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Peter Parker feared home. Well, that may be a bit of exaggeration from him. Peter Parker feared his home because of his one, burning secret.
He didn't know how he had kept his secret for so long. If Tony had been more attentive he probably would've noticed - but to the teen's fortune, he was absorbed in the Accords nightmare.
It was nearing 11 when Peter appeared through the front doors of Stark Tower. Tony had rebought the place after the whole Vulture buzz had died down. It had been a few months since Peter's bloody battle... But not that Tony knew.
A few months before, yknow, his several near death experiences, May had entered a coma. She was hit by a car on the way home from work, and had been in a blank hospital room since then. Peter had been dreading the idea of being alone or, worse, adopted. However, through his parents' connections (of which there were a multitude) it transpires that his mother knew Tony. And, by some odd spin of fate, Tony had agreed to give Peter residence. They had stayed in a penthouse until the Tower was theirs again, and whilst Peter didn't mind either the penthouse or the Tower - they weren't home.
"Hey kiddo" Tony said as Peter exited the elevator. He had rode it up to the shared "Avengers" floor, as he called it. It wasn't really, it was the largest communal space they had, and it wasn't uncommon to see Rhodey or even Vision there.
"Hey Mr. Stark. Good day?" Peter asked back as he made for the kitchen area.
"Not bad... Cleared some air over Germany"
"Germany?"
"Yeah, when we all went bat-s - I mean, mad and fought each other. Wasn't my finest moment." Tony ended his monologue by turning on the TV to the news. Lo and Behold...
"...until the Spiderman swung into the shop and subdued the robbers." The News Reporter commented over footage of Peter dodging several clumsy fists.
"Did that one really hit me?" Peter thought as he sipped on his glass of milk.
"Ok kid, I'm going to bed. Make sure you do your homework!" Tony said as he stood up to leave.
"Will do! Night!" Peter called as the elusive Iron Man left the space. As soon as he could, Peter made his way to his lab that Tony had given him. He had some ideas for the Spidey suit that couldn't wait...
It was gone 2am when Peter finally went to sleep, after ensuring that his suit was hidden well away in his room.
Sleep, in a loose sense of the word. After having a building crush him and everything that had happened to him, rest was rare and pricked with bouts of cold sweat as concrete fell on him, crushing his lungs.
Morning found him eating cereal next to Tony Stark, who had forgone food in favour of his second coffee of the day.
"So kid... What do you think of the Spider guy?" Tony asked suddenly.
"I think he's cool? He does a good job helping people, which is awesome."
"Right..." Tony measured his words carefully. "Ross wants me to bring him in. I'm reluctant to do it kid..."
"Then why'd you ask me?"
"Kid, I've made killer robots and armed terrorists. Is my judgement really that trustable?"
"I'm still alive," Peter mumbled, "you're doing fine in that regard"
Tony chuckled. "I'm going to the lab to work today. You up to visit Aunt Hottie after school?"
"That's gross! She's literally unconscious! And yes."
"Sounds like a plan. See you after school!" Tony said, clutching another coffee as he made for the elevator.