I’m talking Howard and May finally wanna move in together and have their kids meet. Tony is this super confident ultra popular high schooler- full of surly anger at not being the only son anymore. Howard’s been gushing over how sweet this Peter Parker is and he’s Tony’s age and all straight a’s and fuck this guy, Tony’s gonna show him who the better kid is 

- but then at the restaurant, the boy tucked into May’s side isn’t- well, he isn’t- he’s sweet. He gets to his feet eagerly and waves at Tony in his oversized sweater and dorky glasses with a big smile over how much he’s always wanted a brother! And shit he’s so small and delicate anyone could just knock him over.

- And Tony’s a little blindsided by it, and whenever Howard mentions one of Peter’s achievements over the meal, Tony cuts in about how he also placed first in the science contest, peter just whirls to him excitedly and exclaims: “You did?! What was your project on? That’s so cool! Will you show me? That sounds so much better than mine!” and shit you know, no one’s ever been this nice it’s disarming and...and...and lovely. 

- So he doesn’t mind that much when he and peter have to room together. peter is adoring and tidy and shy when he has to transfer schools but Tony says he’ll look out for him. He’s his brother, after all. 

- And then- well, it gets a little tricky. Because Peter’s manages to get pretty popular with Tony by his side and then Peter let’s slip that he likes guys and- guys start coming up to him. Handsome guys, some of Tony’s friends and Tony has to bite back the feeling he gets whenever Peter blushes or stutters around them.

-He withdraws a little, and Peter tries to hang out with him and Tony pulls away. “I’m going out,” Tony snaps, tugging on his leather jacket. “Allison’s throwing a party.” And Peter just looks sad. “I know, Tony,” he whispers, “I was invited too. But i thought-” he swallows hard, “I thought we were gunna watch some movies and order take out? Just the two of us?” And Tony’s heart burns because he wants to- but this is- he’s feeling all wrong and- “We can even get those gross onion rings you like.” Peter offers teasingly, eyes hopeful, and fuck, Tony can’t deny him. 

- And then- and then he finds the diary under Peter’s pillow. It’s an accident, it really is, who still keeps a diary?! And- and-

I dreamt about Tony again last night. His hands around my wrists, his hands are so sexy-

“Tony!” Peter gasps, and Tony drops the book like it’s scalded him, and then they’re looking at each other and then-

And then they’re kissing and

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My friends are fucking beautiful.

Beautiful, luxurious, comfortable, all a facade.

Bars made of rules and lies, locks made of false hopes and broken promises.

Hiding that which should have never been hidden.

Too beautiful, too fragile, too weak.

All lies, all led to the cage.

Leaving a room full of broken dreams and a broken girl.

In the gathering darkness of the cage, fire burns.

Fueled by a dark, burning rage twisted with pain.

The broken girl now forged into a cold, heartless woman.

The cage will burn.

The jailer, hiding behind their soft smiles and false words, revealed.

The bars broken down, destroyed.