Mr Stark!!!
@peter-b-parkor
PETER!!!
are you at the tower?? can I stop by??
I'm at the tower, so yeah, you can stop by!
*A few minutes later Peter comes out of the elevator, his face all bruised up*
"HI MR STARK!!!"
"Peter what happened?!"
*Tony gently grabbed Peter's face to see the bruises*
"Patrol" He lies
"Don't lie to me" Tony kept looking at the bruises, concerned
He looks away, shaking his hands out nervously, "It's nothing"
"Peter... please tell me" He let go of Peter's face and held his hands instead
"It was just someone at school" he mutters
His expression darkened "Another bully."
He moves away, trying to play it off, "Eh it's no big deal, I heal quickly"
"Still, you're hurt." He grabbed an ice pack and pressed it to the bruise on Peter's jaw
He flinched at the motion but allowed the ice pack to be pressed onto his bruise
"You have to stand up for yourself, Peter"
"it's better me than someone else Mr Stark"
"Still, you shouldn't be letting yourself get beat up"
He shrugs, setting down his school bag as he leans into the mans gentle touch
He kept pressing the ice pack to different bruises on Peter's face "They got you good..."
"It was flash and his friends again" He mutters, "They jumped me after school I dunno why"
Tony glared "Ugh, I hate when people jump others. I swear, if I didn't have an image to maintain, I'd beat those little punks up myself."
"I wouldn't let you do that" He states
"I'm not going to, Peter"
He nods and moves to the kitchen, intending on forcing the man to make him a snack
Tony smiled "What do you want for a snack?"
He shrugs, sitting on the stool, he hated picking out food, it made him overwhelmed
Tony nodded and made Peter some cinnamon pancakes
He kicks his feet back and forth as he waits, rambling about his day at school. For a second it felt so familial that it hurt Peter to know he’d have to go back to that stupid group home in a few hours
Tony smiled and nodded "So, I'm planning on adopting. Hypothetically, how would you feel if you were adopted?"
“Um what” he stops moving all together, something that was strange for him
"Hypothetically, how would you feel if I wanted to adopt you?"
“Sorry no I heard you but I just-okay what the fuck”
"What? You hate the group home, everyone picks on you, and you like technology."
“Okay yeah but that doesn’t mean you commit to being a parent…not to someone like me”
"Peter, I see you as my son."
He rests his head on the counter, his cheek pressed against the cool granite, "I just-I don't wanna burden you with my issues"
"I've got issues too, Peter."
"Not like mine" He snaps before looking down, "Sorry that was rude"
"Nah, I get it. Narcissism isn't the same as your issues"
You have-you’re a narcissist?
"Well, yeah. I mean I don't have the disorder, my therapist says it's a coping mechanism"
“Oh, but that means it can be fixed…autism can’t be fixed”
"Well, I've got that in some capacity, why else would I have made my empire on technology?"
“You’re autistic?”
"High on the spectrum, but yeah"
“Oh…I’m like…I don’t know where I am but I need some supports and shit apparently…not like I get them”
"What supports do you need?" He handed Peter the pancakes and got out a notepad and a pen
“I need help with food…you already know that. My senses are all weird…and sometimes I go nonverbal.”
He nodded and wrote that down, cutting Peter's pancakes into little triangles
He watches, he liked when things were cut like that, "Oh and uhhh sometimes I struggle in social settings, like grocery stores and shit make me overwhelmed..."
"And that's ok. Anything else I should know?"
"Ummmm no I don't think so-wait yes, the cold is weird...but that's a spider thing not an autism thing"
"I can put the thermostat at 70 if you'd like"
He shrugs, "I don't mind now, winter just makes me tired"
"I can add heating wires to your suit"
"Oh yes please that would be amazing!!!" he says as he reaches for the pancakes
He smiled and let Peter have the pancakes, ruffling his hair
he ate the quickly
"Slow down; take your time to enjoy them"
He forces himself to slow down
He smiled softly, gently stroking Peter's hair
He leans into the touch like a cat
He smiled at that
Peter finishes his meal and puts his plate in the dishwasher