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Peter dreams of falling. The wind deafening in his ears as he reaches outwards. Tony is flying towards him, his armor gleaming in the sunlight, his repuslors making the air hot as he draws nearer. Hope swells in his chest, a relief he can't quantify. His fingers strain as he desperately reaches out, trying to catch Tony's hand. He breathes out a quiet chant of his husband's name, needing to grab onto him
Tony's hand slaps Peter's hand down and away. Hard enough Peter recoils backwards through the air. He tumbles, free falling through the skyline. The city seems to dip and rise around him as Tony drifts further away. His heart clenches in his chest, tight and uncomfortable as his vision blurs with tears.
Tony grows more distant, a smudge of colors as Peter drops further away. He looks at himself, realizing he's in his suit. Relief ripples through him as he leaps forward, shooting webbing at the next building, pulling himself forward. He can hear Tony in the distance, sighing his name.
"Peter-"
"Mr. Parker-"
He startles awake, blearily blinking away any lingering sleep as two men stand near the couch he's on. It takes Peter a moment to realize the two are EMT's. Several police officers are gathered in the space as well. All of them were having hushed conversations Peter had been tired enough to tune out.
"Sorry, tired." He apologizes easily, moving to sit up properly. He carefully folds the blanket that had been laid on him earlier, half afraid of getting it bloody at this point.
"We can understand why, sir. We just need to check you over." The older one of the two offers with a gentle smile. "We'll need to take the bandages off though, can we do that?"
"Yeah, yeah, sure." Peter agrees, his gaze briefly drifting to watch the police talking to the woman whose apartment he was in. She had changed, Peter realizes a bit dully he probably bled on her. Shit.
“Sir?”
Peter’s attention shifts back to the EMT’s. Peter laughs a little apologetically, “Sorry, I’m just- letting my mind wander.”
“Given the situation, not a surprise.” The younger of the two answers with a shake of his head. “Can we see your hands? Did you bandage them?”
“No, she bandaged them.” He motions at the blonde woman vaguely, before he extends his hands outwards. The younger EMT carefully takes the bandages off. Peter is still and steady as the men look over his hands. They disinfect the wounds, slowly rebandage his fingers.
The same is done for his face. Peter sucks in a pained breath, the sound a hiss but he is calm under the examination. He can tell the burns must be bad if both EMT’s expressions are that overly blank. If the situation wasn’t such a mess, Peter was sure he’d be headed to a hospital about now.
Two officers approach, serious faced but as steady as anything. “Mr. Parker.”
“You’re a lot calmer than we’d expect given what happened.” One admits.
“Probably shock.” Peter offers back, flexing his bandaged hands. They most definitely hurt, and Peter knows it won’t get any better. “And you know, being married to Tony Stark for a decade.”
“Surprised your hair isn’t white.”
Peter laughs weakly at that, “Me too.”
“Can you tell us what happened?”
“Sure, sure…” Peter finds it easy enough to recount how the day started, including the previous incident the police were called for.
By the time he’s finished, neither officer look happy. One is writing things down in a notebook on hand, though Peter can guess both have bodycams on.
“Was this a regular occurrence, the arguments?”
“Yes and no.” Peter rests his hands gingerly against his knees. “We would argue a good amount of the time, but Tony wasn’t prone to violence. Outbursts, yes, violence? No.”
“What were his normal behaviors like in this case?”
“A lot of silent treatment, throwing things around, usually locking himself in his workshop. I stayed out of it. I’m more of a chemical engineer than a mechanical engineer. Though, I like building robots.” He shrugs a little tiredly. “Is there a reason I’m not in an ambulance right now?”
The two police officers exchange a glance, the older one speaks after a moment. “Your safety primarily. The media is going nuts down there, and the fear is someone spotting you and it hitting the news before we can do anything.”
Peter arches a brow back at the pair. “I kind of assumed it’d be a media frenzy out there, but that doesn’t seem like enough…?”
“Sir, we have absolutely no idea where your husband is. We’re afraid he’ll learn where you are and come to find you. He’s more than a little unstable. We have a warrant out for his arrest, but not many people can go toe to toe with Iron Man.”
“War Machine will probably calm him down.” Peter surmises, “Not the first time.”
“Even so. We’re worried about your safety, and the safety of everyone around you.” The younger officer states.
“Fair.” Peter couldn’t exactly be offended. “You could probably have me swap clothes with a different officer or something.”
The two men just look confused, “What?”
“If you wanted me to go unnoticed. People know I’m wearing this, right?” He motions at himself.
The older police officer just seems outwardly puzzled, before laughing, “Christ, no wonder you were married to Stark. Fast thinking.”
“Occasionally my thoughts are rapid fire.” Peter offers back, rubbing at his eyes with the butt of his palm.
“We could send the plain clothes cop to the hospital in the ambulance, we take Mr. Parker to a different one?” The younger officer muses with a curious frown. The two men step away to discuss it with each other and their commanding officer over the radio.
Peter just reclines back against the couch again, closing his eyes. All he really wanted was to go back to bed. He still needed to ask for the name of the woman who helped him too, just so he could send her flowers or do something for her. He had bled all over her apartment and put her in danger by proxy.
He really needed to find a way to tell May he was alright. Peter could only guess, May, Pepper and Happy were losing their minds.
Peter pushes himself to his feet, walking over to the blonde woman. "Hey, I'm so sorry, I never asked your name- I'm Peter. Peter Parker." He tries to extend a hand before realizing both are heavily bandaged. The woman blinks before laughing a bit, her laugh lines becoming obvious on her face. It was a good look on her.
"June, trust me, I know who you are." She gently pats his elbow. "Nice to properly meet you, Peter. As proper as we can call this."
"Ma'am, I've met people in much worse ways."
June just laughs again, and Peter feels at least a little bit better.
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”In today’s most shocking headline, Tony Stark gone mad! Destroying his own home in Manhattan!” The woman on TV smiled with almost too many teeth as she leaned forward, red curls bouncing around her face. “In our live footage, you can see his shocking turn towards madman and abuser as he throws his own husband out of the penthouse!” The footage started to play behind her of a smoking building, Iron Man’s armor gleaming in the sunlight as he flew away from it.
Riri scowled, flipping the channel as she sunk deeper into her bed. The TV glowed down at her from where it was mounted above the bed. The space wasn’t particularly big, even though it was a dormitory provided to interns from out of state.
”I still can’t believe this even happened. We all had thought… had hoped Tony Stark had turned a new leaf! He’s a superhero, one of the founding members of the Avengers, a family man, now- this!” A blonde woman clutched at a handkerchief, looking forlorn from her perch on a perfectly arranged couch with a decorative coffee table next to it. A framed and signed picture of Tony Stark was on display. The other woman seated next to her patted the blonde’s knee assuringly.
With an irritated grunt, the channel was changed again. Riri was trying not to lose her temper and failing at it. Why did no one understand Tony!? What was wrong with all of these idiots?
”Really, it shouldn’t surprise a single one of us this happened.” A man wearing an expensive looking suit muses as he balances his elbow against the surface of his desk. The background behind them had a New York skyline with a few fake smoking craters crafted on it.
The woman seated across from him sighs, waving her hand, nearly smacking the backdrop behind them. “He was a drug addict, it would come back eventually-”
The channel is flipped again with little preamble.
”As of now, we don’t know Peter Parker’s whereabouts, though authorities assure us he is safe.” A prim graying man behind a news desk states plainly. He shuffles the papers in his grasp. “The real question is, what happens next.”
With a frustrated groan, Riri turned the TV off, throwing her remote across the room. It bounced off the wall, buttons popping out of the cheap plastic casing along the way.
“They just don’t get it!” She spit venomously, curling more tightly into herself. All she wanted to do was scream. This wasn’t even remotely fair. Tony was innocent in all of this. She knew things weren’t as bad as everyone was making them out to be. “You’re not some evil crazy guy! Things just got out of hand!”
Tony snorts a little, lazily drawing a hand across the small of Riri’s back, trying to draw her back over to him. “Really out of hand, but we'll figure it out. Relax a little huh? You’re stressing me out, Ri.”
The nineteen year old sighs, “Sorry, just- all of this pisses me off! I know the real you. Everyone else is deluding themselves.”
“I told you I’m a disaster, kiddo. You shouldn’t hitch your wagon to this.” He warns idly, with a shake of his head.
Riri squared her shoulders as she looked up at the man, “I know the real you, and that’s all I need.” She rolls over to climb on top of Tony, leaning in to kiss him. Tony shifts to wrap his arms around her, trying to sit up more. The older man hums back, groaning into her mouth as Riri forces him back down.
“You still owe me.” She muses smugly, starting to straddle him.
Tony just laughs a little, letting his hands coax over Riri’s body. His hand settles on the curve of her ass, giving it a firm squeeze. The nineteen year old arches into the feeling, chewing at her bottom lip eagerly.
“I guess I do, huh. How ever am I going to make it up to you?” Tony drawled casually, gaze roving across her body. Riri felt over dressed in just her loose t-shirt and panties. She needed both gone ASAP.
“Three orgasms should do it.” She moves to sit up properly, yanking her shirt off to throw to the side. One of Tony’s hands found their way to her panties, plucking at the hem, the other raised to fondle one of her breasts.
“You’re gonna have to help an old guy out, Ri. No pills this time.”
“Trust me, I can get that cock all warmed up.” She stuck her tongue out playfully before moving to settle against his legs, intending to give him plenty of warm up with her mouth. Riri knew exactly what tony liked.
She knew for a fact everyone just misunderstood Tony. He had shared so much with her, opened up in the most vulnerable ways. Even before they started having sex, Riri knew they had a connection. Something real, something meant to last. Even with the age gap between them.
He had just been waiting for her this entire time, and Riri had to make up for all that lost time.
If anyone knew Tony Stark, it was her.
After she finished fucking his brains out, she had some great, super duper, fantastic news to tell him anyway. It would make him completely forget about Peter Parker's dumb baby anyway. All she had to do was fish out her own test to show off and Tony would obviously be estatic.