I Can’t Even-

I can’t even-

it’s so freaking good

hey idk if you take requests or not (I'm new here sorry lol) but I wanted to ask if you'd be ok with writing something where after instead of Tony being the one who has to say sorry and try to salvage the relationship, it's actually peter? just really wanted to see something different since I'm kinda new to this and don't really know how to find stories lmao you're a great author, keep up the good work you're amazing!!

Little heads-up: There’s swearing in this.

Peter fucked up.

“You’re not my father!”

Like, really fucked up.

“You’re not a superhero! How dare you tell me I’m nothing without my suit, when it’s really you who would be nothing without that armor!”

No one in the history of fucking up has ever fucked up as much as Peter.

“You said you’re done making war by selling your weapons, but you just traded one weapon for a different one! You’re not helping anyone!”

Peter deeply regrets saying any of those things, but he has been so incredibly angry when Tony scolded him for going after that drug ring he spent months working on, claiming that it’s too far out his neighborhood, ordering him to stop, threatening to tell May if he didn’t listen. And Peter snapped, feeling transported back all those months ago to the ferry and how Tony kept him out of what’s going on – and that thought hurt so, so much.

After all the time they spent together, Peter thought they would be past that particular I’m-not-telling-you-what’s-happening-and-keeping-you-out-of-the-loop stage. That hurt fueled the anger he felt over literally months of his efforts being thrown away, and he just wanted to hurt Tony back, to make him feel the same pain he was feeling in that moment, so he spit out the most hurtful words he could think of, not caring if they were actually true or not.

Tony’s face went completely blank, and he raised his head, standing tall and his shoulders pulled back, looking absolutely untouched by Peter’s words – which, of course, made him only angrier, causing him to spit out even nastier stuff.

When Peter was standing in the penthouse, breathing heavily with anger, Tony gave him a hard look and asked: “You done?” Peter clenched his teeth and fists together. Tony took that as a yes. “Go.” Without giving him a second look, Tony slipped his glasses on his face before turning around and walking down the hallway, not caring at all for Peter and his anger.

Since then, a few weeks have passed, and with every day that passed, Peter felt worse and worse about his angry outburst, his initial anger about the entire situation evaporating after a few hours. Less than 24 hours after Tony told him to drop his investigation in the drug ring, the news of the police arresting pretty much everyone of said drug ring were everywhere. Peter kinda thought Tony would demand the suit back, but he didn’t.

Instead, there’s absolute radio silence between them.

When it was the day of their usual lab sessions, Karen informed Peter that Tony canceled – not only that appointment, but every single one for the next two months. Peter isn’t getting random texts from Tony anymore, no reaction at all to any of the reports he sends him, and when Peter tries calling him, FRIDAY tells him that Tony is too busy to answer. Even though she promises to let her creator know that Peter called, Tony never calls back.

Peter goes as far as asking Happy about it. “He’s busy,” the man answers, obviously uncomfortable and very clearly lying about it. “He’s got a company to run and there are the amendments for the Accords and the entire Avengers Initiative. It’s a lot.” Tony had to do all of those things before, too, but he always made time to at least chat for a few minutes with Peter.

Which means Tony obviously doesn’t want to see him.

And that hurts a hundred times more than Tony telling him to not get involved with those drug dealers.

Peter knows he has to apologize. There’s no way around it, not if he wants to repair what he has broken. But the big problem is how he’s gonna do that, seeing as Tony clearly doesn’t want to talk to him. He asked Happy, Pepper, and Rhodey for their help, but that has been fruitless. FRIDAY fed him some lie (he wasn’t aware the AI could actually lie) about the next free slot being next year.

He actually thinks about making an official appointment with Tony, but there are several problems. For one, not just anyone can make an appointment with Tony Stark, especially without a good reason and on short notice. Besides, he needs to give his name and show his ID – Peter is pretty sure that FRIDAY would interject as soon as she sees his name. Or, like, his face in the lobby. There’s the option of using that hatch Tony built into the windows of Peter’s room in the penthouse (with a stab in his chest, Peter wonders if it’s still his room or if Tony already turned into, like, a home gym or something), but he’s pretty sure Tony wouldn’t appreciate him breaking in. Or FRIDAY would simply lock the hatch.

So, while he tries to come up with a way to get in contact with his (former?) mentor, he’s watching Tony’s Instagram story – a “spontaneous” Ask Me Anything game that has been scheduled months ago (which Tony only accepted because Peter talked him into it). More than a couple of times he’s tempted to send in an ask, but he’s pretty sure Tony wouldn’t answer that as well. While watching Tony laugh and smile at the camera, sitting in his lab with DUM-E and U next to him, a very familiar holo-screen with some mindless but important looking diagram in the background, Peter tries to sooth his aching heart and curses that it’s so difficult to get a hold of one of the smartest people in the world who doesn’t want to talk to you.

About a week later, there’s an opportunity, and Peter doesn’t hesitate a second to grab it.

He’s on his way back from school, when he sees the news alert on his phone – a hostage situation in Manhattan, and Iron Man just arrived at the scene. Never before has Peter changed into his suit that fast.

It takes him only a couple of minutes to arrive at the scene. It’s in an office building up on the highest floor, and as far as Karen told him, there are three hostage takers and about twelve hostages. The hostage takers blocked the exits and apparently hid a bomb somewhere.

Getting into the building is no problem – he simply swings through the hole in the window Tony crashed through when he arrived. Speaking of Tony, he doesn’t seem the least bit surprised to see Peter; FRIDAY probably warned him.

“Mr. Stark, I -”

“Get them out of here,” Tony orders, not even looking at him.

For the fraction of a second, he thinks about protesting, but getting the hostages out of dangers is the priority. Peter sticks to the outside of the building and sticks a web the them before telling them to jump one by one, breaking their fall in time for them to land safely on the sidewalk. He doesn’t allow himself to relax for a single second, because he hears gun shots going off from inside the building. Swinging back inside, he races towards the noises, seeing how the criminals keep firing bullets at the Iron Man armor, while Tony is calmly working on the bomb, seemingly absolutely unbothered by their attacks.

Well, Peter is pretty bothered by it.

He catches the first two by surprise, snatching away their guns and webbing them against the wall. When he turns towards the third one, he’s already staring at the gun, and a second later, Peter has to dodge a storm of bullets. Just when he manages to rip the gun away from the criminal, a sharp pain rips through Peter’s thigh, making him clench his teeth and driving tears in his eyes. Peter ignores the pain, pinning the man against the next wall.

Just then, Tony stands up. “The situation is clear,” he says, his back still turned to Peter.

Peter nods, before he remembers that Tony can’t see it. “Mr. Stark, can I-”

“Police should get up here any moment, you can go now,” he interrupts him, stomping over to one of the windows, already getting into the air.

Peter cannot let this opportunity slip through his fingers. “Please wait!” He hurries after Tony, ignoring the biting pain in his leg, but just when he arrives at the window, Tony flies out of it. “Please! I want to apologize!”

Tony isn’t stopping, so Peter doesn’t stop either. He jumps out of the window and manages to shoot a web against the Iron Man armor, literally sticking to him.

Tony slightly turns his head to him, as if to make sure that FRIDAY really is telling the truth when she said he has some stowaway. “Go home.”

“No! Not before I apologized!”

Clearly, Tony doesn’t want to hear it. He turns back around and flies in a zigzag line, trying to shake Peter off. But Peter is stubborn, he holds on as tight as he can. Then, his leg hits the wound on his other leg, and Peter can’t help but cry out as a wave of blinding pain shoots through him, almost making him let go of the web.

Suddenly, they slow down, and just when Peter’s head clears enough to notice his surroundings again, his feet touch solid ground. They landed on a rooftop, far above the rest of the city.

But he’s even more surprised that Tony is facing him. “You got shot?” the man asks, and his helmet folds away, showing the face Peter hasn’t seen in person for weeks, and even though there are those special angry wrinkles on Tony’s face that always mean he’s in trouble, Peter couldn’t be more relieved.

“I’m so, so sorry,” he starts, not wasting a single second with something as trivial as a gun shot wound. “Like, so fucking sorry. I shouldn’t have said any of that stuff, it’s not true at all, not a word of it, but I was so angry-”

“You’ve been shot,” Tony says in a voice Peter can’t quite place. “That wound needs to be treated asap.”

“I didn’t mean any of it, I swear, but I-” Peter takes a step forward, but in his haste to get closer to Tony, he forgot about the wound. As soon as he puts any pressure on the leg, a new wave of pain surges through his entire body, making him cry out again and before he knows it, he’s on the ground, face against the rough surface (that pain pales in comparison to the pain from his leg).

However, a pair of strong hands turn him around and he looks up into Tony’s face. “You need to see Helen,” he says, pressing a hand against the wound to stop the bleeding, his eyes turning apologetic as Peter hisses in pain.

“I’m so sorry,” Peter repeats again. His thoughts get muddled with pain and the need to fix the situation because he needs to fix this so bad. Suddenly feeling stuffed under his mask, he pushes it off, not afraid that someone sees his face this far up. Tears are rolling down his cheeks, but he can’t tell if they’re because of the pain or the panic inside him. “Please, Mr. Stark, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, any of it!”

“Peter, you need to focus on the wound, everything else can wait.”

“No, it can’t! I need you to know-”

“I forgive you, okay? Now, let’s get-”

“You’re my hero,” Peter interrupts him, not really liking how shaky his voice is right now but he has no control over it between all the pain, the blood loss, and the burning, life-consuming need to fix this. “You always have been, long before you became Iron Man. And-And you don’t need that armor, not at all, because you have your brain and that’s so much more worth than that armor. Your brain and your heart, because you do care so much. Like, I don’t think I ever saw anyone who wanted to help everyone as bad as you do, and you do it without caring about what it costs you, no matter if money or time or your life! Iron Man is- No, Tony Stark is the best superhero there is and there will ever be.”

Tony just stares at him, eyes full of something Peter doesn’t recognize. He gets more and more drowsy with each breath he takes, but he has to push through it – he’s not done yet. “You’re not my father, I know that, but-but you are so important to me, Mr. Stark. Like… Like you’re part of my family. And I hate myself for hurting you so much. I didn’t mean any of it and I was so stupid for saying all of that. Please, I didn’t mean it. Not at all.” Peter’s words turn into slurs, his tongue and eyelids growing heavy. “I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but please…” His eyes fall shut and he can’t open them again.

There’s a hand cased in metal against his cheeks. “Kid? Kid, open your eyes!”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Peter, look at me. Hey! Shit. Peter!”

“Please…” Peter mumbles, Tony screaming his name turning into white noise as everything around him turns black.