamplight books," Peter replies, reading the sign.

Nat sighs in relief, "I know where you are. I'm about 10 minutes away from you. Can you stay on the phone?"

"No," Peter whispers. "I only had one coin."

"That's okay," Nat says comfortingly. "Just stay in the light until I can get to you okay?"

"Okay." Peter agrees. "I love you, Mama."

"I love you too."

Peter hangs up the phone and sits on the curb of the road under a streetlight. Cars whizz by in front of him and people talk loudly behind him. Peter hides his face against his legs and wraps his arms around his legs. He chokes out a sob but tries to stifle it. He sits like that for a few minutes, then a hand touches his shoulder. Peter launches himself away from the hand, his teary eyes go wide as his eyes land on Nat.

"Peter..." Nat says gently, putting her hands out as if he were a frightened animal.

"Mama." Peter quickly goes to Nat's arms, burying his face against her chest. Peter chokes down a sob and holds onto her tighter.

"Are you alright?" Nat asks. He feels Peter nod. "Do you want to go home?" Peter nods again. "Alright." Nat stands up, taking Peter with her. She tucks Peter under his arm as they walk to the car. As soon as the doors close, Nat turns to Peter, "What happened?" Peter shakes his head and turns to look out the window. Nat sighs, "We'll talk at home." Peter nods and pulls his legs to his chest.

It took 10 minutes to get home and another two to get back up to the living room. When Nat and Peter walk in, Tony is anxiously pacing the room.

"Papa," Peter says to get Tony's attention. Tony whips around and immediately goes and hugs Peter.

"Oh thank God," Tony whispers to himself, "you're alright."

Nat and Tony lead Peter to the couch and sit down on either side of him. "What happened?" Nat asks again, rubbing Peter's shoulder.

Peter takes a shaky breath, "Are you and Papa getting a divorce?"

"What?" Nat asks.

"Why would you think that?" Tony asks.

Peter's eyes fill with tears, "Because you fight all the time and you always yell at each other." Peter whimpers.

"Oh, Peter," Tony whispers. He pulls Peter against his chest as Nat begins to speak.

"Peter, your father and I love each other very much. Things have just been...they've been just been hard. The reason we've been fights that were worried about each other and we're both under a lot of stress." Nat rubs Peter's arm, "But we're okay."

Peter looks up, his eyes red, "Yeah?"

Tony brushes Peter's hair out of his eyes, "Yeah, buddy." Peter sits up a bit.

"Then why do you tell me to leave the room when you fight?" Peter asks quietly.

"Because," Nat says, "we don't want you to worry. We don't want you to blame yourself like we all know you will. I'm sorry if we made you worry more," Nat apologizes.

"It's okay," Peter whispers.

"Are you sure?" Tony asks, pulling slightly away from Peter.

Peter nods, "I'm sorry I didn't talk to you sooner."

Tony kisses Peter's forehead, "It's alright, kid. Mama and I should have talked to you too."

He reaches out his hand and tugs on Nat's arm. Nat smiles and falls into the hug. Peter rests his head between his dad's shoulders and closes his eyes.

"Oh, Peter?" Nat says. Peter looks up at him. "Next time you climb out your window you're going to be grounded for the rest of your life, okay?"

Peter laughs, "Okay, Mama."