Alternate Universe based off one of my aus + murder, set in the 1930s
you can read it on Ao3 too
Tag: @hpspazz ; unedited version
Peter allowed his hand to lightly caress the older man cheek that slept peacefully next to him. He wasn't sure what time it was but he was sure he should have left by now back to his own home. Peter retracted his hand away from the mans face and moved off the bed to look for his clothes.
He was sure Tony had hidden them again, the man always did that somehow when Peter wasn't looking, it was something he did to try to make Peter stay longer but he always failed and Peter always left to catch the train back to his house. There Peter would sit alone and watch the scenery or maybe strike a conversation with Bucky, who he rarely saw leave train.
Peter found his clothes under Tony's legs when he pulled the covers off the man carefully. He wondered if Tony had forgot to hide them or he was to "busy" to care about them. Peter reached in between the older mans naked legs slowly and carefully and then silently dressed himself.
Closing the door silently behind him, Peter squinted at the bright halls in the hotel compared to Tony's dark hotel room. The elevator was always the hardest part for Peter to go through because the elevator operator always watched him carefully with a disgusted look in his eyes whenever he raked his eyes over Peter clothes and figure. Other people did the same because compared to them Peter was dressed horribly with a grey and white sweater and regular brown pants with a belt wrapped around his waist to hold them up compared to their glamorous suits and dresses.
So when he's arrived on the train it's a relief to see the normal clothes and non judgemental eyes of people. They had jazz music playing throughout the train each time Peter was on and it was the kind he would dance to all night with his aunt when he was younger but he rarely had the time for it anymore instead he'd worked at a diner to help with his aunt May.
"Mr. Parker" Bucky greeted from one of the seats on the train "How have you been?"
They'd seen eachother yesterday, Thursday, on the train the day Peter was usually free to see Tony and not much changed except for the new marks that littered Peter's body beneath his clothes.
Peter was glad Bucky continued to make conversation, he'd rather not be left to his own thoughts. He wondered how much conversation Bucky did have with other people or if he had any and where the man always got off but he tried not to pry into the mans life.
"The sky is already so grey" Bucky commented "I wonder if it will rain"
Peter hoped not, he only had enough money for two train rides and usually he would use it to get to work and then one to bring him home but he had used his first train to be able to see Tony like he did every Thursday only he had been lucky the past few months for it not to rain and he was able to walk home without coming through the door soaked.
"It might" Peter replied, he could always hope a taxi was nearby and there was a chance it would stop by the time he was done with work.
"Anyways how's work been Mr. Parker?"
"Its been okay" Peter replied "my boss can just be hassle, little bit of a pain but he pays me"
Bucky chuckles "He better start being nice, it's rude to be mean towards your workers"
Peter smiled with Bucky, that was the last of their conversation until Peter got off the train with a goodbye to the man. The train hadn't stopped far from his work and Peter made sure to hurry before he was possibly late and Mr. Toomes took some of his pay away again.
When Peter arrived there was only the usual customers he usually saw around five in the morning. An old man who sat on the stools and Peter knew well, a young couple, a middle aged man who Peter remember only ever ordered black coffee and a muffin, and the last morning usual was a young girl about his own age that Peter also knew well.
"Hello Stan" Peter greeted as he came through the "Employees only" door with his waiters uniform on "Your usual?"
"Please" Stan had his usual news paper in hand and his usual scowl on his face.
"It's disgusting really, what some people can do to others"
"What are you on about now?" Peter asked, Stan always had daily ramblings going on and it always had something to do with a story in the daily newspapers he had.
"Murders" Stan spoke while Peter got the man his coffee and sent his order to the cook.
"Killed with an axe, here in New York too!" The old man exclaimed "two victims, both dead"
It wasn't unusual for Murders to happen, Stan had read murders to him before, they seemed to be the old mans favorite stories in the newspaper but they disgusted him altogether.
"What makes this one different from the others?" Peter asked with mild interest and checking over other people in the diner to make sure they had what they ordered.
"It was there own axe! No forced entry was found and no one heard nothin! That's quite interesting to me, boy"
Peter hummed, he guessed it was interesting more scary as though the murderer could have been in the house beforehand and that they knew where the axe was kept.
"Did it happen near here?"
"Somewhere near Manhattan"
Peter felt chills up his spine, he had just been there to see Tony and any of the people he walked by in between the time he left from the hotel till he was on the train could have been the murderer, there was even the possibility of them being on the train and it made things a little scarier for him.
"Um When-When did this happen?" Peter asked nervously.
"Last night! these people sure get a hold of news fast!"
While the old man was focused and suprised at how fast people had gotten a hold of the news and how quickly they could make it into the newspaper, Peter was more focused on how the killer had struck while he listened to Tony sing or while he walking to Tony's apartment.
The bell dinged that signalled Peter an order, Stans, was ready and he moved to receive it and rubs the nape of his neck. When Peter returned to give Stan his food they had finished their conversation and he went to refill a couple coffees for some and took more orders as more people filed into the diner.
Peter was glad when it was the end of his shift and Mr. Toomes hadn't shown up. It was dark out as it should be at eleven pm and it was raining much to Peter's dismay though he was glad cars were still out and driving.
"Hey!" Peter waved outside the diner at a taxi while he tried to remain out of the rain.
When the taxi pulled over and stopped another car followed behind it and stopped. Peter eyed the car warily as he opened the taxi door but once he clearly saw the familiar fancy black car he told the taxi to go on and closed the door, if he went in the taxi Tony would most likely follow it to his house and he'd have to see him anyway.
"Sweetheart" Tony greeted when Peter opened the doors of the mans black Rolls-Royce Phantom.
"I told you to stop coming all the way here a while ago" Peter said although he wasnt really complaining, he really didn't have enough money to take a cab and Peter didn't know what the result of the can driver finding that out would have been.
Tony was noticeably tired and it made Peter's heart beat happily that Tony came to pick him up from his work to see him. Jazz was playing out of the radio of Tony's car, a new car considering it had a radio but looked exactly like the one Peter had rode in so many times before this one.
"What's wrong?" Tony always had a way of knowing something but he somehow stayed clueless about the murders that had happened in his own city.
"Two people were murdered Tony, near where you live"
Tony hummed seemingly unbothered and the rocky road was loudly heard and blocked out the jazz music which didn't help relax Peter at all.
"The police will catch them soon, sweetheart, don't worry"
"Yeah...Yeah okay" Peter agreed doubtfully.
Peter decided not to talk the rest of the car ride and he was glad Tony noticed he didn't want to speak either. Instead he decided to pay attention to the scenery they past by and listening to the soothing jazz music from the radio until they made it to his apartment.
"Most likely" Peter lied and kept his eyes outside the car window, it was easier to lie that way than to let Tony come inside and do what he knew the man wanted, not that Peter didn't crave to do it as well but he was trying to keep Tony at arms length, emotionally. Peter couldn't let his neighbors possibly see Tony Stark walking into his apartment either, too many questions would be asked and Peter couldn't answer any with an easy, reasonable lie.
"I see, I'll see you next Thursday, yes?"
Peter turned his face away from the window towards Tony to be met with a pair of lips on his and he leaned into the kiss and Tony copied the action.
"I'll see you next Thursday, yes?" Tony asked again when they seperated.
Tony smiled and Peter let himself out of the car. It was only sprinkling now so Peter was able to walk into his apartment without being soaked. He turned on the small radio him and May kept close to the couch and surprisingly it seemed the murder news made it's way there too.
"Police have found no evidence that could lead to finding the criminal other than their discarded bloodied clothes, both victims necks were cut by a razor and both victims were also bashed on the head by an axe which seemed to be the fatal blow"
It seemed even creepier to Peter that a man with a simple razor could do such a thing to two living beings and he wondered if New York was the safest place to be.
Despite the chills the murders gave him Peter turned the radio to a jazz station that would sooth him and laid down in his bed tiredly eventually falling asleep hoping that the murders would be solved so he would know that Tony would be safe in Manhattan only to find that another person would die by the same fate in the morning.
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