After being adopted and in custody of Pepper and Tony for two years they transfer him to private school due to violent bullying at his previous school

TW-Physical and emotional bullying, heavy abandonments

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"This is our new student, Peter Stark." The teacher said, gesturing to Peter who smiled weakly. He felt way too hot and stuffy, he'd never worn a school uniform and he was really hating the tight slacks, belt, button down and blazer. He did quite like the tie though.

"Could you tell us why you transferred to Blue Crest?" The teacher continued. Peter blinked rapidly, turning his head to her and clenching his fists at his sides, heart pounding. He couldn't ignore the rapid whispering and muttering at the mention of his name.

"I'm, I'd rather not share that." He said quietly. The teacher blinked rapidly before nodding his head.

"My apologies, it is a personal question. Take a seat," she paused to looked around the classroom to find a free seat then pointing to one next to a boy with dark brown almost black hair, fair skin, green eyes and a smug grin, "Next to Harry." She finished. Peter nodded and stepped through the ails of people, avoiding people's eyes and setting his laptop bag and book bag under the desk. After the teacher had gotten them to copy the notes and assigned work Harry leant over the ail.

"Nice shoes." He whispered, pointing down to Peter's leather converse peeking out of his pants. They were scuffed and torn and his laces were wrapped around his ankles.

"Oh, yeah I couldn't get a pair in time before I transferred. My old school didn't have a uniform." Peter sputtered out, pen held tightly in his hand. Harry nodded his head.

"Never been to private school then?" Harry asked in a sort of teasing manor. Peter shook his head, blushing lightly because he wasn't sure if Harry was making fun of him or not.

"You'll get used to it. Really late to transfer though, it's junior year. Where'd you move from?" Harry asked. Peter's blush darkened, usually he'd have his bangs to cover his face but Pepper had insisted he comb it back.

"Midtown school of science and technology." Peter said with a nod. Harry nodded his head.

"Nice, I almost went there." He said. Peter had a small grin, nodding and going back to his work. So far, private school wasn't that bad.

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"And you're the odd one out Peter, just work with Harry and his group." The teacher said. Peter nodded jerkily, picking up his things and a chair and standing awkwardly. Everyone looked up at him and he could feel the blush rise onto his cheeks.

"I've already done this unit at my old school so if you'd rather I did the project by myself that would be fine." He stuttered out. Everyone in the group looked to eachother then back to Peter.

"Why would we want that?" A boy said, Peter's mind clicked on the name, Jasper. He just sort of shrugged awkwardly.

"Come on, sit, you're our friend." Harry said, grabbing Peter's chair and plonking it down next to his own. Peter's heart sort of dropped for a moment, he'd never really had any friends. And, and all these boys thought of him as their friend? All six of them?

"So we still need someone to do the layout and organise our information. You cool with doing that?" Jasper asked. Peter looked up at him, grinning and nodding his head. An hour later the class had ended, and the group had finished their poster.

"You're like a little manager." Harry teased. Peter looked up at him, he was shorter then all the boys.

"I'd that a play on my height? Because if it is I am perfect height for knee to balls." Peter said in a sing-song voice. Harry snorted and flicked Peter's neck making him grin. Peter froze for only a moment when one of the other boys threw their arm around his shoulders.

"So where do you sit? You peg me as the nerdy type, or maybe the music type." He said, stroking his chin mockingly. Peter's face was heating up again.

"Well you're right in all of them but I usually sit in the library." Peter said, his awkwardness bleeding into the voice. The boy who had his arm around his shoulder made a face.

"What? Why?" Harry asked from his other side. Peter shrugged weakly, holding his laptop bag closer to his chest.

"I'm not very good at making friends." He tried nervously. Harry grinned, batting away the boys arm and hugging Peter to his side.

"Well you made friends with us. You can sit with us." Harry aid. Peter waved his free hand around in the air.

"No way I don't want to be a bother." He sputtered out. Everyone looked to him in sympathy.

"You are not a bother, and anyway I wanna know more about you. You're a mystery Peter Stark." Harry teased. And indeed he was, quiet and reserved, but there was something he was hiding and Harry wanted to know what. Peter had almost all of his classes with Harry and he'd been at the school for two weeks, but he was still quiet and jumpy, which definitely concerned Harry.

"How do you get home? Actually, where is your home?" Harry asked, walking next to Peter who glanced up at him then kept walking.

"You know you're creepy right?" Peter paused, "Usually I ride my bike home but someone's picking me up today. And Manhattan. I used to live in Queens though." Peter answered. By now they were outside the school, Harry standing on his tiptoes to see his car.

"I'll wait with you until you leave, I'm just driving home." Harry said offhandedly. Peter smiled to himself, it felt nice to have someone caring and worrying about him. His smile widened when he saw Happy's car pull up, stepping out with a very unhappy frown on his face.

"Wow, who has a body guard?" Harry whispered. Peter rolled his eyes and waved a hand.

"He's not a bodyguard, he's Happy." Peter said, tugging on Harry's sleeve and starting to walk.

"He doesn't look happy." Harry said in confusion. Peter snorted.

"No, that's his name idiot." Peter turned to Happy who was looked down at Peter, "Hey Happy!" He said, sounding way to cheerful. The corners of Happy's lips twitched.

"Get on the car." Was all he said, reaching for Peter's bags only for him to dodge him.

"I do not need help with my bags. Anyway, Harry, Happy, Happy, Harry." Peter said, waving a hand and opening the boot of the car himself and plonking his bags down then closing it.

"You know it's my job to do that." Happy said, there was an undertone of amusment that made Peter roll his eyes.

"It is not. And I'm not totally incompetent." Peter drawled. Happy narrowed his eyes.

"Sure." He said. Peter opened the back door , looking back to Harry who was confused out of his mind.

"See you tomorrow Harry!"

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"On speaker phone, Mr Parker. You know the rules." His teacher drawled in amusment. Peter was a very uncomfortable shade of pink in the face as he picked up his phone which was blaring back in black, of course Tony rigged his new phone so he could get past silent.

"What do you want?" Peter deadpanned, setting his phone in the desk and staring at it. It was very clear he wasn't happy, hands tangledin his hair and tugging harshly.

"Jesus Christ, I can feel you pulling you hair." Tony drawled, Peter rolled his eyes and picked up and pencil instead. Everyone was shocked, they didn't think Peter could be related to the real Tony Stark. Harry couldn't believe it, Peter who had an adorable dorky laugh, bright eyes, hunched shoulders and a thing for physical affection could be related to Tony Stark.

"Anyway, I just wanted to check one last time that you're sure you're fine to go to your meeting this afternoon alone. Because if you need I can come with you again and I can get Happy to drive you and-" Peter quickly cut Tony off.

"It's fine. I don't want to keep you and Pepper from your work and I can get there on my own, I'm far enough away from Queens that no one I know from Midtown is gonna see me and we already talked about it at home. And I want to start going to them alone now." Peter said firmly, his irritation and impatience was bleeding into his voice. That was something Harry thought was odd, why didn't he call them mum and dad?

"You're calling it home now?" Tony said quietly. Peter froze for a moment, grip tightening on the pencil he was holding.

"Yeah sure. Can I hang up now?" Peter's cheeks were bright red and he was pretty sure he was going to pass out.

"Peter we really have to talk about this or you at least have to talk about it it's your phycologist-" Peter cut Tony off again.

"Oh my god please hang up the phone." He begged. There were tears in his eyes, he knew everyone was listening.

"Just one more thing I wanted to ask you." Tony waisted for peter to make a weak noise for him to go ahead, "You're completely Yee you're ready to start using mainstream bathrooms, change rooms and join PE classes?" The at time Peter let Tony finish. He was spinning the pencil in his hands with an unconfortable look on his face, swallowing thickly and legs shifting under the table.

"Y-yeah I think I'll be fine." His voice cracked halfway through making him wince.

"You're sure? Even after what that kid did to you?" Tony asked. The whole class was quiet, Peter's friends throwing him confused looks that he ignored, swallowing.

"If I'm not fine I'll call you or Pepper." Peter reasoned firnly.

"Okay, well that's it, I can hang up now. Love you Pete." Tony said. Peter groaned internally when he realised Tony had turned on the function meaning Peter couldn't hand up until he did.

"Okay. Bye." He said. He heard Tony chuckle.

"Nuh-Uh, not till you say it back." Tony teased. Peter's hands tightened on the pencil, it was close to snapping.

"I am not going to say it back." He said firmly.

"Well I'm not going to hang up until you say you love me too." Tony sounded smug. Harry was tempted to take the pencil from Peter but he was stopped by the pencil snapping in half which a loud crack.

"You don't have to pretend you love me or that I'm your son just because you adopted me!" He exclaimed. Those tears from earlier were spilling down his cheeks and he was holding a broken half of the pencil in each hand. Tony didn't say anything, Peter wasn't sure what that meant.

"You're just gonna send me back into the system like everyone always does because you're gonna realise I'm just a broken foster kid." Peter said, tears were dripping down his chin and landing on his notebook, he didn't even care they were messing up his notes. His hands were shaking and chest heaving slightly. His legs were bouncing under the table and he really really was not enjoying his tie.

"Peter," Tony paused to sigh deeply, "I'm not pretending to love you. And I know you don't beleive me but I'm telling the truth. It's been two years kiddo, Pepper and I still love you the same as when we adopted you, because you're kind, you're gentle, you're intelligent and you're an goofy idiot but we," Tony quickly corrected himself, "I love you, okay? You're my kid." Peter seemed to think about it for a while, slowly putting the pencil back down.

"I, I love you too." He said finally. Tony hummed through the phone.

"Okay, I'll hang up now. Call or text if you need anything." He said. Peter nodded as the hang up dial sounded, then flipping his phone upside down and sniffling, quickly wiping his face on his sleeve. He looked up at the teacher blushing madly.

"Please get back to work." He sputtered out. Peter grinned as he looked back down at his notes and pulled his worksheet back over to himself. Harry glanced at the other boys who shrugged and went back to their own work.

What had happened to Peter that was so bad Tony called him in the middle of school?

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"What was that about?" Harry asked in amusment. Peter waved his hand, sweating and shaking slightly being in a change room.

"Your coach wants me to join your school gymnastics team." Peter said dismissively. Harry hummed.

"I put your bag in the locker next to mine. I don't know you did gymnastics." Harry said. Peter hummed and looked around, they didn't have cubicles here.

"Yeah I've done it since I was like three. But when I got adopted I had to change gyms and stuff so I'm in between teams at the moments. Coach said if I join the team it could lead to a scholarship." Peter said. He talked about his adoption now, Harry was glad he trusted them.

"You're full of surprises, you know that man?" Harry paused, looking Peter's over whose hands were shaking, "You okay? You're not looking too hot." Peter glanced at him.

"Yeah I'm fine, you guys just don't have cubicals." Peter said. He pulled off his blazer, followed by his tie then starting on his buttons.

"Damn, it's way too hot out to wear an undershirt Stark." A boy said. Peter laughed nervously, pulling it over his head and folding it into the pile of clothes.

"Two undershirts?" Another teased. Peter swallowed nervously.

"It's not an undershirt." He said. He never wore half length binders anymore, not, not since what happened. Only full length that tucked into his pants. He couldn't wear his binder during physical activity because of his asthma, he had to change into a bra then his PE uniform. He stepped closer to the locker, turning so his chest was hidden by the door and slowly taking off the binder. He hid himself with his arms and ruffled through his bag for his bra.

His back and stomach were covered in bright white scars, words; Slurs, insults, his dead name. He could remember when it happened, the blinding pain, how he tore his throat raw screaming and crying. They'd left him there, in the change room under the spray of the shower.

"Jesus guys him him some privacy." Harry chided, standing just behind Peter with his back turned to him. Peter sniffled as he pulled on his bra then his sports shirt. Quickly riding himslef of his belt and slacks and pulling on his shorts then changing his shoes.

"You should get changed Harry." He said quietly, closing his locker door and turning so he was leant agaisnt the locker. Harry had one of those lopsided smiles on his face, Peter knew that grin.

"No, no do not hug me. You're sweaty and gross. Harry! I'm serious!" But even so Peter broke into a fit of laughter as Harry hugged him, followed by the other boys on their class grouping around them and hugging them in the middle of the group.

"Okay come on, how are you guys already sweaty? Okay that's enough."