2: Someone who would help him

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It felt crappy…

But it felt nice. Those two things is possible to combine in one hecking sentence. Yep. But it's true.

"Charlie Spencer. Computer engineering degree graduate."

"Tom Holland. GCSE graduate."

"Harvey Cavendish."

"Susie Lake."

"Nessa Coleman."

He felt sick. So sick. As Tony gazed at the holograms of the dead people, he felt his head spin so badly. The deaths are cause bu the fall of Sokovia and test of various weapons surely was blamed on him. He deserved that!

Tony chugged down another cup of his alcoholic drink. Not that he expected that his drink was meant to heal him or clean his internal organs or something like that like Isopropyl alcohol was meant to clean hands but whatever he didn't care. Actually it just made it worse. More worse than worse.

He didn't care if someone would see his endless torture of guilt because he knows no one would. Pepper and Happy are gone to fix issues in S.I. Rhodes is in the army and a certain spider-kid is sleeping or at leat he thought he is until Friday alerted him of his arrival.

"Tell him to go back to bed." He ordered and now he's regretting those freaking glass doors.

After a second still the doors opened. He rolled his eyes at that which is a bad idea when his headache worsened.

Tony forced himself to get up from his seat to somehow lessen his miserable position, hopefully. He dragged himself to the sink with an empty bottle in hand.

"M'Stark, What're you doing?" Peter murmured voice rough from sleep.

As the hard headed he was, Tony drank another cup not caring if it was his exceeding.

Peter frowned at the sink where the wine bottle lay then at his surroundings.

Even being extremely dizzy, Tony saw him and Peter is probably thinking about his lecture (which was also approved by May) 'Don't drink, you're still a minor' (and Peter didn't plan sooner or never at doing so since when he tried a little he just ended up spitting it out due to it's horrible taste and his enhanced senses) and thinks that was actually a 'Don't do as I do' kind of lecture.

Tony starts on walking away from him but when he did, his first step made him almost fall if he hadn't held the wall. Crap. No, bad idea bad idea. The glass cup in his hand slip to the floor making it shatter. Tony rubbed a hand over his eyes. His vision gets more and more blurry. Definitely, it's his consciousness losing grip on him.

Before he goes unconscious and fall, Peter caught him and slung his arm around his shoulders keeping hum steady before the man passed out.

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Tony shot up from the couch but that's really a bad idea when a severe headache hit him like a sledgehammer. He groaned in pain and rubbed his forehead but at least he didn't feel like passing out. He caught sight of the glass of water and Advil container before looking at the kid fast asleep on the other couch across him.

Oh. Tony realised, the kid must've took privilege on taking care of him. He hoped he didn't puke on him while doing so.

As if disapproving what he thought, Tony noticed the t-shirt Peter is wearing is different and there's a bucket on the floor by his feet. He stood up and notice the sink is spot clean. No broken glass, no empty bottles and no damp countertop.

After taking the Advil and the headache letting go of him, He carried Peter to his room and bed, finding a wet T-shirt he saw him use last night in the bathroom by the towel rack. Tony cursed mentally, that is unfortunate for the kid. He took care of him, cleaned and obviously have been vomited on. Not really a good thing he wanted the kid would do for him and experience with him. Tony is not a baby but he had been very immature. He was kinda glad he met the kid, if other people would saw him in that situation they would likely not care at all. Now he didn't know if Peter felt as glad.

He needed to help himself now. As much as he don't want to admit it, his self torture of guilt is affecting people who cares about him.

"Sorry but that file is inaccessible, Boss." Tony frowned when Friday said that. "Unless you want to dispose it."

"Fri, How come I can't open it? I just access that last night."

"Per Mr Parker's orders."

Tony's eye brows lowered to his eyes thinking in what possible ways on how Peter can do that. But he shrugged it off. "Yeah, Just dispose that."

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I actually never felt so okay about this but I hope you enjoy.