Chapter 2
Peter woke up with the World’s worst headache. At first he thought he might actually be dying, but then flashes of the previous night came back in bits and pieces. He had been drinking. Harry was there. A room full of guys, Peter vaguely remembered, but was instantly confirmed as soon as he moved and felt a pain tear through his ass. That kind of pain was only fun if you could remember the night before, and since Peter couldn’t, he found it a little disappointing. There were bits and pieces, but the more he tried to think, the worse his head felt. Finally he opened his eyes and saw two water bottles on the table. Without hesitating, Peter grabbed one and started chugging. The only thing swimming through his mind was water. Sweet, fresh, water. Amazing.
Once he started in on the second one, he felt decent enough to head to the bathroom. Letting out the worlds longest pee, Peter once again tried to recall the events from the night before. Happy. He called Happy for a ride. But then Tony was there? It was all such a blur. He definitely remembered seeing Tony, which made him wonder if he was going to get in trouble for drinking. Tony let him live in the compound, with little to no rules, but they had never said anything about under aged drinking. The least he could hope for was that Tony wouldn’t tell Aunt May.
When he finally got into the shower, Peter felt slightly better. No doubt it was his healing factor hard at work trying to fix him. His head was still throbbing and his stomach was a little woozy, but it felt nice to clean himself. There was a lot of dried up lube, but no cum dripping from him. It was a relief to know that even though Peter had been too trashed to voice a concern for it, all participating parties had still worn condoms.
By the time he managed to put on clean clothes and drag himself to the kitchen, he could nearly put a complete thought together. Last night wasn’t fully there, but Peter didn’t really care. He had fun, from what he could remember, and that’s all that mattered.
“Hey kid!” A loud voice said from behind him as he entered the kitchen. Natasha stood there, grinning, no doubt aware of exactly what kind of head pain she was causing him. “Fun night?”
“I think so.” Peter looked around the room, catching eyes with a startled looking Tony. He didn’t know what that was about, but maybe he’d ask. “I don’t really remember much of it.”
“Well I’d say by the looks of that, you enjoyed yourself a little.” She told him, pointing to his neck. Peter hadn't even bothered to check a mirror, but from what he could see by awkwardly tilting his head down and to the side, there was a pretty gnarly bruise covering the sole patch of skin he could see. When he touched it, he instantly knew it was a lot bigger than what he could see for himself. Set dead center were a set of teeth marks that had dug too deep into his flesh and left tiny cuts.
“Huh.” Peter thought as hard as he could, but didn’t remember anyone doing that to him at all. Strange. “Oh well. Can’t imagine it was a problem if I don’t remember it.”
Then he was turning around with his bowl of cereal, plopping himself next to a very distressed looking Tony. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on edge a little, but Peter had no idea why.
“Goodmorning, Mr. Stark.” Peter greeted him, cheerfully as usual.
“Hey, Pete.” Tony was giving him a curious look. “Sleep ok?”
“I don’t even know. But I feel awful today.”Peter told him. Maybe if he was honest about everything, Tony wouldn’t yell at him for getting drunk.
“I bet. I’m not surprised you don't remember anything either. In fact, I’m surprised you’re alive at all.” Tony seemed so agitated that Peter felt his own body start to sink into the chair. The last thing he wanted to do was get yelled at.
“What?”
“Your blood alcohol level was high enough to kill a grown man, Peter. I tested you once we got here.” Tony fidgeted with the spoon in his coffee, refusing to look at Peter. “You may have a fast metabolism and an advanced healing ability, but you can’t be so reckless with yourself. You’re body is fighting off so much alcohol poisoning right now that you’ve still got that thing on your neck. Even you have your limits… Learn them.”
Peter’s face burned. He hated getting reprimanded, but when it was someone you really, really liked, it made it worse. If he blinked, he would cry, so instead he kept his eyes opened and glued to the floor. If Tony saw him cry, he’d keep seeing him as a child, and Peter desperately wanted to be seen as a man. Tony had no need for a sniveling little kid.
“I’m sorry Mr. Stark. It won't happen again.” Peter told him, not realizing how much of a lie it would become.
The next time Peter got drunk, it wasn’t even bad. He could walk and talk just fine, but he knew from the look on Tony’s face that he could smell the alcohol on Peter’s breath. Neither of them said anything, but Tony gave Peter a disappointed look and walked off.
The next time was when MJ and Ned had returned for their week vacation, the three of them planning to meet up for a night out together. MJ, as responsible as ever, made sure both Ned and Peter got home safely. It was one of the best night’s he had in a long time. He missed them so much, but with the three of them in three seperate Countries for most of the year, it was hard to do more than a group chat and an occasional skype call. He had waited biggest part of the night before he started drinking, intent on hearing everything they had been up too while he could still form a full sentence. Thankfully he hadn’t drank enough for their time together to be erased from his memory.
They all met up once again during break, just briefly to say goodbye. Once Ned and MJ were gone again, Peter went out with Harry. It was the best way to make himself feel better. Peter didn’t make it home that night. When he woke up, he had a handful of calls from Tony. Peter ignored all of them. He wasn’t in the mood to get yelled at that day. Instead he sent Tony a text saying,
‘Don’t feel so great, spending a few days with May.’
Then he turned his phone off. The next few days, Peter spent all of his nights at the clubs he could find, sleeping with anyone that would spare him a glance. His days he spent at Aunt May’s, which means he technically didn’t lie to Tony about it… He just left out the fact that May was out of town for the week.
When he finally managed to crawl his way back to the Compound, Tony didn’t even spare him a glance. Peter was too drunk at the time to do anything about it, but the next day when it happened again, Peter felt his heart sink.