“what the fu-”
They had been standing facing each other for what seemed like eternity neither willing to break it. You could cut the tension with a knife, a butcher knife.
“MR.STARK!” An exited slightly child-like voice squealed and Howard watched as the small figure of a 15-year-old boy bounded up to Anthony and hugged him so hard that for a fraction of a second he became worried for Anthony’s well being but his son instead with great familiarity ruffled the boy’s curly brown hair asked: “how was school bud?” and that’s all it took for the child as he launched into a bumble of words.
“ school was great Mr.stark I got an A on my Spanish quiz, and ned got the new millennium falcon and we already finished a of it and our teacher had a pop quiz ready but there was a sub so we didn’t have to take it and Mj called me a dork but she also stole my chips so it was awesome and-” the boy continued to ramble on and on, something about the kind of tea this Mj girl was drinking today he wasn’t really paying attention because more important than what the boy said was the look in his eyes more specifically the way he was looking at Anthony pure adoration the way one wound at their hero their idol and the Anthony he knew was definitely not a hero not even close actually but even more surprising was the look on Anthony himself as he stared down a this boy who was bouncing from his excitement looking as If he might have an aneurism if he didn’t get out all he wanted to say fast enough, as what one could only describe as a proud father he didn’t know how to feel about that and he definitely didn’t know what to feel when the boy saw him and stoped all at once the shine in his eyes became inquisitive and then angry his whole Stature changed from overexcited puppy to- well hw didn’t know exactly what is was btu he didn’t like it
Peter, on the other hand, was trying not to make assumptions too quickly he had come in all excited to tell Mr stark about his day but when he caught sight of the strangely familiar man he couldn’t help it he just had to ask “ Howard, Howard Stark?” barely holding himself back from charging at the man if this man really was Howard he thought his rage rising he wouldn’t be for long the man looked surprised that Peter knew his name and then a smug look crossed his features, yes yes I am who are you and why are you here he seemed very proud of this and it did not help peters barely lidded fury but he managed to contain it for a second as responded
“Peter, Peter Parker” and all hell broke lose . He stepped forward and in a movement so fast you could have missed it in the blink of an eye socked him right in the jaw. He heard a satisfying crack and tried to go at him agin when he felt tony holding him back. Peter was seeing red how DARE this man this man that had made tony feel unloved that made tony feel he could never be a father himself this man who to this day still made tony have panic attacks saunter on I here like he owned the place and ask him why he was in his home like Peter owed him an answer like he was proud of who he was.he didn’t care that this was kinda impossible, or that he probably shouldn’t mess up someone who traveled through time,all he cared about was hurting the man who hurt tony.
Peter continued trying to break out of Tony’s grasp but it wasn’t his hardest. he knew he could easily overpower tony but he would never want to hurt tony but despite tony telling him to calm down and breathe through reprimands he could tell they were half-assed and tony wasn’t doing very well at hiding the pride in his voice. It was only once tony manage to calm down Peter and was trying to defuse the situation that it came to peter how was this even possible, And being the curious child he was he said as much so while Pepper gave the guest and his mom a tour and showed them their living quarters tony pulled peter into a room and explained from the beginning excluding of course certain parts that would break Peter already thinly veiled displeasure. and when he was finished peter had only one thought about the whole situation
“ what the fu-”