Brit

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I do! My posting schedule is very inconsistent, but my ao3 is @ fotibrit

He wasn’t warned, of course. The welcome feels like the Hum-vee is falling over. The first arm slung around his shoulders is Obie’s, of course. Tony covers the arc reactor out of pure instinct, terrified at all the strangers and trying to save face.

Obie parades him around, tells him that leaving the business of war means he’s got to go full force on the business of partying. Tony can’t put a name to Obie’s glare, but if he could, he’d call it anticipation.

Obie thinks this will be Tony’s last birthday, and by god he’s going to make it a memorable one. Obie pretends to forget about the arc reactor and starts up teasing, getting a few women to start trying to get him out his shirt. When Tony refuses, Obie slithers in to chide him about cutting ties with allies in this hard financial time.

Tony goes to bed alone and he locks the door four times behind him, drunk and terrified and forgetting to respond to the people in his phone that message him to wish him a genuine congrats.

crack treated seriously fic where Peter is 16 before iron man starts and he’s traveling with his SHIELD parents but due to an attack he ends up kidnapped as collateral in the ten rings cave. And the ten rings find out he’s good w tech, so they try to get him building weapons. and then they stop all the sudden. Peter doesn’t know why.

and then tony arrived. and Peter doesn’t really know tony, only knows him by his horrible reputation. But they put peter in Tony’s cell and tell them they gotta build the jericho missile together and they learn to work together to escape.

Or, at least, how Tony had vaguely described it. Peter’s new apartment felt like how he imagined the cave felt like. Tony rarely spoke of his time being kidnapped, but when he did it was clinical. Taking tech apart to get access to more materials. Calculating the risk of escape versus the likelihood of rescue. practicing compliant neutral faces for the people keeping him. Trying his best not to go crazy, in the same room all day.

Tony spoke about the cave in short details and as if it were a mission that happened long ago and went well. But Peter can *hear* the tension, Peter can sense the hesitation, the panic that Tony still feels thinking about it.

The cave has taken on a life of its own in Peter’s imagination, and now it solidifies into Peter’s new apartment.

Where scattered pieces of tech lay shredded, discarded once Peter found a component he needed. Where a picture frame lay face down now, face up this morning, face down last night, back and forth as Peter wavers between accepting this life and trying to get back his old one. Where Peter stared into the mirror shaving, practicing a happy carefree voice and wondering if his face always looked so strange while doing it.

The apartment feels like the cave, now.

But it’s not. It can’t be. Because the cave is where Tony became a hero. The cave is where Tony’s story starts.

And Peter….

Peter sits in his own personal cave, trying to think of a suit to build that can break him out of his own story to start a new one.

But you can’t start over. you can’t go back. The slate is wiped clean in the world’s eyes and Peter still can’t see this as a beginning. He has no family, no friends, only a hope for the world and none for himself.