An-Peter gets caught up with Flash and is late, Tony, of course, comes to the rescue

TW-Blood, slurs, bullying

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"Karen, can you tell Mr Stark I'm gonna be late to lab day?" Peter said into his watch. For once he was thankful Tony was overprotective of him.

"He says that that is fine but he is inquiring why you will be late," Karen said, Peter kept running to the subway station, he glanced back at Flash and his friends pushing past people to get to him.

"Uh, school stuff?" Peter said, he slipped into the subway station, his backpack thumping against his back. He ran full felt to the station he needed and swiped his card, running through the turn styles and into the already closing doors. He audibly cursed when Flash and a few of his friends slipped into the other end of the carriage.

Flash and Peter made contact but didn't make to move towards each other in the crowded train. When the doors open they both rushed out of them. Peter knew Flash was hot on his heels, but he couldn't run any faster if he didn't want Flash getting suspicious. He was supposed to be Puny Penis Parker after all. Luckily the tower was pretty close so he didn't have to run too far.

"Mr Stark is inquiring how close you are to the tower?" Karen said, Peter grunted, he could see the tower in the distance.

"Uh, I can see the tower in the distance so ten minutes tops?" Peter said, glancing behind him, Flash was gaining on him.

"You appear to be running form someone Peter, would you like me to patch Mr Stark in?" Karen said, Peter groaned.

"No Karen, don't call Mr Stark I can deal with this." Pretty soon he was outside the tower, but he needed his security pass. He fumbled in his pockets for a moment, which was just long enough for Flash to get to him. He pulled Peter back by his backpack and threw him to the floor.

"Calling Mr Stark," Karen said quietly. Peter groaned. Flash brought his leg up and stomped on Peter's wrist, Peter would never forget the crack he heard. Flash and his friends started kicking Peter in his ribs, and he had to admit it hurt like a bitch.

"What the fuck did I do this time?" Peter struggled out, covering his face with his arms.

"You show up to school with a brand new phone? Who'd you steal it from Penis? Or maybe you sucked someone off for it?" Flash said, Peter peeked at him through his arms, one of his wrists were dangerously wonky.

"I told you, idiot, it was a gift," Peter said, Flash sneered, straddling Peter's hips with his legs, pulling Peter's arms off his face.

"Sure Penis, you don't have any friends to give you gifts. You're just Puny Penis Parker, an orphan nobody." Flash said, delivering a punch on Peter's face.

"How would you know Flash? It's not like you know what real friends are." Peter said, his nose gushing blood. Peter closed his eyes and waited for the next punch, but all he felt was Flash and his friends being pulled off him. Peter opened his eyes and blinked when he saw Tony holding Flash up with the nanotech arm.

"What are you doing to my kid?" TOny seethed, Flash looked like he wished he could die.

"Y-y-your what?" Flash said, Tony smirked.

"My kid, now you're gonna walk away and you're never gonna touch him ever again, you know what you're never gonna even look at him again," Tony said, Flash nodded. Tony dropped him and pointed down the street. Flash picked himself up off the floor, yelling for his friends to follow him. Tony turned to Peter and pulled his up by his armpits.

"Told Karen not to call you," Peter said, spitting blood out onto the concrete.

"And that's why I created the baby monitor protocol," Tony said, pulling him into the building.

"Don't need your help," Peter said, blinking rapidly.

"Pete you're bleeding from so many places on your face that I don't know where the bloods coming from," Tony said bluntly, dragging Peter into the elevator.

"Just a bit of blood." Peter said. Tony scoffed.

"Sure kid, let's get you to medical."Tony said, Peter squirmed.

"You take me to medical and I'll never talk to you again," Peter said, Tony rolled his eyes.

"Ok we'll take you to the common room but you have to let Bruce take a look at your rips and wrist. And you owe me an explanation." Tony said.

"Fine, only cause I think it's broken and May will kill me if I don't fix it." Peter said in a daze.

"Yeah, she'll kill me too," Tony said. Peter leant heavily on Tony as the elevator doors opened. Tony cringed as he dragged Peter into the lounge room, Peter hadn't met the team yet. Peter protested as Tony put him down.

"I'm fine Mr Stark, just a little owie," Peter said, Tony rolled his eyes.

"Pete, you just described a broken wrist, broken ribs and a messed up face as an owie. Sit Peter, or I'll call May." Tony said firmly, Peter pouted and flopped into the couch.

"FRIDAY do a scan, and get Bruce here right now," Tony said, Peter huffed again.

"Mr Parker has broken his radius and needs to have the bone reset before his healing takes over. He also has three broken ribs and two fractured ribs. He has a broken nose and the beginnings of a black eye, he has several already healing cuts on his face, only one will scar." FRIDAY said, Peter picked his head up from the couch.

"Snitch." Peter breathed, Tony rolled his eyes.

"Thank you FRIDAY, send the report to Bruce," Tony said, patting Peter's shoulder.

"You want to explain what that was? That I pulled you out of?" Tony said, Peter made a whining noise.

"Hell no," Peter said.

"Peter I just pulled you out of a fight." Tony sighed, "You want to go to medical or not?" Peter panicked griping Tony's upper arm.

"No hospitals." He breathed frantically. Tony shushed him, he wasn't really sure how to deal with a panicking teenager.

"Okay, then you have to tell me what that was about," Tony said, Peter was silent for a moment.

"It wasn't really a fight. He does that all the time, not that bad usually of course." Peter said quietly.

"And you let him do it?" Tony seethed, Peter shrugged.

"What am I supposed to do? Punch him back and give my identity away? Besides, it better me than someone who can't take it. Super healing and all that jazz." Peter said, staring up at the ceiling.

"Peter sometimes it's ok to stand up for yourself too," Tony said gently, Peter waved a hand.

"Last time I stood up for myself it didn't end well," Peter muttered, Tony was about to say something when Bruce rushed him into the room.

"I came as soon as I heard, we need to get him to medical," Bruce said urgently, Peter gripped Tony's forearm again desperately.

"No! No hospitals. Can't. Bad memories. Panic attack." He struggled out. Tony looked up at Bruce frantically.

"Ok I might be able to set the bones but someone needs to hold him down while I reset them," Bruce said, the team looked scandalised.

"No anesthetic?" Steve asked, Bruce shook his head.

"Nothing works, metabolism." Bruce said, pointing to Peter, "I need you and Bucky, he's stronger than both of you, together you just might be able to hold him down." Steve and Bucky nodded, holding Peter down easily. Peter grabbed for Tony's hand, who rose an eyebrow.

"Give me your hand, resetting bones hurts," Peter said, Tony complied.

"Just don't break it." He said, Peter snorted.

"Can't make any promises," Peter said, wincing as Bruce held his arm. He reset it with a crack, Peter's body jolted and he cried out, tears spilling down his cheeks.

"You mother fucker!" Peter shouted, Tony shushed him.

"You're ok Pete, just let it out." Tony soothed, Peter let out a puff of air.

"If someone tells me I'm ok one more fucking time I'm going to cut them." Peter seethed. Bruce snorted as he wrapped the arm.

"You don't need a cast because of your healing but I need to do this tight so that you can't move it. You'll have a sling for at least two weeks." Bruce said, Peter winced and nodded.

"Pete you're gonna need to take your shirt off," Tony said, Peter nodded, taking his hand back and tugging his shirt off, at some point his jacket had come off.

"Need some help," Peter said, Tony sighed and pulled his shirt off for him. Peter sighed at he leant back into the couch.

"Okay, you ever had your ribs reset?" Bruce asked, Peter shook his head, "Okay, well it's gonna hurt a lot more than the arm. I need you to sit still or I could seriously hurt you." Bruce said Peter nodded. Bruce took hold of the rib and winced. When he reset it Peter screamed, and squeezed Tony's hand, making him wince. Peter's breathing picked up and he eyes darted around the room. Tony could recognise that he was going to have a panic attack.

"Peter, Pete, I need you to listen to my voice. You gotta stay calm or Brucie can't get you cleaned up." Tony said urgently, Peter nodded, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Okay, I'm going to reset the next one Pete. Can you tell us about something that calms you down, or list something to distract you?" Bruce asked, taking hold of the ribs, Peter nodded.

"Hydrogen." Peter struggled out, Tony rose an eyebrow, Bruce got ready to reset the rib, "Helium!" He shouted when it was reset, "Lithium!" He screamed, "Beryllium!" Tony couldn't help but smile, of course Peter would recite the Periodic table of Elements when he was in pain.

"That's good Peter, just one more reset and two adjustments," Bruce said gently as he took hold of the next rib.

"Boron, Carbon, Nitrogen!" Peter shouted the last one as Bruce reset it, "You fucking asshole Bruce I swear to fucking god!" Peter shouted, Bruce smirked.

"I know Pete, just keep reciting," Bruce said calmly. Peer screwed his eyes shut.

"Oxygen, Fluorine, Neon, Sodium!" Peter let out another scream when the rib was reset, "You better hurry the fuck up before I break Tony's hand." He said, gritting his teeth.

"He's not joking Bruce," Tony said, Bruce nodded, grabbing the ace bandages.

"Magnesium!" Peter shouted as Bruce had the adjustments with the bandages, "Aluminum, Silicon, Phosphorus!" He shouted as Bruce wrapped the bandages. Peter breathed heavily, pulling his hand away from Tony to wipe his face. He looked disgusted when it came away with blood.

"Ew," Peter said, Tony snorted.

"Steve, can you get the first aid kit? We need some disinfectant and gauze, I didn't bring any with me." Bruce said, Steve nodded and rushed up for it.

"Pretty nasty black eye," Bucky commented, Peter waved him off.

"You should see the other guy." He said with a smirk, Tony rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, he didn't have a hit on him at all. Speaking of you owe me an explanation." Tony said, Peter sighed.

"We used to be friends. Stuff changed." Peter said, looking down at the bandaged arm.

"What stuff changed?" Tony asked gently, eyeing Bruce who opened the first aid kit and pulled out the disinfectant wipes.

"I came out," Peter said quietly. Bruce paused for a moment but brushed it off. The whole room was silent, Tony's eyes widened. He had no idea, and he wished he had.

"Pete that's not an excuse for what he did," Tony said gently, taking and wipe from Bruce to wipe off the blood. His nose wasn't as swollen now but still needed resetting.

"I'm gonna need to reset your nose, Pete," Bruce said, Peter side-eyed him.

"If you even touch me Bruce I will riot." Peter aid, catching his wrist, Bruce raised his hands in surrender.

"I can do it Brucie, I've set quite a lot of noses in my time," Tony said, taking the gauze pad from Bruce.

"Flash and I used to be best friends, I was even the one that gave him his nickname," Peter said quietly, Tony frowned.

"Pretty stupid nickname," Tony commented, Peter grinned.

"Yeah, it was. He was obsessed with that old comic book, we used to read them together, and collect them. His parents were friends with my aunt and uncle." Peter said, wincing when Tony reset his nose with a crunch.

"What changed?" Tony asked quietly, Peter shrugged.

"Middle school," Peter said with a grin, Tony snorted.

"Yeah, middle school is rough for everyone," Tony said, Peter rolled his eyes.

"I can only imagine the things Tony Stark went through in middle school," Peter said, Tony rolled his eyes.

"Okay, what did Peter Parker go through in middle school?" Tony asked, taping the gauze to Peter's face, petting him on the cheek.

"Hmm, lots of things. You know I used to be popular? Like actually popular. Can you imagine that Tony? Me, with more friends then I can count. But then Flash started picking on kids, and I told him to stop. That's how I met Ned, he was picking on Ned and I stood up for him. That was our first fight. We were twelve, so it was before my powers, and I broke his nose." Peter said.

"Wow, you really changed. Can't imagine it, now you can barely talk to other kids your age. You practically had a panic attack when I made you talk to the other interns." Tony said, Peter snorted.

"Can we put my shirt back on?" Peter said, blushing darkly, Tony snorted.

"Yes, Peter we can put your shirt back on. Teenage boys and their body image." He said, Peter blushed darker.

"Shut up." He said, snatching his shirt from Tony. He got it over one arm but couldn't get it over his other arm. Tony snorted and helped him pull it over his other arm.

"There you go." Tony said, "Let's do the sling, I don't want you hurting yourself again." Tony said gently, Peter nodded. Peter was cooperative and leaned back into the couch.

"So you wanna tell me the rest of the story?" Tony asked, Peter shrugged.

"It was after Ben died, I was so messed up about not being able to tell him before he died that I came out as soon as I got back to school. Flash couldn't handle that his best friend was a faggot." Peter said with a shrug. Tony opened and closed his mouth several times.

"Pete don't call yourself that." He said gently, Peter shrugged.

"Well, it's true. I'm, I'm, I'm, a fucking fag, a, a, a, fairy a cocksucker. Maybe I do deserve it, maybe I deserve to be hurt." Peter cried, tears slipping down his cheeks again.

"Oh god kid, you don't deserve hurt, you don't deserve to be called those things." Tony said gently, Peter shrugged again, wiping his face, "Are you ashamed of being Gay?" Tony asked, Peter was silent for a moment before he nodded. Tony's breath caught in his throat as he watched Peter shaking and crying.

"Oh Peter, come here," Tony said, opening his arms for Peter, who fell into his arms.

"I just, everyone says it's bad but I don't understand why," Peter said into his shoulder, Tony hummed.

"It's not bad. Some people just don't understand, which makes them scared." Tony said, Peter nodded, "Does May know?" Tony asked, Peter nodded.

"Yeah, she keeps trying to convince me to get a boyfriend." He said with a small smile.

"I think I'm joining her efforts. We need to get you a boy." Tony said, Peter rolled his eyes and pulled away from Tony.

"I'm seventeen, let me live my single teenage life," Peter said. Tony let out a loud laugh.

"Nope, spill. You got a crush?" Tony aked, Peter rolled his eyes and turned away from Tony as best he could.

"Not for you to know," Peter muttered, Tony narrowed his eyes.

"Come on, tell me," Tony said, Peter shook his head.

"Nope," Peter said firmly.

"Is it cause the Avengers are here? Cause I'm sure they don't mind." Tony said, wiggling his eyes brows. Pete turned to glare at him. The team couldn't stifle their laughter. Peter rolled his eyes.

"This is great, I'm meeting my childhood heroes and my dads asking me about my crush," Peter mumbled, then his eyes widened. Tony opened and closed his mouth several times.

"Peter? Do you think of me as a father figure?" Tony asked, Peter glanced at him.

"No, if anything I think of you as a bother figure." He said, TOny rose an eyebrow.

"Hey, respect your father," Natasha said, Peter blinked at her before reddening.

"Worst day ever," Peter said, the team laughed louder. The room quietened down after a moment and Tony spoke up.

"I don't mind Pete," Tony said, Peter groaned.

"Do not give me pity, that makes this so much more embarrassing," Peter said, closing his eyes like he was trying to erase this from his memory.

"Pete, I really don't mind. Didn't you hear what I said down on the street to that Flash kid?" Tony asked, Peter shrugged.

"What are you doing to my kid?" Peter repeated Tony nodded.

"Okay, and what do you think I meant by that?" Tony asked gently, Peter shrugged.

"I dunno, I'm your intern and you're my mentor with the whole Spider-Man thing," Peter said nervously. Tony sighed, pinching the bridge on his nose.

"No Pete, Underoos, Peter, Kid, I think of you like a son," Tony said quietly, he knew Peter heard it though. No one missed the sharp intake of breath Peter took in.

"You what?" Peter said sharply, craning his head to look at Tony, who shrugged.

"You heard me," Tony said firmly, Peter nodded.

"Okay, cool, cool, cool, cool," Peter said, nodding his head.

"Yep. Cool." Tony said.

"Oh my god, you two are as bad as each other. Hug already." Wanda said, Peter and Tony reddened.

"I can't really move." Peter blurted out, Tony rolled his eyes and pulled Peter toward him so they were cuddling.

"So. Who's the boy?" Tony asked, Peter groaned.

"Oh my god, Tony!" Peter shouted, Tony smirked evilly.

"Who is this Tony? My name is dad." Tony said, pulling Peter toward him again when he tried to squirm away.

"You are insufferable," Peter said, Tony snorted.

"Alright, buddy. You'll have to deal with me though, you're staying here tonight." Tony said, Peter whined.

"But I was gonna do something with Ned tonight," Peter whined, Tony's eyes bugged out of his head.

"Oh my god, it's Ned you're crushing on aren't you?" Tony asked, Peter blushed, hiding his face in his elbow.

"No." He muttered, Tony laughed.

"Sure, it's not like you talk about him all the time, spend all your time with him, and have all your classes with him." Tony teased, Peter groaned.

"Curse you and your skills of deduction," Peter said, Tony laughed.

"I could help you ask him out?" Tony asked, the team were laughing while they watched.

"Absolutely not!"