The fuck do you mean for two weeks!?
Peter smiled as he waved bye to Happy after he dropped him off, as he turned around and went into the apartment complex.
Going up the stairs, his smile dropped and he slumped over as he groaned, messing up his hair as he ended up outside of his apartment door.
Would his mom even let him in? Fuck he doubted it, He pulled out his keys and jammed it in. The door opening as he pushed it aside and walked in. Slamming it behind him.
The place was relatively clean, it was a nice change. He made his way to his room, opening the door and slamming it shut loudly behind him. Not giving a fuck if his mom heard.
His backpacked was thrown carelessly on the ground as he took his hoodie off, a black t-shirt on underneath and he removed his shoes, sitting on his bed and grabbing his phone, deciding to text Flash.
CONVERSATION WITH: NADD
EMO-BITCH: hey anythin good you got?
NADD: nope haven’t gotten anything yet, try ethan yet?
EMO-BITCH: no, you’re the only dealer i fuckin trust, now i got a hundred with your name on it
NADD: shi parker, fuck alright i’ll get you something. specifics?
EMO-BITCH: xanax ig plus somethibg strong asf
NADD: mkay, i’ll get you a shit ton just don’t OD
CONVERSATION ENDED
Peter decided to scroll on TikTok, bored and he shrugged. Might as well since there wasn’t anything new.
Hours passed and he just scrolled and scrolled, He could go on patrol later.. he stopped once there was banging on his door, he set his phone down and the door opened.
His mom stood in the doorway, her messy brown hair ending at her shoulders and her dark cold brown eyes staring into his.
She crossed her arms as she glared at Peter, annoyed at him for god knows what.
“Peter, since spring break is soon..” She started, sighing heavily and pinching the bridge of her nose for a moment, letting go as she looked away and waved her hand in the air.
“Your gonna go stay with Tony, i can’t deal with you for two weeks.” Peter was shocked when she said that, getting up immediately.
“The fuck!? Hell am i doing that! I already have to go every weekday- Now i have to stay there for two whole fucking weeks!?” He yelled, anger in his eyes as his mom sighed again and yelled back.
“You are not arguing with me right now Peter! You’re going and that’s final, I already called him and he agreed. Now you better fix this whole emo look, and be on your best fucking behavior!” She raised her voice more for the last part, Peter rolling his eyes and crossing his arms.
“Fuck no?! You can’t send me without my consent right? This is illegal mom! I’m not going—“ He didn’t expect the harsh slap against his face, stumbling back as he held his cheek. Glaring at his mom.
“Shut the fuck up. Get your shit together because I know you’re gonna do it last minute.” His mother whisper-yelled as she walked out the room, slamming the door behind her.
His phone buzzed as he ignored it, stomping his foot on the ground as he groaned and threw his pillow at the wall.
He sighed as he decided, fuck it- he’d deal with it. He’d be perfect and he wouldn’t fuck this shit up.
He checked his phone, and guess who? Tony. He swiped up and entered his password and clicked on the message.
NEW CONVERSATION WITH: old man
old man:Heard your coming over for spring break, we can work in the lab and watch movies?
Peter groaned as he laid back in this bed, typing a response.
spider-MAN: yes!! that sounds amazing mr stark!!
old man: Great! See you Thursday kiddo.
CONVERSATION ENDED
Fuck, Thursday? Shit when was that.? It’s Monday.. Three days, Three days before he goes to that glorified hellhole.
His phone was tossed aside as he threw his blanket over his head and decided to just sleep it over.
The days passed in a drug-induced, drowsy, and fucked-up blur. Next thing he knew he was in Tony’s lab working on fixing a radio.
He had on a navy blue hoodie with the periodic table on it. Light blue jeans with black sneakers that Tony bought him. He made sure to thank him profusely.
His hair was messy but not as messy as usual, he ran his hand through his hair as he muttered a few words, continuing to work on the radio. He’d been there for an hour and he wanted too—
“You wanna get something to eat Pete?” Tony spoke up, Peter turned around and smiled, nodding as they both got up and went to the kitchen. Tony took out some leftover pizza and heated it up, passing him a paper plate with three pieces of pizza on it.
He didn’t know if he’d be able to eat it, but being full on Xanax and shit won’t help him much, he grabbed a piece and took a bite, the taste was stronger than usual.. and the smell- Geez.
He couldn’t take more than a few bites before feeling sick, Tony obviously noticing and put his hand on his shoulder.
“You okay? You don’t look all too well. Should we go to the medbay?” Tony asked, rubbing soothing circles on his back, Peter muttered a no and leaned back as he groaned, holding his stomach.
“Let’s get you to the couch okay? We can watch a movie, or those vines, or anything really.” Tony spoke while chuckling at the end, helping get Peter to the couch, draping a blanket over him, sitting next to him and wrapping his arm around him.
Peter nodded slowly, resting his head on Tony’s shoulder and closing his eyes, dozing off to a not-so peaceful slumber.
Tony was worried for his kid, His mom seemed so too. He looked to his side and saw Peter snoring softly, he chuckled as he looked up.
“Friday, what’s up with the kid? Why is he so.. down.?” He asked, hoping his AI could give him an answer.
“The amount of Xanax in his system could be apart of the issue, and eating right after that as well.” Tony paused as he heard the words she said, eyes wide and mouth open.
“What?!”