Before you read this fic, please read this authors note. I am 16, and all of my medical knowledge for this fic comes from google. So if it's not 100% accurate, which it will not be, please don't start reviewing with hate. I've tried my best to get this as accurate as possible, but I'm not a doctor so please keep this in mind. If there is something super obvious, then please tell me. (like I say someone severed an artery and just stuck a plaster on it and were alg, then please tell me) so enjoy this!

Summary: this will be set in an AU where there are no superheroes, but Tony Stark has still got Stark Industries and is monopolising the technology industry. Peter Parker is suffering from kidney failure, and is slowly dying. Peters only chance at this point, before he becomes dependent on dialysis, is Tony Stark.

Disclaimer: don't own any of these characters.

Warnings: will contain swearing and pain.

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It was a rainy evening, and Tony Stark was sitting in his lounge, a bourbon in his hand. He was sitting in the quiet lounge, thinking about how shit his life was when the receptionist called him.

"Sir, there's a kid out here wanting to speak to you." The lady, named Patricia or Pepper or something along those lines, told him (Tony didn't care much for his staff, and didn't want to, nor care, about learning their names.)

"Tell the kid I'm busy." He replied.

"He's saying it's important."

"If it's really that important tell him to make an appointment with Natasha."

"He says it's now or never."

"Well tell him never."

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"I'm sorry, he says that he's busy and to make an appointment with our CEO Natasha." The red head told the kid.

"I really need to see him. I can't come back another time. It's really important, please. My aunt has left te city for the first time in years and won't leave for another few years. I need to talk to him, please." The young boy pleaded with her. He looked only to be 14 or 15. He was soaking wet, he looked as if he walked from the outskirts of the city to the tower. But he looked desperate, and she felt for him.

"I'm sorry, I can't." His face fell, he looked down at the ground and started making his way to the entrance doors.

"Thank you for asking him."

"Now I can't tell you that the elevator over there goes up to the top floor, which happens to be the same floor that Mr. Stark lives in. And that if you did go up there I would have to call security, but there would be about a 5-10 minute window where someone would be able to talk to him. And I definitely can not tell you his room is the first door on the left.." She began to tell him, hoping the kid would understand where she was getting at. She took compassion on the kid. She could tell it was important. His whole face lit up when she began, understandment evident.

"Thank you." He whispered before making his way to the elevator. He turned around and the nice lady smiled, he smiled back before he pressed the button to call for the elevator, and the doors opened. He walked in looking at her, and pressed the button for the top floor.

As soon as she saw the elevator doors close she called security.

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Tony walked back up to his private bar and refilled his cup. He was pouring the bourbon when the door to his room opened up. He looked to see a scrawny kid walk in. The kid walked into the middle of the lounge, he was about equal distance from him and the door.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"My name is Peter, sir."

"Get out of my room." Tony told the kid, not yelling but certainly higher than his normal voice.

"Please, I need to talk to you. Security know I'm here and are making their way up. Please I need to talk to you, it's important."

"Kid I already told you no, make an

appointment with Natasha if it's this important." Just as he finished his sentence the security detail came in, "get him out of here, and make sure he never gets back in."

"Yes, sir." The 2 security guards went over to the boy and grabbed his shoulders and started to drag him towards the doors.

"Please, you have to listen to me."

"Stop struggling kid." The taller of the security guards said, beginning to use more force than necessary for a scrawny teenager.

"Please, it's about Mary Parker."

"Who the fuck is that?" Tony replied to him.

"You would know her as Mary White."

"Timothy. John stop." The security stopped walking towards the door, but they were still holding the boys shoulders to make sure he didn't try and make a run for it, "who did you say?"

"Mary White, sir. It's about her."

"What about her, is she alright?" He felt a pang of guilt, he hadn't heard that name in many years since he got up and left her in the middle of the night without an explanation. He loved her, but felt as if she could've done better than him.

"She died a decade ago."

"Then why are you here?"

"Cause you're my only chance."

"Chance for what?"

"Living."

"How so, I'm not paying you anything or helping with medical gear or costs or any of that bullshit."

"Sir, Mary White is my Mother."

"Look Peter I knew your mother many years ago, and I'm sorry she died but I stopped being in her life for a reason."

"Sir, I don't think you get where I'm getting at, you're my biological father."

"Bullshit."

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So this is my second fic! I really like this idea and feel like I'm probably the only one, but meh who cares.

So I hope no one is OOC, but this is just sort of setting the scene.

So I did this with my other fic and had one response, so imma do it again, anyway so this is my question this time, how many languages do you speak? (at least enough to have a conversation)

So I speak English fluently, and speak enough French to at least get by in France. I have a few fics in French but the grammar probably isn't the best.

I also have been doing Spanish, Russian, Maori, NZSL, German and Klingon but they aren't good enough to say I'm able to speak it fluently or even enough to get by.