Right as they got home, Peter sped off to his room, avoiding talking to Tony. Peter never told anyone about him getting bullied for the past three years. The last person he wanted to tell was Tony. For all he knew, he'd end up blasting in Flashes home with his and suit and nearly kill him. Sure, he wanted Flash to understand how it felt, but not if it's your dad breathing you up with his suit on.

Peter dropped his backpack on his unmade bed and sat next to it, putting his face in cupped hands. Once again, all he wanted to do was curl himself in the tightest ball, so tight that it takes him out of this reality. He wanted to see May and give her the warmest hug possible. He wanted to cry in her arms and hear her soothing voice once more. But he couldn't, he knew he had to move on, but he just couldn't.

"Peter?" A muffled voice came behind the door with a knock. Peter brought his head up and wiped his eyes, which were almost going to cry.

"Yeah?" Peter coughed out, wishing he never said that. He could've pretended to be sleeping or showering, but now he was forced to talk to Tony.

"Can I come in?" Tony sighed. He just wanted to burst in the room and give Peter a hug and listen to whatever he has to tell about.

"I- I don't know." Peter sniffled.

"Do you want me to come in?"

"Yes." Peter responded after a few minutes of silence. Tony carefully turned the doorknob and entered the room. He sat next to Peter and wrapped his arms around him. Peter didn't move, he just embraced the moment and a stream of tears fell out of his eyes, setting his hands.

"Hey, hey shh. I'm here, don't worry, kid." Tony rubbed the shaking kids back, trying to stop him from crying.

"I really miss her." Peter whispered, in between cries.

"So do I, we all do." Peter let his head fall into Tonys chest as more tears fell. He never wanted this moment to end, yet at the same time he wish this never happened.

After about ten/fifteen minutes of sitting together, Peter finally brought himself together. The crying and whispering had stopped, but Peter stayed in Tonys arms.

"Do you want to talk about what happened at school?" Tony asked, receiving no answer, "Pete?"

"This kid just won't leave me alone, and he made fun of Aunt May and- and this has been happening for so long, I just want it to stop." Peter chocked out, holding in tears and not wanting to break down again.

"Who?" Tony looked down at the kid.

"Flash Thompson. He thinks he's cool, but all he does is just pick on idiots like me." Peter sat himself a bit, leaving Tonys arms. He pulled his knees up to his chest and crossed his arms on top of his knees, placing his chin down.

"You aren't a idiot." Tony looked over. He wanted to hug him and make him feel so much more safer and give him all the love he could possibly could, but right now he was focused on this Flash kid.

"Then what am I?" Peter spat out harshly turned his head over to Tony, who was giving a concerning look.

"You are... the most dorkiest and funniest person I know, and trust me, I know quite a lot of people," he chucked to himself, "You're the most kind hearted, caring, and lovable person on this planet, even though you can have quite a bit of an attitude. You are the best son I could ever ask for. I don't know anyone better than you, kid. I hate seeing you so broken and you don't know how much I wanted to see that dumb smile of yours after your aunt passed. I love you kid, so much. I don't want you to feel this way about yourself, I want you to be happy and laughing and loving every single thing about you and your life, even if it's not fair." Peter felt warm inside. He had no words to express how he felt. He was surprised, happy and confused.

"Pete?" Tony called out, hoping Peter heard all of what he said.

"Love you too, Dad." Tony tensed up at the word 'dad'. It was the first times Peter called him something that wasn't Mr. Stark or Tony.

Peter leaned over and Tony wrapped his arms around the kid. He places a firm kiss on the side of Peters head and let Peter put his head on his shoulder.

•

"Tony!" Natasha shouted, waking both Tony and Peter.

"Gah, what is it Nat?" Tony sat up, blinking a few times.

"Fury's here. He wants to see the kid." Tony looked up in confusion.

Why would Nick Fury need to see Peter? Oh right, he's spider-man, and my son. Tony thought.

"Pete, c'mon, someone wants to see you." Peter was now turned on his side, trying to get back to sleep. The blanket was covering his head and both of my feet still manage to stick out the side of the bed.

"I'll be down later." Peter mumbled, waving his hand.

"He wants you now." Natasha was learning against the wall, staring at both Tony and Peter who were two little messes.

"Fine, let me change." Peter sat up with the blanket still around him. He had it around his head, but held it around his chin to make it look like he was a little Eskimo (okay i better not be the only one who does this).

Tony and Natasha left the room and Peter dug through his drawers, looking for where all his clothes were. He ended up putting on black joggers and a nike hoodie with nothing underneath it. He pulled he hood up and tied the strings the same way you would tie a shoe. He had on socks that went up halfway on his shins and wore Birkenstock's he randomly found his closet.

"God I look so white." Peter mumbled to himself and made his way to the common room. When he exited the elevator, he found a man with an eyepatch sitting on a stool by the island.

"Pete, this is Nick Fury." Tony did little, unenthusiastic jazz hands and Nick just rolled his eye. (Would it be eyes or eye??)

"I know." Peter said, leaning against the countertop. He wanted to look at Nick Fury but he didn't know if he should look at the eye or his patch.

"Hello Peter, I just wanted to get to know you." Nick greeted, holding out his hand for a hand shake, but Peter just stared at his hand.

"What is there to know about me? My name is Peter, uh I'm 15 and yeah." He shrugged, not knowing if Nick knew about him being spiderman.

"Pete, he knows you're spiderman." Tony commented, after noticing that Peter seemed a little closed and protected.

"Wait, why is he wanted to get to know me? He's fucking Nick Fury! He can just look my name up in some SHIELD computer and know everything about me." Peter crossed his arms, annoyed and mad for really no reason.

"Hey! Watch that mouth!" Tony scolded Peter, but still had a smirk on his face causing Natasha to sigh.

"You're smart," Nick winked, or blinked, at Peter, "Tony, Nat, could you leave the room for a moment." They nodded and Tony whispered something in Peters ear, but he didn't understand a single thing Tony said. Once the two adults left the room, Nick started talking.

"Do you know why spiderman hasn't been spotted for the past two months?" Nick raised an eyebrow.

"My aunt died." Peter replied bluntly.

"I know."

"Then what do you want?" Peter made his way to sit on a stool two spots away from Nick.

"What are you doing here?" Nick leaned forward, making eye contact with Peter, making him uncomfortable.

"Ask Tony." Peter began to get moodier and moodier after every word he said and heard. He didn't know why he was acting up, just assumed it was hormonal junk.

"Why? You hiding something?" Nick leaned his head.

"Wh- no? What do you want from me?" A slight amount of worry began to fill Peters voice.

"What are you doing here?" Nick asked once more.

"My aunt died. Tony took me in. That's all! I swear!" Peter slightly put his hands up, like he was being arrested.

"How does he know you?" Nick leaned closer, causing to Peter to lean backwards and nearly fall off his stool.

"Uh, I guess he found out I was spiderman, and then we just became closer and now he's like my dad." Peter answered quickly.

"Hm, it was nice seeing you." Nick nodded and collected a few sheets of paper. Right as stood up, he leaned over and cupped his mouth by Peters ear, whispering.

"Hail Hydra." Nicks warm breath stung on Peters ear. Right as Peter turned around to see Nick, he was gone, completely gone.

"Uh, Fri, send Tony and Natasha back down here."

Oke i I kinda rushed so I hope this isn't bad, okay bye I got nothing else to say.