Wrong number :/~~Spider-Man

I have a feeling not everyone will be happy with me

He'd have to call Tony and tell him everything.

What about texting? Peter could just shoot like three messages and be done with it. He could hide out in the bathroom and hope everything went well. That was probably the smart option too. He could get everything out there, lickity split. No take backs, no stalling, nada.

But it didn't matter what he chose, it seemed. He couldn't even find the confidence to pick up the phone.

He'd managed to get it on his lap. That much was hard enough. Holding it with trembling hands deemed too difficult for too long, so he'd let it lie in his lap while he thought of what to do. What to say.

It got him thinking. Would Tony be mad at him for not telling? It was, in every way possible, Peter breaking like 30 of the rules they'd made.

Even if he was, it wouldn't be too bad, Peter convinced himself. He genuinely had no clue what the actual boundaries were. Maybe a slap on the wrist and it'd be done with.

Or maybe they'd deem him untrustworthy and kick him out. Maybe, after building up such a bond, they'd feel betrayed by his sudden crimes. Maybe—

Shut up Peter.

He bit his wrist hardly to silence himself internally.

Peter seriously needed to cut out on the bs swimming around in his head.

'Just tap the gotdamn phone' he thought to himself.

Peter looked down at the phone again. It was already unlocked, and on the call page. When had he done that?

Just one more button, he urged himself.

One more.

There it was. Tony's name.

The user for it was "Litter of Lies" (courtesy to Peter's excellent naming skills), but Peter stared at it emotionally nonetheless.

It didn't seem as funny anymore. It was as if it was the universe's way of calling Peter out.

Looking to the ceiling to push tears back, he imagined it possible he could've be running out of time.

He swallowed hard.

"Squirt? What's up? Shouldn't you be in class by now?".

Tony's voice entering the room was both the most calming and nerve-wracking thing Peter would ever experience. He didn't even notice his hand holding the call button until the unregistered shock forced his attention to the screen, where he'd unmistakably tapped the name.

With the surprise, he didn't get the chance to hold back on the tears. He let out a cry of surprise, before sniffing it back and preparing himself for the confession.

"Peter— wait, are you crying??" Tony's voice got closer to the phone, a distance Peter was unaware existed until the noise practically screamed in his ear.

A punishment of guilt, perhaps?

"Kid—"

"Mr Stark" Peter choked out, trying to figure out how to collect his words.

"Hold on, where are you?"

"M' sorry" he muttered, wiping his now runny nose.

His mouth opened, every stupid little thing threatening to pour out at the seam. None of it came.

"Do you need a portal? I can call Stephen, if it's an attack, I've got at least an hour till my next meeting, just hold tight". Tony absolutely did not have an hour until his next meeting. In fact, he had about seven minutes until then. Obviously it didn't matter more than this though.