Later that night..or that morning? 5:15am:

  Tony slapped the document down on his desk and massaged his temples. It's too early for this shit, he thought, i need a drink.
 
  "She put me in her will, Pep!" Tony exclaimed, nearly hysterical. "She wants me-us-to take him in! I cant-i don't know how to raise a kid, especially if that kids Peter Parker!"
 
  Pepper Potts shushed the wailing billionaire, coming up behind him and hooking her arms around his neck. "Calm down," she whispered, lips by his ear. "Listen, if anyone in this world can care for a spider-child, it's the Tony Stark, you. May isn't stupid. She knows you're the only one who can do this."
 
  Tony leaned back into Pepper's touch, looking up into her stark(hehe) green eyes. "You really think so?" He asked, voice tiny in the large conference room. "I don't want to ruin him, i can't ruin him."
 
  Pepper gave him a reassuring look before planting a firm kiss on his forehead. "You won't, Tony. The only thing you could possibly ruin is our marriage, and you haven't yet! Even if you've had multiple chances to do so," she replied with a smirk and untangled herself from the man.
 
  Tony feigned being offended before agreeing with her. "You're right, I'm good at everything."
 
  Pepper threw the genius a look over her shoulder as she went to exit the room. "Don't speak too soon, Stark!" She called. "Peter hasn't even been here a night yet!"
 
  "Pssht," Tony said with a roll of his eyes.
 
  "Now, I'm going to bed. Please, come in in the next hour or so? I don't need you staying up all night reading that stupid thing over and over again, alright?" Pepper said before closing the door behind her.
 
  Tony nodded solemnly, suddenly to drained to bark back with some self-righteous comment. He sat back in his desk chair, gaze falling towards the window where rain was slowly drizzling down on New York City from above.

  Geez, what perfect weather, the genius thought, gathering up the many papers scattered across the desk while his mind wandered to the 16-year-old boy sleeping in the guest room upstairs...

***

  Peter stared up at the blank ceiling, feeling foreign in his own body. His body kept telling him he didn't belong there, in this expensive mansion, with this rich couple, sleeping on their expensive mattress, but his mind insisted that he had nowhere else to go. His tiny Queens apartment was no longer an option, though he so sadly still wanted it to be his home.

  This is your home now, Parker.
No, no, it never really will be.

  Peter slowly ran his fingers over the silk covers, trying so hard to let himself believe that he was only staying the night-for a mission or something. But the sound of the heart monitor flatlining in his head kept reminding him that this was anything but an overnight trip with the avengers.

  Stop being such a baby. You could be on the streets right now.

  Peter grimaced, rubbing his tired face. He knew he was being ungrateful. He knew he should be thankful that Tony even picked up his call, nonetheless let him stay with him. But he was just so angry. Why did terrible things always happen to him? Why couldn't he just have what he wanted, for once?

  Not when you're a freak, you can't.

  "Mr. Parker, " Friday's voice came from above, so sudden and so loud that Peter jumped slightly under the sheets. "You have been awake for more than 36 with no effective rest. Shall i inform Boss?"
 
  Peter quickly sat up, heart thumping in his chest. He couldn't be more of a bother than he already was! He couldn't wake up Mr. stark at this ungodly hour! He needed to deal with this on his own.
 
  "N-no, Fri! Please, don't! I'm fine!"
 
  "Your heart rate has increased significantly in the past minute. Calling Boss."
 
  "Friday!!"