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Tony Stark (notyourplayboy) wrote in somerealityrpg,
@ 2019-06-15 21:05:00

Current mood:	crappy
Entry tags:	active: peter parker, active: tony stark

Peter & Tony
WHO: Tony Stark & Peter Parker
WHERE: Starts here & finishes in APT. 2-A
WHEN: Saturday, June 14th, evening
WARNINGS: Language
SPOILERS? Everything through Infinity War

Tony was a science guy, but he also worked with gods and fought aliens so it wasn't like the concept of alternate universes completely threw him for a loop, but he also just watched some random galaxy wanderers, a doctor doubling as a wizard, and his favorite kid turn to dust so forgive him if he doubted his sanity for a second.

"The actual fuck," he muttered not for the first time since that damn dry note smacked him in the face in the middle of a damn thunder storm. Was Thor showing off? Or was this finally the time Tony Stark became an official raving lunatic? Tony actually considered that option better than Thanos defeating him. If he had gone mad, at least everyone was safe. It wasn't like he didn't have similar dreams before, right? Hadn't he seen his loved ones dead before only to wake up in a cold sweat? The whole Goodland thing could just be a crazy dream.

After Tony failed to contact Pepper, he tried to walk home, but while he knew his way around New York City, he quickly realized it wasn't the city he recalled. Maybe this was part of Thanos' plan? Maybe if he went where the note told him, he'd find the others? At least if he was with them, he could try to save them.

That had to be it. Tony was wherever the dusted went and he had to go to the apartment listed in the letter. The thought energized him and he broke out in a run until he arrived where the map directed him. Ostriches? Seriously?

Tony found Apartment 2-A with a door that opened automatically for him, almost like it expected Tony, and stepped inside. Disappointment flooded him. It didn't look like a hostage situation, but instead a homey apartment with a fully stocked fridge. Hell, there were even clothes he'd choose for himself. He, again, guessed he was either crazy or really stuck in a parallel universe while everyone he loved faced danger at home.

It was too much even for Tony Stark. Way too much loss. Way too much responsibility. He pulled off his Iron Man suit and slammed it against the wall, but it didn't even make a dent. "Naturally," he said. He left the suit on the floor. He usually valued neatness, but to hell with it. Nothing mattered anymore. He pulled dry sweats on before throwing himself face down on the bed in what he guessed was his room. It did have the clothes that looked like his, after all.

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fromyoutube
2019-06-16 03:26 am UTC (link)

What Peter thought would be a field trip to MoMA had turned into a trip into some kind of alternate dimension or something. Kind of like from one of those old tv shows, the ones in black and white with an ominous narrator. Was that who this “Jubilant Entity” was? And how had it managed to pull people from different universes? The multiverse being an actual thing and not just a theory was awesome enough (so much so that it kind of hurt his head to think about it), but actually being able to go from one universe to another? Sure, there were multiple theories on the how aspect, but it still begged the question, how had this… thing managed to do it? And, if it could do it once, could it do it again? Could it also send them back to their own universes?

His brain felt too full for its own good, and, while he’d initially been hyper focused first on not dying while falling in a thunder storm and then helping a girl who clearly had needed it, it now had too much time to wander. It’d had time to wander as he tried to find his aunt, tried to get back to Queens only to discover he hadn’t been able to leave the island. It’d also been too full as he’d realized that this wasn’t the Manhattan he knew, with no way to contact anyone not within this universe (and he’d tried. He’d found an internet cafe where he’d managed to convince a clerk behind a desk to make a phone call, only for the call to connect to an unknown number. He’d then done what any reasonable person would; he went on the internet. And found that there were others with a similar problem that he’d been having all day. At least he then knew he wasn’t alone, which hadn’t been as comforting as it could’ve been). And his brain had been too full as the adrenaline had worn down, causing his stomach to turn sour and his head to spin.

After wandering around for hours, unsure of where else to go or what else to do, Peter decided to follow the strange note’s map to the apartment he’d been assigned to (with a mental note that he’d yet to see a guardian or a feathered friend, both of which were a little bit unsettling). There was only so much he could do (especially in the rain), and while his suit was very nice (incredibly nice, actually), he just wanted to get it off (but not where anyone could see he had another suit under that and nothing under that other suit). And maybe something to eat. Something to eat sounded good, too.

Stomach growling, Peter checked the building on the map with the one in front of him. “Who names these things,” he wondered as he looked up at the Ostrich’s Villa. Seriously, what kind of name was that? This “Jubilant Entity” really didn’t know how to name things. Thankfully, the building was real, which meant apartment 2-A had to be, too. With that in mind, he headed inside, making his way up to the second floor.

A door marked with 2-A swung open at his approach, and Peter paused, glancing around. Was it automatic? Was there a sensor somewhere? Some kind of camera with those ominous feathered friends watching? He ran a hand along the frame, looking around the door outside before ducking inside, checking there as well for some kind of sensor he might have triggered. “This is so weird,” he said to no one in particular, taking a few steps back. He waved a gloved hand at the door, not really sure what would happen, and jumped a little when the door swung shut of its own accord.

“This is too weird,” he said. His mask dematerialized (this suit was insanely intuitive. Maybe that’s how the doors worked?) as he slowly turned around to take in the apartment where he supposed he was expected to live for who the hell knew how long.

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notyourplayboy
2019-06-16 03:44 am UTC (link)

Tony fell into a fitful sleep at some point; he knew he slept because the clock next to the bed told him it was several hours later. Tony, however, hardly felt rested. He groaned as he flipped onto his back. Was there booze in the place? God, let there be booze in the apartment.

He didn't want to get up. He wanted a stiff drink, but he didn't want to move. Too bad Dum-e wasn't around - the bot might have even gotten him the right drink. Possibly.

Tony exhaled deeply as thoughts of Dum-e turned to thoughts of Pepper, then to thoughts of Rhodey, then to thoughts of Happy, and then to...

He blinked back hot tears. He killed Peter. And now? Now he was in some sick joke of an alternate reality while the rest of his family were in danger. Did Pepper turn to dust too? Rhodey? Happy? Bruce? Steve?

Steve. Damn. Tony didn't want to think about him either. It all hurt too much.

He stared at the ceiling for God knows how long before he heard something. Did he hear something? Or was his mind playing tricks on him? He sat up to listen. Footsteps. Those were definitely footsteps.

He didn't bother with his suit. He didn't really care if someone (something?) killed him. He guessed it was just whatever poor sap was living with him anyway. He noticed there was more than one bedroom when he arrived.

He yanked the bedroom door open. "Would you hold it down for fuck's sake? Not really in the mood over here," he yelled.

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fromyoutube
2019-06-16 04:24 am UTC (link)

The apartment seemed pretty standard to Peter, with a kitchen and living room and doors that had to lead to bedrooms and bathrooms. Was the guardian he was supposed to meet according to the note behind one of them? Did that mean he had to live with someone? He’d never lived with anyone but May, and the thought turned his stomach, especially as he realized he still had a very conspicuous suit on.

And then there was noise, movement and a voice, causing Peter to freeze.

“Mr. Stark?” Bewildered, Peter looked toward where the voice had come from, briefly catching a glimpse of a familiar looking suit. The helmet, above anything else, gave it away, and his spirits lifted. Mr. Stark was here. He could fix this. He would know what to do. He hurried through the apartment toward the voice, reenergized by finding someone he knew.

“Mr. Stark, what are you doing here? What am I doing here? One minute, I was climbing the donut ship,” he began, using his hands to punctuate his words, “and the next, I was falling! Skydiving? The parachute deployed, and -- this suit is crazy intuitive, Mr. Stark.” Was it the same suit he’d seen when Mr. Stark had brought him to the Avengers complex? It kind of looked like it. “And the self-contained environment is just--just awesome.” It definitely reminded him of a sleep spacesuit. He glanced down at it, then back up at the man.

Momentarily unsure of what else to say, Peter just said, “Thank you for the suit, sir.” And he meant it. Without it, he didn’t know if he’d have landed safely. And the fact that Mr. Stark kept thinking of him, well, that meant a lot, too. And having him here during this craziness meant even more than Peter could figure out how to say. “Thank you,” he said again, suddenly a little self-conscious about not knowing what else to say.

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notyourplayboy
2019-06-16 02:48 pm UTC (link)

His mind was gone. He had to be in the hospital suffering from hallucinations. There was no way he was really in some apartment in a fake New York City with ostriches and Peter Parker. The kid was gone. Thanos said he'd wipe them out and he did. Or Tony thought he did...

...but alternate realities could exist. Tony understood that. He felt that everything around him was real. Or maybe he wanted it to be now - now that...

No one ever called Tony Stark a man of few words, but, in that moment, he fell speechless as he listened to Pete ramble. God, he thought he'd never hear that rambling again. Oh, sure, sometimes the kid talked too much, but Tony didn't really mind so long as they weren't in the middle of a battle or Pete wasn't interrupting him.

He took a few steps toward Peter, while never taking his eyes off the teen, like he'd vanish if Tony lost sight of him. "Kid," he said softly. "Are you really..." He hesitated, but then took Peter's face into his hands. He traced the boy's cheeks with his thumbs; he felt real, so real.

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fromyoutube
2019-06-16 06:53 pm UTC (link)

What was going on? Why was Mr. Stark acting so weird? Yeah, being transported to an alternate dimension was very weird (especially given all that he’d seen already in his young life), but the man was definitely staring at him. Had he even blinked? And why was he grabbing his face? Not that Peter minded, per se, but it was incredibly weird and not at all something he thought Tony Stark would do. He froze, not sure how to handle the action or what to make of it. Oddly, he was reminded of his aunt, of her comforting him over the years, and a tiny part of him relaxed.

“Mr. Stark,” he began, concern in his voice and on his face. “Are you… Is something wrong?” At least something more than being trapped in Manhattan. Hesitantly, he reached up, putting his hands on the man’s elbows as gently as possible. He wasn’t trying to pull the man away, just make some kind of connection back. “Did something happen,” he asked, glancing down at the man, trying to assess if he’d been hurt. Yeah, he was Iron Man, but Peter wasn’t so idealistic that he didn’t know there was a person inside the suit or that that person was very capable of being hurt. Far easier than Peter could be.

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notyourplayboy
2019-06-16 07:47 pm UTC (link)

Tony's eyes shone with un-shed tears, which he blinked back quickly once he realized Peter seemingly had no clue what happened. "Me?" He forced a chuckle. "You know me, I'm always great." Still, he couldn't bring himself to let the kid go. When did he get so attached? Was it when he saw the inventions he made from literal dumpster goods? Was it when he realized Peter lost so much in his young life? Or was it when he took that tumble fighting that idiot, Scott? When, when, when....

Tony realized the list went on. "I just thought I lost you for a minute," he confessed. "I am so sorry, kid. I will do better, I promise." He told him once he wanted to break his father's cycle of shame, which he meant more than anyone could ever know.

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fromyoutube
2019-06-16 08:56 pm UTC (link)

Okay… This was definitely weirder than he thought it was. Peter wasn’t so incapable of noticing things that he didn’t notice Mr. Stark’s words didn’t match his expression or actions. Why did it look like he was briefly on the verge of crying? He opened his mouth and then closed it, not really sure what to say. So he stayed quiet, letting the man continue. Sometimes that was the better option, even if Peter tended to have a lot to say.

“I’m okay,” he said, not sure how to take the apology or the promise to do better. “The suit really helped. Actually, I think it did all the work.” Was he know out of a job if the suit could do all the work? Could it be controlled remotely like Mr. Stark’s suits? He hoped not. It’d be useful, but it didn’t feel right if the suit was the one doing all the work. Especially under the name Spider-Man. That just didn’t sit right with him.

“Oh! The wizard! Is he okay? Did you get here before you could get to him, too,” Peter asked, concern quickly filling his voice, taking shape on his face. He hadn’t meant to enter a different universe before saving the wizard. It had just… happened. Sometimes Peter wondered if that was just how his life was going to go, a series of events that just happened to him, leaving him to figure out how to handle the mess they left.

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notyourplayboy
2019-06-16 09:12 pm UTC (link)

Tony dropped his hands so that they rested on Peter's shoulders. "You saved him, kid," he replied. He didn't know how much to divulge, but, somehow, he thought flat out lying to him wasn't the best idea. Tony recalled learning about his father's work with SHIELD and the dirty business Stark Industries got into; he felt so betrayed and didn't want Peter hating him. "I think we might be from...from different points in time," he added softly. "Not very different, but..." He shot him a small smile. "If you hadn't been there, I'm not sure Dr. Strange and I would have made it..." He stopped when he remembered Stephen ultimately didn't survive. He cleared his throat. "I am sorry, kid, I don't know if I should...you know what? You should change. Yep. There are clothes here. You hungry?" Tony urged himself to get a grip, but his emotions were besting him. "You must be hungry," he continued. "The fridge is stocked, which is good, because without Pepper and Happy, I am totally helpless, you know?" He kept one hand on the boy, but used his other to rub his eyes while glancing away. "Sorry, I fell asleep so eyes are kind of dry." He forced another smile for Peter's sake. "I'm glad you are here, kid."

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fromyoutube
2019-06-16 10:15 pm UTC (link)

“I did?” he said, perking up just a bit and dropping his hands from Mr. Stark’s arms. A smile started turning up the corners of his mouth, glad to hear that the wizard had been saved. Hearing that he’d helped Mr. Stark and this… Dr. Strange didn’t hurt in brightening his mood. He almost asked how he’d helped, but his brain got momentarily snagged on the idea that they’d come from different times. Did that mean time travel was possible, or did that mean this entity thing had the ability to see multiple points in a universe’s timeline? What type of entity could do that? Was it omniscient? It had to be, right? There were just so many unanswered questions, not the least of which what happened in his world when he wasn’t there? (Apparently, nothing if he’d managed to save the wizard. Did that make him a clone somehow? A copy of himself that had somehow made a different decision and ended up here? Or was he dead? No. No, he would not go down that route. Not right now. That was just too much for even him to consider right then.)

Trying hard to push the questions out of his head, Peter nodded a little bit at Mr. Stark’s words. “Yeah… I could eat.” He hadn’t really eaten much since earlier in the day, and the thought of eating something sounded good. So did changing into real clothes. “And you’re not helpless, Mr. Stark,” he said, complete and total faith in the man before him evident in his words. “Besides, I can make grilled cheese sandwiches, or mac and cheese, if you’d like,” he added, glad that he had at least a little bit of skill in the kitchen. He was no chef, but he at least could follow directions. Plus, in his opinion, cooking (and baking, for that matter) was a bit like science. You just followed the recipe, kept an eye on it as you went, and, viola! Food! Really not that difficult at all (though it could be time consuming, which was really the only bad side to cooking; all the waiting).

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notyourplayboy
2019-06-16 10:39 pm UTC (link)

Tony was relieved that he seemed to distract Peter although he knew it was only a matter of time before he learned the truth. Tony had to be the one to do it, didn't he? But it could wait, couldn't it? He had the kid back and that was what mattered. If Pepper and Rhodey and Happy where there too, it would be just about perfect. However, he couldn't stand the faith he heard in Peter's voice. It was like when Peter told Tony that he wanted to be like him. Peter was already so much better than Tony. He could do so much good with his mind and his heart; it hurt Tony thinking his real world was robbed not only of Spider-Man, but Peter Parker.

Tony chuckled. "We are good to go then. Grilled cheese and chips, what's better?" Booze was better, but Tony thought getting drunk wasn't such a good idea anymore. "I can make coffee. Do you drink coffee? No, you are too young for coffee. Or too hyper. Something like that." He turned toward the kitchen, but stopped. "Kid..." He suddenly turned back and wrapped his arms around Peter. "We are there now," he said more gently than he ever thought possible.

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fromyoutube
2019-06-16 10:55 pm UTC (link)

Peter opened his mouth to say that he was sixteen, and therefore, not too young for coffee, but the hug caught him off guard. “Oh,” he said, then wrapped his arms around Tony in response, careful not to squeeze too hard. He wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve the hug, but it was nice. Hugs were nice. He let his eyes drift shut briefly, enjoying the moment. Somehow, he wasn’t so sure he’d get another one anytime soon (and with May nowhere to be found in this reality, he doubted he’d be getting much hugs in general, which was fine, really, but, sometimes, hugs were just nice).

“This is nice,” he said, his brain calming down for the first time since he saw that donut shaped ship above Manhattan.

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notyourplayboy
2019-06-16 11:11 pm UTC (link)

It was nice. Tony didn't really have a problem with affection. No, his problem was with trust, which is why only a few ever actually infiltrated Tony's personal space. "Yeah," Tony agreed. He squeezed Peter once before releasing him. He averted his eyes once more; he didn't need Peter getting suspicious - or, possibly, more suspicious. "Go on," he prodded. "Change. I promise not to burn the place down."

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fromyoutube
2019-06-16 11:22 pm UTC (link)

“Okay.” Peter pulled away, turning. He took a few steps before stopping, turning back around. “Mr. Stark? I’m glad you’re here, too,” he said. If he had to be stuck in some alternate universe with anyone, he was glad it was Tony Stark. He worried about his aunt and his friends (were they okay? Did they know he was gone? Who would tell May if he were? Would she be okay?), but at least he wasn’t alone. At least he had someone to share this insanity with.

Smiling brightly, Peter then went off in search of a room with clothes (and underwear) that were hopefully in size.

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