I Lost the Kid

Peter watched torn as his heart broke with each punch thrown by his Papa’s hand. Tears bubbled in his innocent eyes, they weren’t a family anymore. And they wouldn’t ever be. Everyone looks at Peter and they immediately see Captain America. The criminal. That he’s just like him.Tony sighs as he marks another tick on the piece of paper Nebula had lent him. She didn’t have to, but she did. It had been 230 days. 230 painstaking, dizzying days. Since Peter Stark crumbled to ash in Tony’s hands. 230 days since his kid, the light of his life, the only good thing he had in his life was dead. Everytime he said that to himself in his head, he’d always end up spitting out the word “dead”. It was a nasty word that shouldn’t be used in the same sentence with one of life’s best things. His son.His son who deserved the best. And life threw him fucking boulders. He didn’t know what hurt more, the fact that his son saw him get brutally beat up by the man who he called Papa. The same man who told him for 1,307, almost for four years that he loved him. That he would never hurt him. That he’d rather die than harm a hair on their heads. Tony growled, well that was a fucking lie.