An-When TOny comes to recruit Peter him and May are having a fight and she hits him

TW-Abuse, blood

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Tony sort of panicked when he heard yelling inside the small apartment, he'd purposefully come by when the kid wouldn't be home yet so that he could talk with his aunt. Turns out Peter was home anyway. Tony ran for the door and thanked Thor it wasn't locked. He was shocked and sort of scared by the sight. The apartment was clean and tidy enough, but he didn't like the sight of the young boy with blood running out of his mouth while he and his aunt screamed back and forth at each other.

"You can't tell me what to do!" The boy screamed, raised his hands in the air and gesturing wildly with them.

"You listen here Peter, I can do whatever the hell I want! I'm your aunt and you listen to me, I put a roof over your head, feed you and give you clothes and this is what you do to thank me?!" She shouted back. The boy's face was screwed up, his fisted clenched by his side in an effort not to lash out.

"That's your responsibility! When you took me in when my parents died you knew that!" Peter shouted. Tony's mouth opened in shock when the woman slapped him across the face, Peter jerked, raising a shaking hand to his cheek, looking back up at May.

"You listen to me Peter, and you listen well-" Peter cut of May's demands.

"What did I even do?!" He shouted over her.

"You messed around with that Ned-" Peter cut her off again.

"This is about Ned?! Jesus May he's the only friend I've ever had. He's my boyfriend, and I am not letting you change that!" Peter shouted May stepped back, clearly put off by Peter's outburst.

"That Ned is a bad influence on you, your grades have been going down and-" Peter cut her off with a scream, he was pulling at his hair frantically.

"Ned doesn't do shit to my grades! You wanna know the real reason my grades have been slipping?!" He shouted, "Do you?!" He shouted louder, he huffed before pulling at his hair harder.

"It's because every fucking day Flash beats me up, flushes my head in the toilet, rips up my school work. You have no idea what it's like to be terrified to leave the house! You didn't even care when I went to the hospital, I almost died! And all you could say was 'Be more careful Peter'" Peter huffed, dropping his hands, staring at May with fire in his eyes. Tony watched in slow motion as May raised a fist and hit him across the face, a deafening crack resonated around the small apartment. Peter fell to the floor with the force of the hit, clutching his bleeding nose in his hands.

"Don't you ever speak like that to me again Peter Parker." Peter was staring up at her with tears in his eyes.

"You hit me?" He cried desperately, "I didn't think you'd ever do more than slap me, but you actually hit me?" He cried again, tears slipping down his red cheeks, blood dribbling into his mouth and onto the floor. Tony snapped out of it and stepped forward.

"Miss Parker I'm going to have to ask you to step away from Mr Parker," Tony said calmly. Peter looked up at him, terrified.

"Nothing was going on Mr Stark, Peter and I were just having a friendly chat," May said. Tony shook his head and helped Peter up, who was slumped in his grasp.

"I saw the whole thing. You actually hit him? What kind of parent does that?" Tony asked, offering Peter his handkerchief, which he took gratefully, avoiding Tony's eyes.

"She's not my parent. She never was." Peter said quietly, the look on May's face was a mix of shock, anguish, sadness and guilt.

"The police are already on their way Miss Parker, I have sent them a recording of that fight. I would suggest you stay here." He said, carefully leading Peter out of the apartment. Peter was still crying, holding the handkerchief to his still bleeding nose.

"Pretty bad break kid," Tony said softly. Happy was looking at the two confused, wasn't the kid supposed to be spiderman.

"I can't believe she actually punched me. She never went more than slapping me. I thought she was going to kill me." Peter said softly, his voice was broken and hoarse, Tony cringed at the sound. Tony rubbed his back as they sat on the curb, he waved happy off.

"I'm sorry I didn't step in sooner, I honestly didn't know what to do," Tony said, Peter shrugged, gripping the bridge of his nose and re-setting it, Tony watched in horror. Peter shook his head, waving Tony's horror off.

"It was already healing," He said quietly, "Why are you here by the way? It's not every day we get people coming into our neighbourhood in fancy cars." Peter said, Tony hummed, looking around at the falling apart neighbourhood.

"Spiderman," Tony said, watching as Peter rolled his eyes.

"I don't really feel like Spiderman right now," Peter said softly. Tony hummed.

"How about you stay with me?"

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"So tell me again why you scraped the accords? And got us pardoned." Steve asked, leaning forward.

"And let us all stay at the compound again, not to mention Bucky," Sam said. Tony pinched the bridge of his nose, screwing his eyes shut. The terrifying scene at the apartment flickering across his vision.

"There are things more important. I realised that." Tony said. In a short time, Peter had been living at the compound Tony had grown to love him, and he was extremely protective of him. Tony and Pepper had even adopted him, Peter refused to admit he started crying when they told him.

"Thing like what?" Clint said, narrowing his eyes.

"Things like my son," Tony said, he really wanted to just go back to his lab and wait for Peter to get home, but instead he was stuck in the living room with the team.

"Sir, Peter has arrived and is on his way to you. He is refusing to go to his room." FRIDAY said, Tony looked toward the door and counted down from three, Peter promptly burst into the room, panting and holding his chest. Tony jumped up in worry and steadied him so he wouldn't fall over, noticing how his shirt was soaking wet.

"Jesus Kid, what the hell happened?" Tony asked frantically, already pulling Peter's shirt off and offering his blazer. Peter shrugged, taking it gratefully, he really hated spider genes sometimes, he was always either too cold or too hot now.

"Flash flushed my head again," Peter said softly. Tony had to step back from Peter so he didn't scare him.

"I swear to god I'm going to kill that kid if he even touches another hair on your head," Tony growled, tapping away on his phone. Peter jumped up and started pleading.

"Please don't call the school, it'll just get worse! It got worse when May called." Peter said the last part quietly, Tony sighed.

"Well, we have already established that May was never a good guardian. I am calling the school and that is final. If this kind of thing happens again you call me and I'll storm that stupid school myself." Tony said, Peter rolled his eyes but smiled lightly, "How'd you get home by the way?" Peter laughed nervously.

"I kind of ran." He said sheepishly, Tony ran a hand over his face.

"You're giving me grey hairs kid. Go eat, don't fight me on this, right now. You've got that wacky metabolism." Tony said, shooing Peter off, holding the wet shirt in disgust.

"FRIDAY contacts the school and tell them I'll be there tomorrow, and that Peter won't be coming back until this is solved." Tony made a small ewing sound before dropping the wet shirt with a shrug, plopping back down onto a seat as Peter said something from the kitchen.

"Please tell me I just imagined the Avengers in the lounge room?" Peter asked quietly, Tony rolled his eyes, for spidey sense he was oblivious as all hell.

"No Peter you did not just imagine the Avengers in the lounge room. Just get your food and come sit by your old man. We have some explaining to do." When Tony heard Peter mocking him he almost vaulted over the couch, "Hey don't mock me!" He said, smiling when he heard Peter giggling, and the microwave start. Tony turned back to the team and shrugged.

"Told you I had a son." Was all he said, ignoring their protests, waiting for Peter to come back. Tony rose an eyebrow when he saw Peter had another shirt on, and a too-big sweater on. He handed Tony his blazer back and sat next to him, sitting criss-cross on the couch.

"What? I wasn't going to wear that blazer for the rest of the day. It's freezing in here." Peter said, shifting to get comfortable.

"You're always cold, or your overheating," Tony said. Peter grinned at him, pointing his fork at him.

"That's what you get for adopting kids with freaky genetics." He said, leaning into the couch to start on his food. Tony rolled his eyes and turned to the team.

"Team meet Peter, Peter meet the team." Was all Tony said.

"Since when did you have a kid?" Steve asked.

"Since he walked in on my aunt hitting me," Peter said nonchalantly, Tony paled, this kid really needed to work on his brain to mouth filter.

"I was going to recruit him, but when I got to his aunt's apartment, they were fighting about something, she slapped him, then she punched him and broke his nose. I had him stay with me while I got her put in a nice prison cell." Tony said calmly.

"You forgot to mention that you adopted me," Peter said, picking at his food. Tony threw him a glare.

"If you don't finish eating your damn pasta I'll force-feed you." Was all Tony said before Peter started eating again, "Sorry, he has a habit of not taking care of himself. He fainted the other day when he didn't eat after school." Tony ignored the shocked looks on the teams' faces.

"Oh and yeah, Pepper and I adopted him. Great kid, other than the setting on the ceiling." Tony said. Peter looked up at him and placed his plate down now that he was finished.

"Not my fault I have a weird brain." Was all he said.

"What do you mean by 'recruiting' him, he's just a kid," Scott said, peering at Peter who was now poking Tony, just to annoy him. Tony ignored him, making Peter sigh dramatically and drape himself over Tony's lap.

"Give me attention." Was all Peter said. Tony sighed and started running his hand through Peter's hair, making a content smile to make its way onto Peter's face.

"He's Spiderman." Was all Tony said, Peter threw the team a thumbs up, "He's also a genius." Peter rolled his eyes up at him.

"'m not a genius, you need to stop telling your friends that," Peter said.

"I'll tell them what I want," Tony said back, making Peter roll his eyes. Tony narrowed his eyes at Peter's sweater.

"Is that Ned's sweater?" He questioned, pinching the fabric in fingers. Peter blushed deeply.

"He left it here last time he came over." Peter smiled sheepishly.

"You are so lucky I like that boy," Tony said. Peter narrowed his eyes at him.

"You don't have to like him, he's my boyfriend after all," Peter said, Tony paled, he knew it was a sensitive subject for Peter.

"You know that's not what I meant kid, I care about you and don't want someone going and breaking your heart," Tony said softly, Peter sighed.

"Sorry, I'm used to May disapproving of all of my decisions," Peter said softly.

"Not a problem," Tony said. Peter suddenly sat up.

"I need to clean my room!" He shouted, Tony rose an eyebrow as Peter stood up and picked up the forgotten plate.

"Since when did you clean your room without being told first?" Tony asked.

"Ned's coming over tomorrow," Peter said, blush creeping up his cheeks.

"Remember our open-door policy," Tony said, Peter scowled as he left the room.

"Remember our open-door policy." Peter imitated in a high pitch voice.

"What did I say about mocking me?" Tony said, only getting a hum in response. He turned back tot he team, "Try not to freak him out, as much as he's good at hiding it, he hates new people. He's a great kid, makes everyone grow on him. His boyfriend comes over every couple of days like they don't have classes with each other already." Tony said. Clint smiled and let out a dramatic sigh.

"Ah, young love!" He said, making Tony scowl, "Before you know it your little boy will be getting married." Clint said dreamily, snickering when Tony stuck his tongue out.

"Not on my watch."