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Peter bit the bottom of his pen in between his teeth, eyes analyzing the paper in front of him. He was trying to finish up his homework in the last minutes of class, but the Spanish homework in front of him was challenging to say the least. Not that the content was too particularly hard, but his mind was racing from the most recent events.
It had been a month since the Vulture incident, and Peter turning down a chance to join the Avengers. Not that it mattered that much, as he had lived in the tower ever since it happened.
Aunt May had been distraught when she figured out Peter was Spider-Man, so distraught that she had kicked him out of their apartment.
“I can’t do this anymore!” she had yelled, hands moving around rapidly, “You risk your life every night, while I sit here oblivious to it!” She had gone on a long rant on how dangerous it was, and the fact that he had hidden it so long.
May had finally snapped with a few more revelations.
“How long?!” she had demanded, anger filling her voice.
He had told her, and her face hardened to stone, “Before Ben?” she asked, counting the dates in her head, “You had these powers before Ben had been murdered and you did nothing?! You just stood there?”
Her questions broke Peter, and it didn’t take long until he was packing his stuff, hands shaking and tears running down his face. It was beginning to rain, and it was so dark he struggled to see through the water.
Peter had managed to get a call through to Happy, who had answered in a terrible mood.
“What do you want?” Happy had growled, mad to be woken up in the late- or early hours of the morning.
“C-can yo-u p-p-pick me up?” Peter had said, before descending into sobs. He was standing near a bus stop, a few miles away from his apartment- no not his apartment. May’s. He had a backpack on with his suit and a few pairs of clothes, but the rest of his stuff was left in May’s apartment when he was rushed out.
Peter was dripping wet, and the rain mixed with the tears on his face, washing them away. He was shivering now, and he hoped Happy would get here soon.
A fancy black car pulled up near the curb, and Peter recognized it as one of the cars he had seen Happy drive before. Peter walked towards the door, trying to wipe the tears from his face and calm his breathing. He opened the door to the front seat, eyes falling on the driver, Happy, who was looking at Peter with a questioning look.
Peter silently entered the car, closing the door behind him. He was dripping on the seats, and he winced as the seat quickly got wet.
“Kid. What's going on? I woke up to you crying on the phone at two a.m.” Happy said quietly, pulling the car out of the space.
“Sorry for waking you up to drive here…” Peter quietly whispered, eyes focused on the ground. He didn’t want to answer any of the questions, but he forced himself to open his mouth.
“Look kid,” Happy answered, “I’m taking you back to the tower, and you don’t have to answer my questions, but you surely will have to answer Tony’s,” Happy paused, and Peter flinched.
He had forgotten all about Mr.Stark, too focused on what had happened with May.
“OK, sir…” Percy had answered, before returning to silence.
After the long drive, with Peter sniffling every few minutes, they finally made it back to the tower.
Peter zoned out on the way up the elevator, but he was still shivering from being soaked to the bone.
When he arrived on the living room floor, Mr. Stark was already waiting there for him. He was sitting on one of the bar stools, looking tired and a bit annoyed.
“So kid, any reason for waking me and my driver up at say-” he looked at the clock resting on the wall, “-two in the morning?”
Peter stood there for a second, lip beginning to quiver as tears filled his eyes for the second time that night.
Mr. Stark must have noticed this, as he stood up and took a few slow steps towards Peter.
“Hey, kid. Are you OK?” Mr. Stark was talking softly, and Peter opened his mouth and closed it a couple times.
“May kicked me out.” Peter finally said after a moment of silence, and he noticed Happy shift a bit from the other side of the room. Tears were now pouring out of Peter’s eyes, and he tried to quickly wipe them away.
He raised his eyes to look at Mr. Stark’s face, who looked crestfallen.
“Let’s go sit down on the couch, OK?” His voice was kind as his arms wrapped around Peter and led him to the plush couch.
That was three weeks ago, and Peter was trying to deal with the emotional distraught May brought.
The bell suddenly cut through the air, cutting Peter out of his thoughts. He let out a sigh and looked at his paper, which wasn’t filled with as much writing as he hoped it would be.
Peter decided to quit trying to do any work for now, and just head back to the tower. Ned was out of town on a trip and MJ was doing volunteer work for a club, so Peter had been alone for the majority of the day.
He stood from his chair, grabbing the piece of paper on his desk before shoving it in his bag. The rest of his classmates traveled around him, all engrossed in their own conversations.
Peter was just excited to get home, head aching slightly as his hearing picked up every single small thing in the hall. His senses were getting even worse than the start of the day, and he squinted his eyes at the bright school lights.
Peter pushed the exit doors of the school, glad to feel the fresh air on his face. The day hadn’t been too bad, but Peter felt exhaustion drag himself down. It was Friday, so at least he had the weekend to recover from the long schoolweek.
Peter spotted one of Mr. Stark’s fancy cars on the road in front of him, and he quickly walked over to it.
He opened the door, before swinging his backpack into the car seat, with a bit too much force than needed.
Happy was sitting in the driver's seat, eyes staring at the bag landed sideways on the seat.
“Rough day, kid?” Happy asked as Peter himself slid into the seat.
“Sorry, Happy. Ned and MJ weren't at school today and I was overloaded with homework and-” Peter began to ramble about what had gone wrong today and all the work he had piled up over the weekend.
“Ok, kid,” Happy said, cutting off Peter’s ramblings, “You're resting today, especially, then you can get your work done the rest of the weekend. And no spiderling stuff until you get your proper rest.”
Peter tried to protest, but Happy had a point. He was working a bit too hard, and his body was clearly showing it.
“Alright, Happy,” Peter replied as they pulled out onto the road. The rest of the ride was pretty silent, and Peter felt himself falling asleep against the window.
When they arrived at the tower, Peter was already feeling sleepy, but he shook his head in the elevator, while Happy stood next to him.
Happy seemed to notice Peter’s tirelessness, but he didn't make any comments on it.
They arrived at the 70th floor, or the common floor, after a few minutes. Peter immediately went over to lay down on the large couch, snuggling in the blankets that were left there from a few nights before.
His eyes closed quickly and he fell into a restful sleep.
Tony’s POV
When Tony finished a grueling meeting with Ross, all he wanted to do was lay down and maybe break into a bottle of whiskey. They had finally worked out the accords, and the rogue Avengers were moving back into the tower. Effective immediately.
Rogers and Barnes had already called Tony, and they had both apologized for the events in Syria. Tony knew Steve was trying to make things better, and forgiveness wouldn’t come from one apology, but it was a start.
Tony had already had rooms prepared for them, as Natasha, Wanda, Steve, Bucky and Sam, were all going to be living there.
It wasn’t on the same floor as Peter was staying on, as Peter was staying a few floors up, but it was close enough that Tony felt a spike of panic whenever he thought about it.
Tony exited the elevator he had been standing in, stopping at the common floor. He looked at his watch, which signaled Peter would probably be at the tower by now.
Tony walked over to the living room, where the plush couch sat, trying to relax for a minute until the Avengers would get back.
He stopped short, a smile falling on his face as he saw the site that met him. Peter was snuggled up in a multitude of blankets, eyes closed and mouth slightly open, clearly sleeping.
Tony walked up to him and tucked in one of the blankets, so there was no way it would fall off the boy.
“FRIDAY, take a picture and put it under the baby spider file,” Tony spoke, and FRIDAY gave a confirmation for the order, “-and dim the lights please.” he asked before walking out of the room.
I’ll let him sleep for a bit before I have to introduce him to the Rogue’s, he thought, hand covering his eyes.
Tony had told Peter about Siberia, after a particular bad nightmare on Peter’s part. To say Peter had been mad was an understatement, and Tony feared the day Steve would get chewed out by the fifteen year old.
“Sir, the Rogues will be here in five minutes.” FRIDAY’S voice cut through the air, and Tony replied with a quick statement.
“Keep them away from the common floor please, and alert me when they are here.” he replied, mentally preparing himself for this.