Peter Parker, 15.

Yes, that's exactly the boy who hasn't cleared his head for weeks.
The boy who was called "Spiderman" weeks ago. 

But after Tony Stark, or called Ironman too, gave the boy a hard lecture and had visibly shown that the multimillionaire was extremely disappointed, Peter no longer dared to shoot a single line of net. Neither to help his best friend, Ned, nor to clear up the little things that were lying around in his room. 

He was just a normal boy. And since certain day Peter had been telling himself that over and over again. But the more he thought that he was this simple boy, the more the sparcle disappeared from his eyes, also the emotions of his voice and the perpetuation of his feelings. 

The incident with Tony had hit him like an arrow. An arrow of disappointment. He had let down the man he admired the most just to get a little approval. 

Fucking recognition, thought the brown-haired man, put the application to leaving the club on his teacher's counter. 

Shit, shit and shit again. As so often, Peter was close to tears. Why couldn't he get it all out of his mind? Why couldn't all this have an end? 

When he got to his locker, he met Ned directly, who asked excitedly: "And? What do you think of building the Avenger to-"
Oh yeah. Nad was the only one knewing Peter was Spiderman. Was...
"Nad no. I can't do that right now. Please not, Nad.", Peter answerd, saw the little Ironman figure of lego in ned's fingers.

Ironman... Tony Stark...

Peter closed his locker. He wanted to get away from Nad that's why he turned around and slurped down the corridor. He kept his head down and the backpack dangled from his back without proper support.

All of these thoughts. That expression on the face from the leader of the Avangers appeared before his eyes again.
What exactly did he wrong? He wanted to save people. He saved people! Probably not in the same way Tony expected him to do.

"Fuck you...", the 15 year old mumbled, sat down on the roof of the house where May and he lived. His eyes stared straight ahead, but he was not even aware of what he was seeing. He was too absorbed in his thoughts.

He has been rejecting Ned for days and his school grades are getting worse instead of better. Even if he's Peter again.

Peter Parker.

The school child.

"What's wrong with me...", he asked himself, feeling something wet on his hand.

It must have started to rain, but when Peter looked up at the sky, he noticed that it was his tears and not rain.

The world was unfair. Why did this have to happen? Why was he so damn stupid?! Peter's fingers dug into the edge of the roof he was sitting on. His breathing got quicker and more and more tears flowed down his cheek. His head hurt. Fuck you world. Fuck you! Peter had the feeling that he couldn't breathe anymore and fought his weight backwards so that he was lying on the stone floor of the roof.

Fuck you world. I miss you. I miss you so much! It screamed through Peter's head and the tears felt endless.

Who did Peter miss?

The person he had so let down. Tony.

He couldn't really explain himself why Tony was playing such an important role in his life, but it was definitely not because he'd lost his chance as an avanger. More because with the chance being an avanger he also had the chance to be close to Tony.

Without motivation, Peter pulled himself up when he heard his aunt's calls.
The dinner had to been finished...
Peter wasn't really hungry, but what wasn't he doing to hide from his aunt that he was sick? "Thanks for the food. I'll go to bed. Good night." And with these words Peter disappeared into his room and bed.

What could he do to get back to Tony? He really wanted it. He needed Tony. He needed him more than he would like to.

With these thoughts in his mind Peter fell into a deep sleep, not knowing that the multimillionaire was just standing at the window of his suite and thinking about the little boy.

Because Tony missed Peter too. However, he couldn't risk something happening to Peter. No way. Even if the headquarter isn't much quieter without Peter, something is still missing. And Tony knew very well that the boy meant something to him. He knew what the boy meant to him.

And that scared him.

The next day came and Peter was still in bed.

He skipped. Peter Parker intentionally skipped school. And layed in bed. Looking up at the ceiling. His eyes full of emptiness. That's how the boy felt right now.

He wanted it all to end. He couldn't go on anymore. And as much as he wanted to, he couldn't find the motivation to move.

There was a soft knock on his room door, but Peter didn't answer. He heard his aunt's sighs and then the footsteps moving away from the door. Peter couldn't be more of a burden to her than he already was, he thought. He couldn't do that to her. 

Somehow Peter pulled himself up, but the stars and black vision didn't make it easy for him. After the dizziness gone away, Peter went out of his room- But instead of seeing his aunt he saw a note on the table. >Am outside. Shopping. I love you. Kiss «  So Peter was alone. 

After a few minutes his phone rang. It was Ned. Ned was worried that Peter wasn't showing up at school and came up with the wildest stories straight away. Ned thought that Peter was fighting against crime again. But it was not like that. Peter was just home. 

With a heavy sigh, Peter sat down on the chair at the dining table, not having the strength to go back to his room. At least he was alone now and didn't have to worry about his farcade was breaking. 

Hours passed by. Hour after hour. But the front door did not open. Not even after evening. But May always had such a strict schedule when it was about dinner. 

A little worried grew in Peter's stomach but then suddenly his cell phone rang. Oh fortunately! It has to be May! Peter thought and answered the call without looking at the display. "May, I'm so happy! I was so worried!" Screamed Peter through the phone. 

At first only silence followed. 

"Oh nice to hear your voice, Spiderman." A deep voice penetrated the receiver, which gave Peter an unpleasant shiver on the back. "You have something I want. Bring it to me. Otherwise your dear aunt will happen something very bad. And you don't want that." Peter could almost feel the grin from the person behind the other end of the call. 

But how. How could that happen? Besides Ned, there were only the Avangers who knew of Peter's second identity. 

Totally confused, Peter asked: "W-What do you want anyway? I hardly own anything." He heard a shrill laugh. "Find me before sunrise, or say goodbye to your aunt. " And then the call just endet. 

Oh Crap! How was Peter supposed to find out who that person was?! Desperately Peter pulled his hair and tears flowed down his cheeks. May was the last thing he had!With eyes veiled by tears, he looked at his hands. 

Spiderman... only he could save May now... 

But Peter was Peter. 

 Peter Parker and no longer Spiderman. 

 His head hurt, and so did the rest of the body.
Peter just wanted to lie down again. Lie down and sleep. 

No! Now was not the time to cry. May's life is at stake here! Exhausted and trembling, Peter pulled himself up. How could he find her? How how how how?  

That's it!

He called Ned immediately. "Please, I know I've let you down lately, but I need you now. Now and here. It's about May! Please.." Ned clearly heard the despair in Peter's voice, whereupon he decided to come to him immediately. Without saying anything, he hung up and hurried to Peter's house. 

Too much time passed before Ned got there. Peter was totally exhausted, Ned saw that as soon as he entered the apartment. Without much hesitation, he pulled the boy into his arms. "H-How should I be able to find May?", Peter asked. Ned brooded a little, stroke through peter's hair casually. "GPS! The caller probably called suppressed, but that's not a problem for me!" Shouted the more chubby boy. 

Without wasting much time, both of them got down to work. Ned sat on the laptop and searched for the last location from the unknown person. Peter found the blue hoodie and red pants of his suit and put them on. Only the mask was still in his hand, unsteadily. 

"May needs you. These are the last coordinates.", Ned said, handing a cell phone to Peter. "Good luck, mate. " Peter nodded thankfully and put on the mask. He quickly opened his room window and shot the first net rope. After that he swung out. It felt like years ago that he flew across the skyline. 

But as amazing it felt it wasn't elegant, however, Peter lost his balance and crashed straight to the ground. A painful moan left his mouth. His body was so weak. Shivering, Peter sat up. 

May needed him... 

With quick steps Peter ran off, shot a rope again. This time it worked well. He would still have enough strength for May. He needed enough strength! Peter checked the coordinates again and again.
The call came from outside New York. 

How could that happen? Why did it have to be Peter?! After traveling for hours, he came to the point where the cell phone gave his coordinates. An old warehouse lay in front of him, with light coming from inside. 

Three o'clock at night. Damn time. 

Peter took a deep breath. He had to think rationally. Should he surrender himself? No. He had to save May. If he surrendered, the chances that they would hurt May are even higher than if he did a surprise attack. 

Peter slowly climbed to the roof. Window, window, window. All he had to do was take a quick look into the hall. There was one window! It was small but at least one. Peter immediately crawled to the window and looked inside. 

Five men stood there in this completely empty room, but nowhere was a little hint of May. 

Easy! He can just knock them all out. He quietly opened the window. Really no one else but these men were in the room. Peter didn't want to get all the attention right away. This is about rescue May and not about simplicity and fun. So he held back to say his sentence: "Did you expect me?"

Peter immediately jumped to the ground behind the men. He didn't make a sond. He shoted two nets and four of the guys were nailed to the wall. The fifth went up to him, but Peter just managed to dodged the hit. He shot a net, but the person also dodged the attack and hit Peter's head with his elbow. The schoolboy staggered back slightly.

Come on Peter! You have seen worse! He shouted to himself in his head, went into a close fight with the man when his spider sense suddenly warned him of a bullet.

He quickly jumped aside and turned around. A person stepped out of the black. "Well, well. You actually found me faster than I expected.", grinned the man. Peter saw the burned face, the scars, knew immediately which villain was facing him. "H-How did you know about my identity?", Peter asked uncertainly, backed away as the gun got rised up again. "It wasn't that difficult at all. Okay, actually. But such a very nice mouse twittered it to me.", grinned the man with the burned face. "Why are you doing that?! I saved you from the fire! You're still alive thanks to me!", shouted Peter. "And you got me into the jail for months!" The man screamed back, pulled out a new weapon, which blue shot destroyed a steel pole.

"Where's May?", the spider boy asked. "Where she belongs", the man simply replies. "Where is May?!", Peter repeated his question. "Bad boys get what they deserve." With that sentence the man fired at Peter. Again and again. The 15 year old dudged the dangerous rays from the weapon as fast as he could.

"Help!", Peter heard a very familiar voice. A much too familiar one. May! Peter turned around. From there the voice came and Peter could roughly recognize the outlines of the woman. He ran to her, totally forgetting the man behind him who fired a shot at that moment. It hit Peter right in the back. With a painful moan, Peter landed on the wall, not feeling a single one of his bones. His body was numb, numb with pain.

"You didn't quite understand the demands, little one," it said threateningly and the person dragged Peter's body by the. "You should surrender and not playing around." Peter opened his eyes weakly. The man chained the spider boy to a chair. "With that our deal broke.", whispered the well-known criminal, aiming the gun at May. "No! Don't do that! Please!", pleaded Peter, moved as much as he could into the chains to escape them. But they were stronger than the young boy expected.

May stared at the boy in the costume, she recognized the voice immediately.
Her little boy...

A shot rang out. "No! May! No!", Peter shouted, tears starting to leave his eyes. The bullet had only left a gazing shot, but still the man had injured May.

"Stop it!" Peter shouted angrily, resists against the chains when the man raised the gun again. With his last strength Peter threw himself at the man, the chair tilted over and Peter landed on the ground, but the shot was fired anyway.

A huge blue wave was created. May hurled it against the wall, Peter's head hit the floor, the man's arm tore apart and the building's buttrasses collapsed.

His body hurt and anyways, Peter crawled closer to May on the floor when he saw with his own eyes how a piece of ceiling and wall collapsed over her. Their eyes met, May cried and smiled sadly at the same time. "No!" Shouted Peter, trying to be faster as he  was buried by pieces of the ceiling too. The chains dug into his skin, severing tendons. The weight was not light.

Peter gasped for breath, tried to shout his aunt's name. With every noise he made he lost, more blood ran out of his mouth. He couldn't move. The rubble were too heavy, he was too weak. He must have broken several bones. His head hurt a lot. He felt the red liquid running down his forehead and mixing with the tears in the floor.

"May", breathed Peter, gave up fighting and wanted to close his eyes.

But suddenly there was a loud noise over him. He knew it well. It was nozzles. Not just any. It was the jets on Ironman's suit.

The slightly robotic voice called his name. With his eyes almost closed, Peter looked up, forcing a small smile on himself when he decided to close his eyes. "Parker, don't you dare!" Penetrated the heavenly voice of the man into his head.

He felt the decreased weight on his body.

Even if he felt so powerless, he had to get to May and help her. Peter tried to get up as fast as he could, but the first few movements alone let him collapse again. The person next to him knelt down, analyzed the injuries Peter had.

"May," he coughed, looking up at the multimillionaire's face begging. Tony shook his head slightly, put his hands gently under Peter's very fragile body. "I am sorry." Were the last words Peter heard before he sank into the deep black. 

Everything beeped, there were voices there, footsteps there and screams elsewhere. The 15 year old boy tried to open his eyes, but they didn't do anything more than flicker. Suddenly he heard a voice very clearly.
"He is in good hands with me." 

Tony!

Peter's heart beat faster immediately, which also quickened the beeping. "Fast! We need a doctor! " The boy heard a female voice screaming.  

No no. Not a doctor. He wanted Tony. He needed Tony the most now. No! Beforehand he had to know how May was doing! Immediately his hand cramped. May! Peter forced himself to open his eyes. 

He was panicked and all over his body was sweat. He saw blurredly many male and female people moving around him. 

Tony where was he? Tony, Tony, Tony. He had left him alone again. And May? Where was she?! 

Weakly, Peter escaped a quiet: "May" when his head fell heavily to the side and his eyes closed again. 

Black. Again...
Help... Help me... May please... 

Peter's thoughts were mixed up.
Pure mess.
He sank deeper and deeper into the black hole until there was nothing left.
How long was he there? He couldn't tell. 

But soon, he slowly opened his eyes again. The first thing he felt was pain, the first thing he saw, white ceiling, the first thing he heard, quiet breathing and beeping.
And then he noticed more and more. 

Peter moved his head slightly, noticed a dark head of hair next to his hand on the bed. With may tries, Peter tried to stroke the person's hair, but failed to raise his hand. 

"Oh fuck shit", he heard. Slowly he turned his head in the direction from which the voice came. Ned was standing there with two cups of coffee in his hand, which he immediately dropped. 

"Pete!" He called and ran to his best friend, hugging him as best he could. Peter smiled slightly, felt too weak to speak. His eyes still felt heavy. 

The man next to him was woken up by the scream, was first in panic, but then saw the young boy's open eyes. 

"Parker", heard the young Spiderman Tony's soft voice, the boy immediately looked at the older man, who wore a relieved smile. He reached for Peter's hand with his strong and big one. "It's okay, we're here. I'm that glad you're okay", the eldest said. 

"M-May" Peter breathed softly, his throat ached a lot. Ned immediately looked at Mr. Stark. He said quietly, "I don't know. I don't get any information about her." 

Lie.
Tony knew exactly what was going on there, but he just didn't want to burden Peter right now.
Heavy breathing escaped from Peter's mouth, he felt so heavy and chaotic. He still needed some rest. So it wasn't unusual for him to go back to sleep so quickly. 

After a few days of recovery and lots of sleep, Peter was able to speak correct sentences again. His wounds healed unusually quickly, which relieved Tony but he also questioned it. The multimillionaire never left the boy's side. But Ned had to go back to school. 

Peter sat up right in his bed. His leg was in a bandage, there was a corset around his stomach, his head was covered with a white bandage, and there were scars and wounds all over his body. 

Tony had one hand on Peter's thigh. He now had to teach him something very important. 

"Mr. Stark? I know you refuse to hug me, but couldn't you? Only short? For me at least?", Peter asked quietly, looking uncertainly up into the brown eyes of the person opposite. 

"Of course", replied the older one, carefully putting his arms around Peter's upper body. 

Peter's heartbeat increased and blood rushed in his face, heating it up. However, he closed his eyes and rested his head on Tony's shoulder. 

He just needed that. The comfort that he never got from him. A closeness that he will probably feel for the last time. And Peter was very surprised when he felt Mister Stark's hand in his hair. 

"Peter, I need to talk to you." The boy was a little confused. 

Was it serious? Personally? He seldom called him by his first name.

"You got a lot of injuries from the incident", he began. "And they healed very well", the adult continued. "You have made tremendous progress", he added. "But it looks a little different." He spoke carefully.
"Your aunt." He meant May!, Peter recognized immediately. "She was hit by a radioactive bullet", Tony did not look at the teenager, "It etched away its innards right on place and was then hitted by the roof..." The spider boy remembered the pictures exactly."There was no way to save her..." Tony explained slowly and thoughtfully. 

 Peter looked at him with wide eyes. It had to be a joke. It wasn't that bad! That was Tony Stark infront of him. 

"Haha, nice joke. Will you tell me where May is now, please?", Peter asked, looking directly at the Avanger. He unconcerned got disrespectful to him. But this topic was serious. Serious for himself. 

"Peter, she died", said the older man, loosening the hug. 

Peter lost all color from his face, remembering the exact moment when he saw the rubble crushed his aunt. 

Peter's whole body began to shake and tears formed in his eyes. 

He mumbled quietly to himself: "No, no, no, no" Again and again. His heartbeat increased and more and more panic flooded him. 

It couldn't be.
May... No...no no no...
What is happening with me?
What am I supposed to do now?
No no no. 

Peter's thoughts were mixed up, breathing was too difficult for him. "A-air," the 15 year old panted in fear, but hyperventilated instead of being unable to breathe. 

Tony acted immediately, pressing a thin cloth over Peter's mouth and covering his nose. Peter inhaled less and less and the cloth stayed until Peter had calmed down, only the tears continued to flow endlessly. 

May....his May.... 

"I can't do that...", Peter sobbed after a while of silence. "W-What is happening to me now? Where-Where should I go? H-How am I supposed to go trough it?" 

Tony feared that Peter would panic again, so he gently took him in his arms. "That has already been resolved," said the man softly. 

"No no no. Please not. I don't want to go. I- No. I can not do this!" 

Peter shivered again, making it a little harder for Tony not to hurt him because Peter was moving too much. 

"Peter, listen. Listen to me.", Tony began. "No no no, I don't want that, please. Please don't leave me alone.", Peter cried, clutching Tony's shirt weakly. "Peter. Peter, you are moving in with me. Do you hear me? Peter? You will not be left alone. You come to us. To me", Tony persuaded him, Peter slowly calmed down and stared at him, but still sobbed slightly. The older man put a hand in his hair. 

"You'll come to me. I will take care of you. ", He said in a calm voice, carefully stroking Peter's head. 

Peter no longer knew what to feel. Everything was so confusing and mixed up. He couldn't prevent the tears, but noises did not leave his mouth. After all the last person from his family had died too.  

He stared straight ahead, tears running, but otherwise he remained silent. Felt emotionless. 

And Tony had no idea what to do.

That went on for the next few days. Peter was just lying in his bed, staring at the wall. Tony had to go back to work and had less time for the young superhero. But at night he kept coming back and staying with him. 

How could this be done to this little boy? He was only 15. Very young. 

Tony was absolutly upset when he thought back to seeing Peter there under the rubble. He still felt the fear in his bones. 

If he hadn't rejected Peter earlier, that wouldn't have happened. He could have protected him. He wasn't even sure why he was being rude to the boy anymore.
Or maybe he was sure.
He wasn't really in control of his own emotions and thought it would be better to kee distance. Especially since he would make himself even more criminal to have the boy in this kind of relationship. 

Tony's eyes wandered over the body, which was no longer covered by the blanket, through the restless sleep of Peter. 

The next morning he could take the student with him. Peter will probably have some trouble with the crutches, but Tony would of course support him. He would take as much time as he could to help Peter the best he can. 

And then the morning came. 

Tony was tired. He had been too busy trying to find ways how to help the boy the best. 

Peter gasped when he opened his eyes. His head hurt. He didn't know why either. But the first thing he saw wasn't the white wall. 

Tony was back. 

"Mr. Stark.", Peter muttered, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "Good morning, kid.", The industrial manager greeted the young hero. "Well, how are you feeling?" He asked. "Good," answered Peter quietly. "Ready to leave the room?" Tony tried to establish a proper conversation, but the younger one just nodded. 

Now there was silence. How much they both hated it. 

"Has everything been packed up yet?" Asked Peter. "Yes, everything is already tidied up. Shall I help you get up?" Replied the adult. How gladly would Peter have just said "yes". He felt weak. On the other hand, he wanted to show Tony that he could fight. He really wanted to win his admiration again. He wanted the leader of the Avanger to accept him again. He wanted him to take him seriously again. So his answer was simple: "No, I can do it." 

And with that he sat up and grabbed the crutches that stood next to the bed. Carefully he swung his legs out of bed and slowly touched the floor with them. Tony followed every single movement closely, he wanted to be able to react immediately if his little boy fell. Peter carefully straightened up, pulling himself up on crutches much more than using his own leg muscles. 

Peter finally stood panting. He really should have eaten something. This was pure agony. 

As young Spidy made his way to the door, his- his what? What should Peter call Tony now? Dad? No way! Tony would somehow take on that role, but that would be pretty weird for the student. After all, there were these feelings. So for now he's just his foster parent. 

"Everything okay?" His foster parent asked. Funny word, but better than Dad in this situation. "Oh nothing, I just don't know where." Peter hadn't really lied, he really didn't know where to go. "Right." Tony said with a laughing undertone, followed the younger one as he walked there. 

"Happy is already waiting for us downstairs.", Said the older one in the elevator, took out his cell phone and tapped on it wildly. "Mr. Stark?", Peter asked uncertainly as the elevator doors opened. "Hm?" The elder grumbled, still looking at the small electronic device in his hand, but still went with the boy towards the exit. 

There it was again. The feeling of being secondary. Peter wasn't really interested in rank, but it showed him that Peter didn't have any priority for the multimillionaire. 

He mumbled softly: "Oh, forget it.", To which the only answer was an approving growl. 

Once outside, Peter saw Ned and Happy talking to each other. "Ned!", Peter shouted and immediately his best friend turned around to him and stormed towards the superhero. "Pete!" He laughed happily. 

"Are you coming with us?", asked the 15 year old, hoping for a "yes" so that he could talk to at least one person and not just get grumbled answers. Ned stared excitedly at Happy. "Can I?" And the driver just nodded, took the bags from Tony and opened the doors. 

While Ned and Peter got in the back, the two adults sat in front. 

How strange it was for Tony to sit in the front. Not behind the wheel. He was visibly annoyed by how glad Peter sounded while he was talking to Ned. Why were the two so close? Annoying. 

With a slightly dangerous growl, which only Happy could hear, the multimillionaire looked into his cell phone again.
Stupid children. They're all annoying.

After a while the four of them had arrived at the headquarter of the avanger. Ned made huge eyes. "Oh holy shit. That's really cool.", Ned said, getting out of the car as soon as the car stopped. 

Peter couldn't look that fast his best friend already disappeared into the huge house. 

"Happy?" The young Spiderman asked. But instead of the Sheuffur, Tony appeared in front of him. 

He stood in front of the sun so that it no longer blinded the boy. Why was Mr Stark so ... so handsome? And he was sexy too. Without really being able to control it, his gaze wandered down Tony's body. Until his crotch. How big was it? Probabl- 

"What do you need?" He asked, looking down at the little boy. Peter's eyes shot up to those of the person opposite him. His cheeks heated up. 

Why was he just such a fifteen year old?! (Definetly needy.) He would swear this was one of those moments when a story would say that the person blushed. 

"M-My crutches. Wi-Will you give me them?"Tony got closer to Peter, he leaned down to him. Their faces just centimeter away. Peter felt his heart spin in his chest.But Tony just reached under the seat and fetched the crutches, but then gave the boy his hand.
What's this all about?!, both asked themselves in their thoughts, but since Ironman was still holding the crutches in his hand, Spidey could hardly refuse and took the hand carefully.
It wasn't surprising that Tony's hand was so much bigger, but it was warm and felt safe.And it was just Tony's hand. 

Stark carefully pulled the boy to his feet, but immediately supported him with his chest when he realized that it was too much momentum. 

"Uff", panted Peter, holding onto the man's chest. "Are you okay?" Asked the worried voice of his counterpart. 

Peter nodded slightly, felt a warm hand guide his fingers to the cold metal of the crutches. He carefully grasped the bar with his other hand, slowly supporting himself with it, building a little distance from Tony.When he was able to stand again without the older one, Happy came to the two of them. 

"The suitcases are in your room.", He said, looking at the two in front of him. "Good, I'll take him there.", Said the industrial owner, then went into the building with the boy. The smaller one looked around. Even if he has been here before, it was always breathtaking. Everything was so white and bright. There was so much light coming into the building and everything was so clean.

"Mr. Stark, where is my room?", Peter asked excitedly. "Upstairs. Next to mine", replied his guide. Peter stared perplexed at Tony, couldn't believe what he was hearing. He was excited. 

If his room was next to THAT Mr. Stark's, did it mean they were going to be spending more time together? 

Peter didn't even know exactly where they were going, he just followed this beautiful man. "This is your room", Tony said the first words, after the long journey, opened the door of a room. 

"Ohhuo!", Peter marveled, hurried into the room immediately, but stumbled over one of hid crutch leg due to his hectic pace. He saw himself on the floor when he was suddenly caught by a strong arm under his chest. "Slow down", said Stark, straightened Peter up again. 

Peter looked around curiously. The room was just huge and like the rest of the building, it was bright and had lots of windows. It had two rooms! And even a walk-in closet. 

Immediately he turned to the older man. "Mr. Stark?" He asked, had the man's full attention. "What do you wa-" - "Can I hug you? I know you don't tlike it that much, but can I?" 

Peter looked at him with big puppy eyes. Stark gave in and sighed, then opened his arms for the little boy. Of course, Spidey accepted the invitation and hugged Tony, just dropping the crutches on the floor. Slowly the muscular arms closed around the thin body of the smaller one. 

They were silent, both of them. Peter wasn't sure if he was overwhelming Tony, or if Tony just wanted to pull away from the hug, since he neither moved nor said anything.
The adult, on the other hand, knew exactly that the little one was enjoying it, after all, he had asked for it. But he also enjoyed it, just didn't show it, as he still considered his feelings to be quite wrong, as they had a too big difference in age. 

"I-I'm really sorry.", Peter stuttered and let go of the older man, completely forgetting that he couldn't stand without the crutches, which landed roughly on his butt. "Ouch," he mumbled, grimacing. 

"Hey, are you okay?" Tony asked worriedly, knelt down in front of him. The boy nodded slightly, looking at his leg. 

The multimillionaire sighed slightly, grabbed the boy under his arms and lifted him up, leaving his crutches left on the ground for the first time. "You are really clumsy.", He grumbled and sat the little one on his bed. "Sorry.", Peter whispered and bowed his head. "It's okay, just take care of yourself," the adult said. The spider boy nodded slightly and watched the eldest pick up his crutches. 

"If there is something, shout my name. I'm actually in my room at night. Should I not be there, give me a call.", Said Tony, handed Peter his cell phone. "I'll probably be in the lab, see you later. And please. Please don't do any dumb shit.", he begged, then fast left the room of the small boy. 

Now Peter was lying there in his bed. In that huge room with a TV across from his bed. White blinds hung in front of the huge glass front, and a glass table and sofa stood in front of it. Peter squirmed a little in bed. He couldn't see the bathroom's inside because the door was locked, but he bet it was huge too. And across from the bed he was lying on was a large dark brown wooden cupboard. 

With a sigh, the little superhero just lay back on the pillow and looked at the white ceiling. 

Dreadful. Everywhere this white. Same disgusting white as in the hospital room. 

The Hospital... May... 

Peter was angry and hurt at the same time.
Angry at himself because it was his own fault that May was gone.
He was too weak, too slow, too stupid. 

And somehow everything made him sad.
Even that he was with Tony without him being directly with him. 

There was nothing he could do about the tears, nor did he wanted to. 

And then suddenly the door slammed open, and Peter wiped his wet eyes in shock.

"Kiddo! Hello- Hey, is everything okay?" First an excited Steve bursted into his room but then stopped when he saw Peter's red eyes. "Hey Mr. Rogers.", Peter greeted the Captain America, "Yes, everything is okay.", Peter hung up afterwards. 

"Nice to have you back in the team again.", Said the older one, sat down next to the young Spiderman on the bed. "Team?", Peter asked. "Mr. Stark hadn't mentioned anything about that." - "It's okay. Then probably not. Still, it's nice to have you back here.", Said Cap ', ruffling the little one's hair. "Hey!", Peter growled. The older one looked around. "Do we want to go out? A little walk?" 

That grin couldn't mean anything good but Peter agreed. Without much hesitation, the irresponsible one lifted the small teenager up. With a grin on his face, Steve left the room with Peter in his arms, but was intercepted by an angry Tony at the end of the hall. 

"Do you want to explain yourself, or are you going to put him back to bed?" He asked rhetorically. Steve tried to talk you out of it somehow, but was interrupted before he could speak. "No buts. Back into bed." He said, lifting the Peter from the arms of his kidnapper, then brought him back to bed. 

"Mr. Stark, I don't want to lie in bed all day.", Peter captured the word. "Exactly Tony, give him a little more freedom.", The American hero added his mustard. "Shut up. And Peter: I want your leg to heal properly first", the boss said and got up. 

But as he turned to walk, Peter grabbed the sleeve of his shirt. "I don't want to be alone," muttered the little one. 

Tony sighed slightly. 

"Go back to the lab, Cap.", He ordered, whereupon Steve immediately disappeared while the multimillionaire sat down next to Peter on the bed. 

"I will stay. But only until you fall asleep. ", Said the older one, looking down at the little superhero.
Peter looked away, he was a little embarrassed. This was his chance to get closer to the adult.

"Aunt May always cuddled with me when I couldn't sleep," he muttered.
The memory hurt, but maybe it could be calmed when Tony would now replace it.

Another low sigh came from the older man. "This is an exception.", He grumbled, then put an arm around his waist while he lay behind Peter.
The little Spiderman immediately felt the heat in his head and his heart began to beat faster. It was a nice feeling. Nice and confusing at the same time.

Slowly he closed his eyes, trying to calm down. Even if he wanted to cuddle with Tony longer, he didn't want to distract him too much from his work.

"Sleep well, Kid.", The older one whispered close to Peter's ear. With a gentle smile and a fast beating heart, the little boy fell asleep.

Tony sighed again. It would all be much harder than expected. Because he really had to keep working and couldn't push it away any more.

Slowly the older man pulled himself away so that Peter did not wake up, then covered him with the banket and quietly left the room. Before he closed the door, he looked again at the sleeping boy before he finally left.

And this exception became a habit.
Every night Peter had nightmares about the night, woke up screaming and drenched in sweat. Tony, who had his room right next door, of course noticed it all the time and then went to the smaller one, found him crying and trembling in his bed. Without saying much, he lay down behind Peter each time, stroking his side until they both fell asleep. 

Everyone else also noticed that the two were getting closer and closer, but at Happy's request they kept their mouths shut, because the boss couldn't use anything like that now. 

Tony would never admit that Peter was becoming a burden, but he only stressed him more.
The time he sacrificed for the little one Tony needed for other things much more urgently.
The laboratory and all the orders. Dangers were out there. Dangers Tony couldn't defeat while staying in this room. 

The night dragged out for the great inventor.
He couldn't get to sleep.
He just couldn't clear his head anymore.
His feelings for Peter got worse and worse.
It wasn't that he had no self-control, but these thoughts of kissing and touching the boy, holding his hand and saying certain three words to him got stronger and stronger. 

And on the other hand was his work.
How should he take care of this child when he was taking care of the whole world at the same time? The world and the other avangers. The laboratory, the research. 

It was definitely not easy. 

With a heavy sigh, Tony pulled away and stood up. He needed a little fresh air and freedom now. Without waking Peter, he left the room and used the nearest exit to get outside. 

He needed distance. 

Pressing himself on the ARK reactor, he activated the nanobots, which assembled into his suit in seconds and then hissed off directly. 

Where could he go? 

Without thinking too much, he led himself to the destroyed warehouse. The remains have still not been removed. He didn't know exactly why he was there, but Tony had the feeling that something is have to be found that is important. The adult looked around calmly without touching anything. 

What exactly had caused this collapse? There wasn't a car here, so no car accident. It wasn't a pistol either. Even a plurality of bullets wouldn't make a building collapse. What had created those blue rays that made Tony aware of this place? What was that? Now the superhero began to touch the rubble too. Maybe he would find something important. 

Indeed, it didn't take him long to find a small blue stone flashing. What was the energy source of it? What was this stone? 

Just as he was picking up that something, he felt the floor shake.
An earthquake?
Not unlikely, but Tony immediately knew this wasn't it when he looked up and saw the blue explosion on the skyline. 

Oh shit. 

Of course, he knew exactly which building was in that direction. He ran before he started the jets. "Analyze the damage." Tony ordered and immediately he got an overview. As he had expected, it was the headquarters where the explosion came from. It seemed to have been attacked. The whole upper half was smoking and the roof had collapsed. It looked exactly just as terrible as the warehouse. 

Wait!
The roof. 

Peter! 

When Tony finally got there, he went straight to see who was down there.
All were there.
Everyone was fine.
All but Peter and Steve.

He really hoped that Captain America was trying to save the young Spidey. 

When he got down to his people, Ironman asked about the situation of them. Some had been hit hard by the collapse. 

Why didn't the alarm go off? The arlam that something unknown was there. Or was the explosion created from inside the building? 

Tony decided to run into the building after all, because Steve and Peter were still not there. Running into the building, he called out their names. Everything was dusty and here and there were several small flames or sparks from electronic devices. He kept searching until he found the captain's shield crushed between two walls. 

"Steve ?!" Tony yelled the name, but got no answer. Please don't let anything have happened to him, Tony thought to himself. After a few seconds of the wild searchings, he heard his name call out. Quite. But not as if it were far away. 

Who was it? Who had called him? 

Running Upstairs.
The rubble aside.
Screaming names.
Everything was so dark.
Everything was gathering in dust.
Flames. Spark.
Traces of blood.
Noises.
Tony was focused. 

His name again.He called back. 

"Tony! Tony help me." He felt a burden off his heart when he saw Steve. Though he didn't look very healthy with the cut on his chest and arm and half his body buried under walls, he was still better than the one who was fighting with the same scarred face as months ago. 

Every time Peter moved, his leg hurted. Was clear. The injury wasn't completely healed yet. The cast was off, but he couldn't run properly. 

Tony didn't know who to help now, but as long as Peter could still move quite well, he decided to help Steve.

Peter fought with all the strength he had. It wasn't much, but he had to help Mr. Roger. He hadn't even realized that Tony was there yet.

He dodged hits and kicks from the villain, his nets somehow had no effect on him. He was inferior in the fight. A punch in the stomach. The next in the face. Peter grabbed the other's arm. It didn't worked the way he wanted, because the man just pulled his arm away and grab Peter's collar. The Spiderman was thrown to the other end of the room with a hard push. And suddenly a piece of metal buried its way through his stomach. 

Where did it came from?!

A heavy cough escaped Peter. He was too weak to scream. It hurted so much. Peter never expected anything like that. Why was there suddenly a piece of metal in the wall?

Peter's hand went slowly to the metal in his stomach. It hurt so much, there was a loud scream and Peter looked up in shock. The man ran up to Peter, raised his fist, and swung it back. Was ready to give Peter the final punch.

But before the fist hit him, the man with the scars was pushed aside.

Now Peter noticed finally his rescuer.
Tony was here.

The spider boy exhausted laid his aching head against the wall.What didn't hurt in his body either? He just wanted to give up now. Peter didn't even notice what was happening around him.

He only heard gasps and moans. Metal on metal. Voices yelling at each other. But he didn't understand anything, nor notice what exactly is going on. 

This beautiful blackness pulled him deeper and deeper until his whole body collapse and he could no longer feel or perceive anything.

Someone shook his body. Tried to pull him out of this darkness. Dully he heard some voices. "Come on, kid. Stay with me. Don't give up."

Peter tried everything to open his eyes. When he managed to open them a bit he could see Tony's face but only vaguely. "Hey you are here. Come on. Stay awake."

Peter felt a warm hand on his chest. It has to be Tony's. It felt so safe. Safe and secure. He felt weak. He wanted to go back to sleep immediately. He was in good hands with Tony.

Peter tried to say something, his breathing was low, the words didn't leave his mouth. He put his trembling hand on Tony's. The older one shouldn't leave him alone. 

"Hey come on. Stay here. Fight.", Tony said. The desperation and fear was clearly heard from his voice. 

Tony folded her hands weakly as Peter's head fell to the side and his eyes closed again. "No! Peter! Pete. Come on. Stay here! Open your eyes!", The adult said to the teenager. 

"Come on!" 

Tears flowed.
Tears.
Tears from Tony. 

When was the last time he cried? As a child? 

"Peter. Peter. Come on, kid." Tony pressed the cold body to his chest. "Peter please..." 

But nothing happened. 

Everything was silent. 

"Peter please. I need you." 

Silence.
Just Tony's sobs. 

"Please. I still have to tell you that I love you. Fuck the consequences. I know you feel the same! Your constantly red cheeks, your stuttering in my area, your heartbeat when we cuddle, your staring at me. Peter please. Open your eyes" Tony cried, slowly resting his head on the kid's chest. 

"Please, kid..." 

But nothing happened.

Tony was sitting in his office chair, hands on his face. He completely neglected work. 

He should have taken care of Peter first. Steve wasn't in any big danger. He was so stupid. So stupid. Stupid. 

It was his own fault that this happened to Peter. To the most important person in his life. The person he wouldn't be able to live without.

He turned his gaze to the bed.
The white, bare bed.
It beeped.
The beeping was annoying.
But it was important. 

It beeped because it showed that Peter was alive. 

Tony slowly got up, made his way to the bed and sat next to the boy on the edge of the bed. The wound was difficult to medicate. A piece of metal went through his stomach. Of course, this won't heal soon. 

"I'm sorry", Tony mumbled, kissing the kid's forehead. "I love you", he whispered softly, getting up again. 

The headquarters was rebuilt. The rebuilding still in prozess, but the most important has been restored. 

Suddenly the door opened. "Hey Tony~!" Steve bursted in and trilled. "Good news!" And with that he pulled Tony away from Peter without any buts. Bothered him elsewhere.
To let Peter recover in peace. 

Peter was actually fine, Tony just wanted to make sure that he could be there immediately if something was wrong. 

And when Peter woke up again, Tony was back and sat by his side. 

"Hey kiddo, do you need something?", asked the older one. "Don't pretend like I'm still in danger, Sir. I'm fine. Very much", Peter said cheerfully and slowly sat up, being careful not to pull any connections from his veins off his body or to damage the wound on his stomach. "You should still stay in bed", said the adult. 

"Mr. Starks, plea-" - "Tony. Please just call me Tony. " Peter's cheeks heated up. He was allowed to call him by his first name. Him the Ironman. The Tony Stark. 

After a bit of silence the multimillionaire began to raise his words: "You, Peter. I think we need to talk. From Tony to Peter and not of any other rank." 

Confused and at the same time nervous Peter looked at the man. "Uhm? About what?" He asked uncertainly. 

"Us." Was Stark's simple answer.
"U-Us?" - "Yes. Us"

Peter was confused.There wasn't much to talk about. Or? He was a child and Tony more or less became a father by being the legal guardian. He was his boss as an Ironman.
What could it be?  

The room was quiet for a few seconds before the elder put a hand on Peter's shoulder."Peter," he began and looked into the big eyes of the younger one, "These feelings you have for me, and yes, you are really obvious about them. So again. Your feelings for me. I want that-" Tony was interrupted. 

Peter put his hands on Tony's thighs, locked up at the adult in fear. "No Please! I will stop it. I will try! I'll keep my distance too if you want that! But please don't throw me out. Please don't be mad. I'll do everything I can to don't be a burden for you, please. Please don't leave me alone. Please don't give me away.", Peter pleaded. Suddenly big tears ran down his cheeks and anxiously he clunged to Tony's pants. 

"Hey, Hey, Peter.", said the older man, took Peters hands in his own. "Listen to me. You didn't let me finish.", he told.
Peter was sobbing and nodded.
"I will not throw you out of the house. I will not ask for you taking distance from me. Nor will I leave you alone. Come on now. Stop with those crocodile tears, Peter.", Stark explained slowly, gently put his arms around the boy and hugged him gently, softly rubbing his back.
The sobbing hurt Peter in his stomach, but he was glad not to have been pushed away. 

"Are you listening to me one more time?" Tony asked, carefully pushing the little one a bit away. Peter nodded again. 

Tony gently put his hand on Peter's cheek and stroked the tears away. "You don't need to worry about your feelings. Sure, you're 15 and it's all very confusing. But I want you to know that I am returning this mess. I feel exactly the same, my little boy.", Tony confessed in a calm voice. 

Now it was done with Peter.
The fuse was blown.
That had totally thrown him off his mind. 

How did he meant it? Did he mean that as I did? Or is he talking about the father figure? Did he perceive it as something else?

These questions floated through his mind. 

"Peter, you're actually a very smart boy, but right now I'm wondering if there is something wrong with your ears." Smiled the adult. "T-That's not funny, Sir. You have-" - "Tony", interrupted he Peter and made the younger one blush again. "Y-You messed me up," the teenager muttered. "You could just say something to me.", grinned the older one. "I-I talk to you the whole time, Sir-" - "Tony", he interrupted him again and laughed. 

"Oh, come on!" shouted Peter desperately, putting his hands in embarrassment over his face. Tony just laughed uproariously. 

You couldn't describe how happy the older one was. He was just indescribably happy at the moment. 

Satisfied, he sighed, looked at the pouting boy, whose hair he then ruffled. 

"Does that mean we have something like a relationship now?", Peter asked shyly. "Didn't we have one before?", Tony replied, pretending to be stupid.
"Tonyyyy", called the younger one, but had to laugh slightly, which the other happily joined in. 

They were both very happy. 

After both of them calmed down a bit, the bigger one said: "I would love to be your boyfriend." 

Peter blushed.
If Tony was his boyfriend now, he could kiss him! But that would be kind of weird with their age difference. 

Tony was definitely a really good kisser. He would definitely know what to do and how to do it correctly. And Peter hadn't even had his first kiss. 

"Are you okay, Kiddo?" Tony asked, titled his head and looked at the boy, who looked at the floor in embarrassment. "Yes, everything's fine.", he mumbled. 

But Tony wasn't satisfied with this answer and slowly crawled over Peter, who got gently pushed back to lie on his back, now having the older one over him. 

"S-Sir?", Peter breathed softly, his cheeks were already hot and glowing."Tony, for you. Still.", The multimillionaire whispered close to the younger man's lips. He leaned down the last few centimeters to kiss the little boy. 

But instead of the lips, Tony kissed Peter's cheek, because he uncertainly turned his head at the last moment. 

"Kiddo, what's going on? Why don't you want to kiss me?", The adult asked, sitting up again. Peter began to stutter: "I-I have never kissed anyone. It would be my first time." Embarrassed, Peter put his hands over his face. "I'm sure you are very experienced with it while I have no idea. I just don't want to do anything wrong, Sir." - "Just call me Tony. And it's okay with me", said the older man with a smile, kissing the other's forehead. "If you're not ready yet, we'll wait. But otherwise you don't need to be afraid. There are no bad kissers. Well, yes, but you're definitely not one of them.", Stark tried to encourage him. 

"But I want to kiss you...", Peter spoke, taking his hands off his face. "Then just let yourself go and let me guide you." Tony breathed, leaning back down to his boy.
With his big hands he took Peters and put them on his neck, the tips of their noses were already touching, when Tony then closed the gap and united his lips with Peter's. 

Peter's lips were gentle and soft, not moving through the uncertainty of him, but Tony did slowly. The experienced man carefully exerted a little thrust and moved his lips against those of the teenager. The younger man let himself be so carried away by these movements that he couldn't help but replying them. 

Tony felt so good. Even if it was Peter's first kiss, it felt so intoxicating. The little one's lips tasted sweet and Tony's body wanted more. But he held back. Peter was 15 and they just got into their relationship. Even Tony would find that very impolite and inappropriate.
The teenage's body tingled everywhere. The kiss felt so good and so did Tony's hands on Peter's hips. The movements were so considerate and the kiss full of love. Everything was so perfect. It should never stop. 

And yet it was Peter who brkoe away from the kiss first. He could breathe, but still had the feeling that the air and his body were getting warmer and warmer during the kiss, which is why he was now looking at the older man, embarrassed, quitly panting to himself. 

Tony just smiled, stroked Peter's hip, but then put his hand on the kid's cheek and caressed it. "The kiss was perfect," he breathed. 

These few words made Peter so happy that this time he joined his lips with those of the older man on his own initiative. 

It was a different feeling, but the kiss was just as nice as the first. And even if Peter wasn't a professional, Tony loved his kisses. 

He loved everything about the little one. 

Just as Peter couldn't help but love everything about the older man. 

How not?
Tony was perfect! 
The perfection in person.

Slowly they both broke away from the kiss, smiling like idiots. 

"I love you, Peter," Tony whispered, laying down next to his boy and began to cuddle with him.
"I love you too", Peter giggled happily.
"Yeah, I love you too, Tony," he repeated, resting his head on the taller one's chest. 

Yes, they loved each other.