Peter Parker. Spider-man. He's a hero, a teenager, a genius. He has a heart of gold, and a soul so pure snow pales in comparison. He's innocent, depressed, he has anxiety, he was kidnapped for a year (add 4 months), and he has PTSD. He has more unhealthy coping methods than anyone would be led to believe. Richard and Mary Parker had always been working, and when they weren't, they might have been yelling at each other. Peter has friends, and they care. So MJ and Ned, said friends, send him to therapy with the help of his AI that he had made, Karen.
Tony Stark. Iron Man. Genius, hero, Avenger, philanthropist, ex-playboy, billionaire. And he lost his son, has depression, unhealthy coping methods, anxiety, PTSD... the list goes on. His father was horrible at his job, and his mother loved him, but she also loved his father. Jarvis and Ana were like family to him, but he lost them before he ever got to say. And his son? His son's name was Peter James Stark, and was born on August 10, 2001. And the young boy had been just 2 when he had been taken. Too young by the standards of both Tony Stark and his son. His friends, Pepper, Rhodey, Happy, and several others band together to send him to therapy.
Will father and son finally find each other?
Will everything go back to normal? (what a joke)
Note: Yes, Peter still watches his uncle die in front of him (sorry!). And not only that, but his aunt, too. He just hacked the CPS to make it seem like he had a home in Queens with a distant relative (he did have a home, just no relative in Queens). Ned and Peter make up an internationally-famous hacker-duo, with Peter's code name being 'Eight-Eye' and Ned being 'Dual-Eye'. And MJ works with them under the code name, 'Sketch', and she's kinda the boss. Also she's an ace junior detective at the NYPD.
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Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers, SHIELD, HYDRA, ect. Marvel does.
However...
I do own this plot and story, also the therapist's character. Please no copyright.
It's almost funny. How grief sneaks up on you. One second, you're fine; you're coping well and then it hits you like a bullet, tearing right through your heart, almost killing you on the spot. Grief is a monster that lies dormant in the darkest quarters of your mind, growing stronger and stronger until you can't fight anymore. Until you can't breathe.
Peter was fractured. The monster having grown too big, and without any support left to hold him up, the world of drugs dug its claws into him. And it was slowly killing him, like a sickly sweet poison that dulled the pain while quietly feeding on his soul. He was powerless to stop it. He was too tired to stop it.
Tony was doing pretty good. Aside from having died, he was doing pretty good. Resurrected from the dead, check. Thanos dead, check. Wife and daughter thriving, check. He'd never expected to get his life back, that was for sure. He was thankful for the second chance. Unfortunately, Tony was quick to discover that the kid had all but lost his own life. It felt like a knife slowly twisting into his chest every time he saw the kid: in agony. Now Tony wasn't exactly the poster-child for a good emotional support figure, but he wasn't about to sit back and let this continue. No matter how hard the kid fought him, no matter how much resistance he was met with, Tony would help the kid. Still, he couldn't help the fear that laced his blood.
Tony couldn't help but question whether he would be able to save Peter from the weight of grief.
**NO Starker**
Triggers Warnings:
Substance Use/Abuse
Depressive and/or Suicidal Thoughts/Mentions
Rape Threats/Mentions
Descriptive Blood/Minimal Gore
Some Self-Harm
Coarse Language
Mental Illness (various)
This is a heavier story, so please don't read if you're not comfortable with any of the above triggers. Stay safe!
Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy it!
Fanfiction Story by Kale_Kabbage
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