Little sun • starker
So..... I decided to make a whole fic of my woodsman!Tony idea and I‘ll create a moodboard for every chapter!! I’m actually pretty nervous about this. If there are any mistakes, feel free to tell me!! I just want to thank my precious @lilsoshie for being my inspiration 💓
Chapter 1
The night ends with a familiar sound, his alarm clock pulling the tiny man softly out of his dreams. Peter lets out a huge sigh while sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He got stands up on his bed, his shirt slowly falling down his right shoulder as he tries to pull the curtains to the side with his small hands. It takes a while until the sun illuminates his face, bringing out his soft features.
Usually he wouldn't get up this early to leave his bed. But he has a goal in mind since the death of his parents years ago. This is the only way to find inner peace. 'I have to do this now otherwise I won't ever gather the courage to try again! I owe this to him and especially to myself.'
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Even at a young age Peter was a shy but lovely child. His smile was something rare, really precious because only a few people could get the boy to shine. One of them was Anthony Edward Stark. Their first and probably last meeting would forever be one of the most valuable memories Peter will ever have. It was another boring night for the small boy, he had to attend one of many endless parties held by his parents yet again. Not even the thought of getting another dessert could soothe the inner turmoil inside of him. Every day, month, year was the same procedure. Being surrounded by many people who were excellent at pretending was nothing new to the heir of the Parkers. Love or even affection was something foreign and he felt so lonely.
Peter startled as a huge hand landed on his fragile shoulder. “Pretty lame hm?” a deep voice that could calm every upset person and lull everyone to sleep sounded from behind him.
“E-excuse me?” the small boy slowly turned around, looking at the most stunning person he has ever seen.
“The party, I mean. Aren't you tired of all of this?”
“I-I like parties like this. So no... no I'm not-” Peter's voice was barely a whisper, feeling a wave of loneliness overwhelm him. His eyes filled with tears, he tried to hold every emotion in, avoiding the honey brown eyes of the other. It only took one person who seemed to feel the same way and his mask slipped.
“Oh please don't cry! I didn't mean to upset you. Christ, I only talk to you for a bit and that's what happens. I'm sorry, little sun.” The last part was mumbled. He ran his fingers through his hair, looking at the ground in shame.
“My name is Anthony Edward Stark and what can I call you?” It was obvious who the boy in front of him was since everyone knew him.
“Peter. Peter Parker.” A small smile appeared on his face as he took the outstretched hand the older boy offered him. The moment they touched, something magical happened and goosebumps spread all over his body.
“Well then Peter Parker, it's a pleasure to meet you. I have to take care of a few things so I'll be seeing you later on.” With that said he disappeared into the crowd.
Despite his usual urge to avoid his parents, the heir of the Parkers approached them to get more information about the mysterious boy who left him a few minutes ago. They were sipping on champagne while talking to another married couple.
“Ah Peter, there you are! We'd like to introduce you to someone. This is Howard Stark and his lovely wife Maria Stark. They even have a son a few years older than you.” His mother gestured to a strict looking couple.
“It's nice to meet you. I actually got to know Anthony a while ago.” Peter felt rather awkward in the presence of these people while still trying to be polite.
“He's such a polite boy, isn't he? In a few years he'll lead Stark industries that's why he applies to study business management at the best college.” The woman seemed honestly proud of her offspring while her husband rolled his eyes.
The rest of the night was only a blur, filled with fake people and meaningless conversations.
Peter was glad the party was nearly over and he could finally be himself again. Just as he was about to leave the room, someone pulled him to the side and put a hand over his mouth. Not knowing what was happening, the small boy let out a whimper.
“Shhhh it's alright, little sun. I need to get us out of here so please trust me and be quiet.” it was just a whisper but it was enough to reassure him.
In the next days his whole life changed and the young boy didn't get the chance to see his knight again. Headlines were filled for many weeks with the tragedy that happened that night. Peter couldn't believe that Anthony Stark was responsible for the death of many people even after he disappeared and left everything behind.
He wasn't able to spare the possible murderer any more thoughts, he had to take care of the family business and be the adult the company needed him to be.
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Ten years later, the small child turned into a man. Still tiny and shy but the loveliest person you could ever meet. After all this time, he couldn't forget the person who rescued his life that night. Peter crawls down from his bed with a small groan. Now isn't the time to think about the man who was accused of being the murderer of many people, his parents among them.
There are more important things to do. He has to get ready for his first hike.
After using the bathroom to make sure he looks presentable, he strides towards his wardrobe, pulling everything he needs for the next few days out and putting it inside his favorite backpack. 'Luckily there's enough space to get food in there!' at that thought Peter takes a look at himself in the mirror. As a CEO you might think he'd be confident in his looks but he always felt like not being enough. Not tall enough, not good enough, not pretty enough, not smart enough. Maybe things will change after he returns at the end of the week..
The small man turns around and grabs his checklist for his trip. Nearly every bullet point got a tick already except for one thing: making sure everyone knows where he is and not having to panic where he went. His business partners as well as his employees would throw a fit if he went missing without saying anything. So making a few calls would be the right, adult thing to do but Peter doesn't want to be the mature one for once in his life. Instead of making an effort to inform anyone, he just left a voice message. 'This is the mail box of Peter Parker, feel free to leave a message. I'll be getting in touch with you after my vacation. Have a nice day!'
With that done, he sighs in relief. He didn't know that spending his free time to organise something not work related could be this exhausting. His stomach starts to growl while bringing the stuff he needs in the entrance hall. Ready to eat for five, he steps into the kitchen and gets everything his heart desires out of the cupboard. Peter has to stand on his tiptoes to feel where the bread lays. After reaching his goal, he steps back and stumbles a bit over his own feet.
A few sandwiches and snacks later, the small man checks his emails for the last time and puts on his boots and his coat. He still can't believe what he's about to do. 'You can do this, nothing bad will happen. Believe in yourself. You're going to get the answers you want.' He has to know if the rumours about Anthony Edward Stark are actually true or just awful lies.
With a deep breath he steps out of his home, shutting the door behind himself and locking it, a tiny smile spreading over his face.
