Tony is an idiot
Trigger warning
-a suicide attempt that is pretty described
if you don't wanna read that part skip the part after the back line
Ned an MJ found out after
In reality, they didn't actually find out. Peter was simply tired of hiding it as a secret from his best friend and told them via texting. When he looked back at his phone and the conversation, a smile always made its way onto his lips when he remembered how well they took it. Thinking about it Peter pulled it out and started to read it.
Tony was the last one to find out and he didn't take it as well as the other.
It had already been 1 month since Aunt May death and Spider-man had been out more and more, stopping crime and helping out kids who lost their cat and old people crossing the street. Tony had been suspicious of Peter who had been going out and getting back with more and more wound each day even though he wouldn't show it. He knew both Bruce and Happy were hiding something from him and he didn't like it. He knew it had something to do with Peter and one day he decided he had enough and to confront Peter about it.
As soon as he saw the scared expression on the boy he knew he had messed up but he couldn't back down yet and so he started. He yelled and yelled and screamed at Peter about how everything was his fault and how worried he was each time he came back with more and more wound every day. He knew it was a bad idea but he still did it, his mind too fogged up by the drinks he had taken earlier that day to realize that everything was wrong. He wasn't supposed to scream at Peter. He wasn't supposed to make him cry and flinch out in fear of him. He shouldn't be making Peter afraid of him.
"what is wrong with you?!? What are you and Bruce and Happy hiding from me!? Oh wait are you going to tell me you're a superhero too because there's no way that's possible when you're so WEAK you tried to kill yourself! " The way Peter flinched away made Tony knew he was right but the expression on the boy's face was so heartbreaking he almost stopped but he couldn't. He was too far gone.
"Oh, so that's it uh!? So you're the oh so Incredible Spiderman aren't ya? well, you should probably stop Underoos because you're completely useless in this city! Why don't you leave the job to the true hero huh?! While you're at it why don't you go back and jump and do us all a favor by destroying spiderman?! Tch, you're pathetic. The city hates you, the police hate you EVERYONE HATE YOU!i hate you so much, Peter Parker"
Peter was crying as he ran out of the room and out of the tower, ignoring the concerned look Bruce gave him or the small look of worry that crossed Happy eyes. He couldn't stay at the tower anymore. Tony hated him. He thought he was pathetic, useless, stupid and worthless. The words came back in his mind repeating over and over again as he sprinted towards his home taking a small bag that was hidden under his bed before running toward one of the highest towers in the city where he started climbing up, not caring if anyone saw him. He didn't care anymore.
When he finally arrived at the top, Peter was hiccuping before he opened his bag and took out the content. Laying on the floor was a bottle of painkillers and two bottles of sleeping pills along with a multitude of razors and a lighter and two bottle of water. Opening the lighter, Peter let the small flame flicker into life before he too one of the razors in his hand and started to put it on to of the flame, watching it as it started to turn red with the heat before he pressed it on his arm and sliced it horizontally over and over again until his arm was completely sliced up before turning to his other arm and doing the same, making sure to go deep. It hurt but it was ok. If it hurt then that means he was alive. It wouldn't hurt anymore soon. He knew he had to do it on his arms since that where the arteries were. After he was finished with his arms, Peter shakily opened the waters bottle along with the pill bottle and took a full hand of the sleeping pills before drinking water to let them pass and continuing until the first bottle was gone. His stomach was starting to hurt and try to throw up what it had just absorbed and Peter had never been gladder that he didn't have a gag reflex since the mutation. He took a big gulp of water before opening the bottle of painkillers and repeating the process with that bottle and the last bottle of painkiller. As soon as he was done, Peter noticed his cuts were trying to heal but he couldn't let that happen and so he cut over them again before letting the flame of the lighter burn away at the skin around them. When he was done, Peter took the razor one last time and dragged it vertically down his arm and fell on the roof as he felt the blood getting used out of his veins which were trying desperately to fuse together in order to stop the boy from dying.
The last thing Peter heard before he fell into the paradis of unconsciousness was someone yelling his name from behind him with worry and fear aced in their voice.