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Paranormal vacation part 4. The end.

Starker fanfiction

The end :)

When the sun awaked him, Peter wasn't around. Tony went to his room to change his clothes. Peter bedroom's door slammed behind him. He turned around. Nobody was there. He walked to his room. His hands were shaking. Something wasn't normal. He dressed up quickly and joined Strange and Wong. They had breakfast.

"Have you seen Peter ?

- He allowed us to take food and went upstairs. He said he was still sleepy. Why ?

- Is isn't in his room or mine."

Clouds fulfilled the sky. The house dove into darkness. A cold wind entered the kitchen. It brought the awful smell.

"This isn't good. We must find him, right now, ordered Dr Strange. Wong, check the cave. I'll go upstairs with Mr Stark."

They ran, opened all the doors. Peter were nowhere to be find.

"Peter ?! Peter ?! Tony yelled.

- Is there another floor ?

- Maybe the attic."

They went to his room and unhooked the attic's door on the roof. A ladder fell on the ground.

"Only a little dust. It was used recently."

Tony climbed the ladder. Peter was just standing here, in the middle of the room. Tony ran to him.

"Peter ! Why didn't you answer ? What the hell ?"

The young man didn't answer. Strange joined him.

"You may want to take a step back Mr Stark...

- Peter ! It's Tony ! Answer ! Say something! Are you hurt?"

Tony shook him. Peter's eyes were grey. They fixed him. Tony retreated.

"Peter ...?"

Peter jumped on him, his hands tightening his throat. Tony fell on the ground. He pushed him, but Peter was stronger.

"Please... Peter... Stop..."

Strange caught Peter and threw him away.

"Holy shit, Tony shouted massing his throat. What is wrong with him?

- He's possessed."

Wong joined them in hurry. Peter was on all four, looking at them with anger. He opened his mouth. A loud scream came out. He jumped on them again. Wong and Strange flattened him on the ground.

"Find something to cinch him!"

Tony found an old metallic chained and jailed him into it. The three of them made sure he wasn't able to escape.

"What do we do now ? Asked Tony.

- I will try to contact him."

Strange began incantations.

"Show us your real form."

Peter shouted again. A black matter came out to him. It was monstrous. It screamed to them and disappeared.

"Ok. This demon is a Guilty. He uses guilt to possess persons.

- How do we bring it out of Peter's body ?

- We can't. Peter must find the way.

- So we just watch?!"

Something knocked on the wall. Stronger and stronger.

"We must do something !

- I agree. Are you familiar with astral projection?

- Of course not, you crazy ass !

- Well it's the time to open your mind. I'll send you right in the kid's mind.

- And what do I do then ?

- You persuade him he is innocent."

Tony opened his mouth but Strange yelled in his unknowned language and he passed out.

When he opened his eyes, he was out of the house. A storm raged on it. He ran to the front door. It was closed. He destroyed it with his foot.

"Peter ?!"

Everything in the house was upside down. People were walking in it. Men, women, doing usual daily activities. A young woman crossed the body of an old man. She just went through him.

Tony breathed. He calmed down. Now wasn't the time to freak out. He walked slowly between the human forms. They seemed to notice him but not each other.

He went upstairs. The stairs disappeared as he walked in it.

"What the fuck..."

When he reached to Peter's door, he saw another room. It was a child room, filled with toys. A very young Peter was holding hands with a couple. He really looked like the man.

"Hello Mr Stark."

Peter's kid voice was soft, but his face distorted in a giant smile. The same smile was on the parent's visage. The floated to Tony. He closed the door and went to his room.

It wasn't his anymore. There was clothes everywhere, a desk and a computer. The ladder was anyway in the middle of the room. Peter was sitting on the bed. He looked exactly like the day of their first meeting, except he didn't have eyes. There was only two black holes. Blood flew on his cheeks. In front of him, a man was smiling. Tony recognised uncle Ben from pictures.

The black holes fixed Tony. The blood covered Peter's teeth while he smiled. They didn't move.

Tony entered slowly the room. He grabbed the ladder and reached to the attic.

"The last one... He whispered."

Peter was sitting where they cinched him. May was sitting behind him, playing with his hair. Ben and the parents arrived. This time, Peter smile was normal.

"Meet my family Tony. I am happy here. With them."

Tony swallowed.

"They are not real Peter. Come with me. We must leave this place.

- I can not Tony. I'm right where I belong.

- No... Come with me ...

- Where ?!"

Peter stood up.

"In a place where I am the reason my relatives died ?"

The fake Parker family whispered.

"Why did you do it to us... We loved you... You did it...

- Don't listen to them. They are not your family ! You didn't kill anybody !

- How could you know ?!

- Your parents died in a plane crash !

- To come home because I wanted to see them !

- You didn't caused the crash ! It is only bad luck ! Your aunt had cancer ! You can't think this is your fault !

- She would have take a better care of herself he she didn't have to look over me !"

Peter became bigger and bigger. A black shadow surrounded him.

"And your uncle...

- I met the guy ! I met the guy who shot him a few minutes before ! I could have stop him !

- Why did you do that to us ? We loved you, we loved you.

- This is madness you couldn't know!

- So tell me why Tony ?! Why should I go back in a world were everyone who loves me die ?

- It's not true ! You haven't done anything wrong ! You are a good person ! Bad things happened to you and this is crap but you didn't cause their death !"

Shadow Peter groaned while the other shapes were still whispering.

"I know you wouldn't harm anyone ! Especially not someone who loves you !

- And how could you know Tony?"

The voice was loud and creepy. Tony took a step closer to it.

"The same way I can tell that you are not Peter. Because I love you."

The wood cracked on Tony's left. He saw kid Peter looking at him with huge brown eyes.

"Do you ?"

His voice was soft and trembling. Tony kneeled before him.

"I do. I love you.

- Like daddy does ?

- Not exactly."

The kid grew up. It was an adolescent. He still had his eyes. And no blood on his face.

"Like uncle Ben? Or aunt May ?

- No. Not really.

- Not as strong as they did ?

- Not... Not the same way."

Peter was twenty again. Tony noticed shadow Peter was regressing. He put his hand on twenty years old Peter's chest.

"Listen to me. You didn't kill anyone."

Peter looked at the shadows.

"I killed them..."

The fake family talked louder.

"Why did you do it to us ? We loved...

- Enough, Tony stopped them."

He smiled at his Peter and faced the monsters.

"You killed us Peter ! You...

- I said enough ! You all shut the fuck up. You're not even ghosts."

They whisted. Shadow Peter stepped back. Tony looked at the real Peter again.

"I'm in love with you for a few years now. You didn't hurt me. I didn't die. I won't until a long time. And even if I die prematurely, it wouldn't be your fault. You aren't guilty Peter. Stop blaming yourself for what happened to others."

Peter was crying.

" I could have... Save them...

- How ? Tell me how ? You were a kid wanting to see his parents. You couldn't change it. This is normal. You're uncle was in the wrong place at the wrong moment. How could you know ? You didn't invent cancer treatment at twenty years old. How could you be blamed for it ?

- I...

- It's time Peter."

The world was collapsing around them. The shadows were small and agitated. There was not more ground or floor. The house was in pieces, turning slowly around them.

"What time is it Mr Stark ?

- Time to forgive yourself."

Everything disappeared. Tony fell for entire minutes until he touch something. He straightened. Wong was looking at him. Strange had Peter in his arms.

"What happened ?

- The demon came out of his body. Steven aspired him in a bottle. He looks over the kid now."

Tony joined Strange. Peter was pale.

"He is... He isn't...

- He is alive. Asleep. You should carry him to bed. I have something to do with this demon."

He pointed the bottle shaking on the floor. Tony didn't care anymore. He lifted Peter's body to his own room. He lay next to him on the bed.

He inhaled and exhaled deeply to calm his heartbeat. His fingers were laced with Peter's. He didn't know how much time he looked at the roof before hearing Peter mumbled.

"You're awake, he asked slowly.

- Yeah...

- How do you feel ?

- Relieved."

Peter put his head on Tony's chest.

"I'm so sorry Mr Stark...

- Everything is alright Sweetheart.

- I... This thing was in me...

- Yeah. From the beginning. But now, it won't hurt you anymore. Even if it does, we'll destroy it.

- Holy shit Mr Stark... What exactly happened ?

- What do you remember?

- The attic. I went there. I saw the shadows. Then you came. It's blurry. I remember sadness, joy. Relief. My body guests so bad...

- We chained you."

Peter headed up.

"You what ?

- The spirit was in your body, and you attacked me. So we chained you."

Peter laughed out and loud. Tony joined him.

"Mr Stark ?

- Yes Peter ?

- Let's promess we won't go in vacation before a long time.

- I swear."

They enjoyed eachother's heat and were just happy.

"I... I remember something else.

- What is it ?

- What you said... You said you lov...

- Hush. We will have this conversation when you'll be twenty-one.

- But ..."

Tony rolled over to top Peter. Peter blushed. Tony cuddled his cheeks. His lips approached the young man below him.

"It must stay secret for now. Do you understand?"

Peter nodded weakly.

"I'll say it again to you in a few months. You will answer then."

He nodded again.

"For now..."

Tony licked his lips. His tongue touched Peter's lips. The boy moaned.

"We'll have to settled with that..."

He joined their lips. Peter was nearly begging for his tongue to meet his. Tony kissed him deeply, with his full heart. Peter grabbed his shirt. He didn't know how he would be content with this only kiss.

Thank you for reading ! :D

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Paranormal vacation part 2

Starker fanfiction.

French girl trying to be spooky in English.

Tony rotated on his feet. There was a shadow outside, around five meters away. It looked human. Peter retreated. The thing went in their direction. Rapidly. Tony closed the window roughly. The shadow disappeared.

"This... This isn't a cat !

- I'll go outside. You stay in.

- No no no I'm coming with you."

They both turned on their phones lights and went outside. Peter walked a feet behind Tony. When Tony broke a branch, Peter shouted.

"Shh, stay quiet. Here, come."

Tony gave him his hand. They looked where the shadow was and all around the house. There was no sign of anyone. They went back inside the house, still holding hands.

"It's late. We must be hallucinating. Or see something that was further.

- Yeah... You're right..."

Peter nodded. Their fingers were laced together. Their chest were touching.

"Mr Stark..."

This time, they were looking straight in the eyes. Peter licked his lips with Tony watching his mouth. The younger's breath was warm and trembling. After long second hesitating, Tony kissed Peter's cheek.

"Time to go to bed, he whispered in his ear."

Peter nodded again. They went to bed in silence.

Tony lay on his back. He closed his eyes. His heartbeat was high. Too much feelings in only one night.

A shout woke him up in surs. He stood immediately and ran to Peter's room. The kid was sitting on his bed, shaking. His window slammed violently. There was the same repugnant smell than before.

"What's happening ? Are you hurt ?

- No... I ... I heard... Holy shit..."

Tony closed the window and sat next to his pupil. Peter took off his wet t-shirt.

"I heard a voice. It was calling me. It said "Peter". Then it grabbed my wristles. It felt so real...

- Hush now."

Tony hugged him.

"Please stay Mr Stark. Please. I need you.

- I'm not going anywhere. You can rest now. I'll protect you. I swear."

Tony barely blinked until Peter was asleep. He stayed awake all night. Nothing strange happened. He finally slept when the sun was sweeping the floor.

When he opened his eyes, Peter wasn't around. Tony straightened and ran through the house to find Peter cooking peacefully.

"Is everything alright Mr Stark ?

- Yes, everything's fine. I didn't see you upstairs."

Peter nodded. He was appreciating Tony's naked legs and torso with a shy smile.

"I... I did a brunch. It's already noon so ...

- You're perfect. I'll go change and I'll be back."

They ate outside, in silence. Peter looked up and down so many times that Tony sighed.

"Is it a problem ?

- No ! No problem sir !

- You keep looking at me like you want to tell me something, so speak.

- I... I am sorry. For last night I... You don't seem to have sleep a lot and it is all my fault.

- I don't care, you don't need to be sorry."

Peter opened his mouth and closed it right after. He bit his lips. Tony was way too sleepy to try to read his face.

"I told you you can speak.

- Well, it's quite embarrassing."

Tony felt an electricity ticking under his skin. His brain worked at full speed. Did he speak in his sleep ? Did he have a boner ? Did he unconsciously touch the boy ?

"Spit it out now.

- Can you sleep with me tonight ?"

Tony laughed with relief. Peter blushed and scowled.

"You don't have to, if you think it is nuts. I just sleep better when you're around. No need to make fun of me.

- I wasn't making fun of you. I can sleep in your room as many times as you want."

Peter smiled.

"Thank you Mr Stark ! "

The younger man relaxed immediately.

"So what should we do today ?

- I wanted to visit Oban, a city near this place. But I think working in the lab could be a good option too. I'm tired.

- Ok ! What should we work on ?

- Well, we used the ark system here as a generator. We must find a structure that can handle the energy for bigger places. Like the tower. Or a city.

- Let's do that."

They worked all day, burning with passion. Their technology was the futur, they were sure of it. In Tony's mind, the equation was simple : being independent of fossil energies meant no more war for the countries which owned it, meant maybe avoiding a nuclear war. Their generator could save lifes. Millions of them.

In his earlier carrier, Tony used to build weapons. Of course, his society thrived. Until the day his best friend, Rhody, lost the fonction of his legs because of him. The "enemies" had taken his weapons against their compatriots and allies.

Tony decided to visit the fighting countries. He met several persons, kids, urged to fight. His guns were used by eight years old child. He couldn't bear it.

After this, he chose to make Earth a better place. To forgive his sins, while helping humanity. This epiphany led him to the scientific contest where he met his heir. He understood that as a sign that he stepped in the right direction.

At 11pm, Tony put music. Peter discovered many songs while they were working.

At 2am, Peter fell asleep on his desk. At 3, Tony noticed. He approached the kid to wake him up when the smell came back. There was no window in the cave.

"It has to come from the ground, Tony whispered for himself."

He fixed Peter's perfect face a few minutes before gently shaking his shoulder. Peter had an hard time opening his eyes.

"We should go to sleep sweetheart, Tony mumbled."

They went upstairs. Peter stretched and undressed before laying on the bed. He looked at Tony who hasn't move a muscle.

"You're still ok to sleep here?

- Of course."

Tony undressed too, he went to bed with only his boxer on. He didn't think the situation would make him so unconfortable.

Tony was on his back, focused on the roof. The smell had decreased, but was still there. He heard Peter moving a little, then stop. The young genius did it again. And again. He arrived against Tony's shoulder. Tony opened his arm automatically, and Peter stalled his head on his chest. Stark could feel his whole body against his.

"Goodnight Mr Stark.

- Good night Pete'."

"Mr Stark... Mr Stark please... Wake up"

Tony opened his eyes. Peter was laying close to him, whispering his name. The smell filled the entire room.

"What is happening ?

- Shh... Listen. Can you hear that ?"

Tony yawned and tried to focus on the sounds around him. First, he heard the wood wracking. It was getting closer to the room's door. The footsteps stopped in front of the door. For a minute, all that Tony could hear was Peter's hot breath near his neck.

A white noise began suddenly, like an old television.

"What the fuck... Whispered Tony."

A light human form appeared, standing in front of them. Its finger pointed at a shaking Peter. It was moving slowly to them. Tony hugged Peter closer.

The footsteps restarted. Something was slamming the door. Tony looked quickly at the door to see the handle moving violently.

"Go away... I said go away ! He yelled firmly."

At the end of the order, the sound of his voice was echoing alone in the room. The light was gone too.

"We must leave this place now, and burn it."

Peter looked at him with tears in his eyes. He seemed shaken.

"We can't...

- What do you mean ? Have you see this thing ?!

- It was ... I'm sure of it... It was aunt May."

Tony was perplexed.

"That was a freaking ghost ! Or a spirit ! I don't mean to be rude Peter, but it just can't be your aunt May !

- I swear ! I recognized her ! She was pointing me !

- There is no way it was ...

- Well I don't know !"

Peter straightened.

"Maybe we're on an old Indian graveyard and it opened the gate between life and death, or we are the seven's full moon of an antic Maya calendar, or she was secretly Scottish but this was May !

- Even if she was, she doesn't seem to want you some good Peter !

- It may not be easy to communicate with living forms, maybe we misunderstood the signs ! For all I know, it could be the last chance I have to say goodbye to my last family member ! We have to stay !"

Tony sat on the bed and took Peter's hand.

"This is crazy Peter. When we watched an horror movie, you told me "why didn't they run?!" Well this is the exact same circonstances.

- Mr Stark... Please."

How could he refuse anything to those wet brown eyes ?

"We'll talk about it in the morning. You try to sleep. I'll watch over you. Come here."

He lay down on the bed and took Peter in his arms. He hugged him tightly and kissed his forehead.

After twenty quiet minutes, Peter whispered against Tony's chest.

"You smell so good Mr Stark..."

Tony was nearly happy to be so scared. His body didn't react fully to the sensual but sleepy sentence.

"Thanks kid. You sleep, now."

Tony had never expected his first night sleeping with Peter to be this terrifying.

They were eating breakfast in the day light when Peter initiated the conversation that was burning on their tongues.

"About tonight... First, I'ld like to thank you for not forcing me to leave or... Burning the house."

Tony chuckled, drinking his coffee.

"I think... Yes, I think this thing, whatever it is, is trying to communicate with us. Maybe it is in pain. It could be just asking for help in a strange way. Plus, I'm pretty sure I saw May last night. I came to one conclusion."

Internally, Tony hoped Peter was about to say they should leave asap.

"We should establish a communication with it."

The older man blew, but didn't disagree. Peter's eyes were shining with determination.

"And how could we do that exactly ? Use an ouija ?

- I was thinking about calling a paranormal specialist.

- And you've already checked on the internet to find one.

- Of course I did. His name is Dr Strange. He is very well recommended by several persons with occult manifestations.

- Is there any way I can convince you not to call this man ?

- No way sir."

Damn, he loved this young man so hard.

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Paranormal vacation part 3

Starker fanfiction.

I still don't understand how to make only the beginning of the text appears.

A car arrived at seven o'clock. Two men knocked at the door. Peter welcomed them while Tony was making coffee.

"My name is Steven Strange. I'm very glad to meet you Peter.

- So am I sir.

- It's doctor actually."

They entered the kitchen and introduced themselves to Tony. This Dr Strange was an handsome tall man, looking terribly serious. He must have been Tony's age. The second one was a smaller Asian man called Wong who remained silent.

"I can already feel a connection between this place and a spirit. I can't tell right now what kind of spirit you are confronting.

- Does it seem harmless? Friendly ? Asked Peter with excitement.

- I don't know yet."

They all sat around the table.

"Can you tell me exactly what happened ? Asked Strange.

- Well, first, there was the footsteps upstrairs when we were in the living room, began Peter.

- Then the knocking on the window.

- And the strange form outside.

- Always the terrible smell too.

- What smell ?

- Like sewer. An infected rotten smell. Disgusting."

Tony spoke looking at Strange. That man knew his to wear a long coat.

« And last night ... There was the footsteps, the a light form. I think it was my aunt May. She passed out a month ago... And it pointed me... It was her. »

Strange focused on Peter.

"It was pointed you.

- Yes, with its finger.

- Did you have nightmares lately ? More than before ?

- I did.

- What did the light do after pointing you ?

- Nothing, Tony answered. I told it to leave and it did.

- You were able to make this spirit go away ?

- Yes."

Strange nodded. Peter drummed his fingers on the table nervously.

"So, what do you think ?

- I'm not sure about the nature of this thing, but I can tell that you are the one chosen by this spirit. He will always try to contact you, Peter.

- Well, that's fine because I want to contact it. If it is my aunt, I need to talk to her.

- It could be dangerous.

- I'm aware. But ... We must try.

- Well, it will help discover what this spirit is. "

Tony stayed reluctant. He crossed legs and arms.

"I built something today if we're really going to do it.

- We don't need technical assistance Mr Stark, said Strange.

- I may not have a PhD in mystery, Doctor, but I can register different types of electronic waves. It could tell when the thing is near.

- I'm a neurosurgeon in fact. Go grab your machine."

Tony left only two minutes to take his last invention. When he came back, he saw this Strange doctor caressing his Peter's hair. Conforting him. He put firmly the engine on the table.

"Well, we can begin."

Strange moved away from his pupil. Tony sat next to him.

"Should we... Turn the light off, put candles, hold hands or something, asked Peter innocently."

Wong laughed while Strange didn't seem to notice the question. The Doctor grabbed a book from his bag. The cover page was in an old brown leather. Tony wondered how the pages were still hanging. Strange read an incomprehensible language.

At first, nothing happened, Tony was relieved. Then, Peter took his hand. It was so cold. Tony looked at him. He was trembling. He glared the wall in front of him. Tony and Wong followed his look. They didn't see anything.

The smell spread all over the room. The light flickered. Tony's engine was registering waves. The white noise began. Peter's nails sank in Tony's hand. The kid was breathing heavily.

"Show us who you are, ordered Strange."

On the wall, behind Peter's shadow, a human formed appeared. It was getting sharper. The shape stretched out its arms around Peter's shadow. It's hands landed on his shoulders. Peter moaned feverishly.

"Enough, Tony whispered ."

Stark was trying to turn his head to look at Peter, but he couldn't. He wanted to scream. To make it leave like the other time. He couldn't either.

An other shadow appeared on the wall. Larger one. A man. His hand went on Peter's head. Tony heard him crying. Two larger and blurry forms came out. They approached. The four shadows circled Peter.

"Who are you ? Said Dr Strange."

The white noise transformed in a word.

"Peter. Peter. Peter. Peter."

The voice kept mumbling his name.

"Aunt May... Oncle Ben... Mummy... Daddy..."

Peter was still crying. He tried to take his hand back from Tony. Tony laced their finger firmly.

"Peter. Peter. Peter. "

The voices became louder. There was two of them, then four. Tony achieved to cross Strange's eyes. They were white. He felt nauseous. At least he could feel his jaw again. He looked at the wall again. The five shadows looked like a family portrait.

"Peter. Peter. Peter. Peter."

The smell penetrated him stronger. The voices sounded like interferences in his ears. He didn't notice before he put so much effort in keeping Peter's hand. A shadow turned to face his. He felt assaulted. His head hurt so bad.

Suddenly Wong took his other hand. His strength came back.

"ENOUGH ! He finally shouted."

Everything disappeared in a second. Tony was standing, panting. He suddenly felt weak and fell on his chair. Wong and Strange were staring at him. Tony focused on Peter. His face was covered with tears. He just wanted to hug him, right now.

"I saw my parents... And uncle Ben... Aunt May...

- Take it slowly Peter ...

- We must do it again ! I could feel them ! I'm sure of it !

- Hush now Pete'...

- I can be with them ! Be a family again ! Please Dr Strange I need to ...

- Shut the fuck up right now Peter !"

Tony didn't wanted his tone to be so rude. Peter stood up, glaring at him. His eyebrows were gathered, his lips trembling. Tony understood he was angry. He growned before running upstrairs.

"Shit... Tony whispered."

The headache didn't leave him. He put his head in his hands.

"So Doctor. What did you discover?

- First, I want to make sure we own all the details. Peter's an orphan. He lived with his uncle and aunt who both died. His aunt died a month ago and you took responsibility for him. You live in a brand new building. Why did you become his legal tutor ?

- We knew each other since he was fifteen. He is a science prodigy. I choose him as my heir. We decided I'll be his tutor with his aunt a year ago. It seemed normal.

- It is difficult to imagine someone like you, a rich single loner, to accept this charge. What really are your relationship with him ?"

Tony couldn't read Strange's face. He looked like he knew the truth. Tony sighed. Everything today was beneath his comprehension. It could be time to be honest.

"I want to take care of him. More than everything in the world ?

- And why is that ?"

Tony sighed again. He checked upstrairs with the eyes.

"Because I love him.

- Ok. When did you find out you loved him?

- A year ago.

- Does he know ?

- No.

- Did Peter saw things before you left USA?

- No.

- Why did you buy this place ?

- For business. I wanted to rent it.

- This is a serious and complicated question. It is not mean to harm you. Did you ever touch him in a way that could morally be unacceptable?

- Of course not, Tony groaned.

- Okay. Do you think I have all the elements ?

- I don't know, do you have another intimate question ?"

Wong chuckled.

" An affirmation. You are a sociopath.

- Because I shouted on Peter ? I can swear this is the first time I...

- No. It has nothing to do with it. You just have trouble feeling empathy, don't you ? You read people's faces, you understand what they feel, but you can't emphasize. Can you ? You may control or understand your own feelings hardly. That's why it took you five years to discover you are in love with him. "

Tony frowned. That was very accurate.

"How do you know ?

- Paranormal creatures use empathy to pervade human's mind. Some people are immuned against it. Like Wong. And you. This is why you can just tell them to leave. And Peter, he is the exact opposite. He has hypersensitivity. He emphasizes with everyone. He told us you slept together the other night.

- There wasn't anything pervert about it. I didn't touch him or anything."

Tony needed things to be clear.

"I know. I don't judge you. It is normal that he wants to be close to you. So he doesn't feel. Or he can only feel what you know you feel. Love. This is why he needs you close to him. He surely is unconscious of his own ability. Psychiatrists don't evaluate psychological profiles for orphans, because they are...

- Destroyed anyhow, finished Tony. I lost both of my parents too. It began after. My... Not feeling stuff.

- Sociopathy.

- I knew it was the word. Didn't accept it though. I thought I was just ... Stronger.

- You are stronger than ghosts. So maybe you were right, Wong said.

- I have a question for you, mister Wong. I felt paralyzed during this... Session. When you put your hand on mine, I could move again. How is it possible ? It is because we are alike ?

- Not really. You just reacted to a touch.

- Ok. So, were they... Ghosts ? Spirits ?

- I'm not sure. I think they are linked to the house, more than to Peter. If there is no relationship between his family and this place, then something is maybe using his grief of another emotion. Could we stay this night?

- It's probably better if you do. I'll check on the kid."

Tony smiled briefly and left the living room.

He knocked on Peter's room.

"I'm sorry Peter ... I didn't mean to yell at you... Can I come in ?

- Yes ..."

Peter was sitting on the floor against his bed. Tony joined him. He hesitated before hugging him.

"I'm sorry. I have this bad headache and I'm worried about you.

- I know. I guess it was scary for you.

- Not for you ?

- I felt safe. It was like... Being at home. They didn't want to hurt me. It was conforting. Then it stopped and I was... Cold and alone.

- You must know... They "attacked" me, in a way. This is why I ended it. This Dr Strange explained me it is something I manage to do somehow.

- Yeah..."

Peter sniffed.

"I need to see them again. Please Mr Stark...

- Strange thinks they are not your family and I agree with them. It could be dangerous.

- Please. Please Mr Stark."

Tony softly kissed his hair.

"If the weirdos down stairs agree, we could. But tomorrow. I need to recharge my anti-spirit batteries."

Peter laughed.

"Of course.

- Those guys will stay tonight. We should... Tonight it would be good if I ... Stay with you. For sleeping.

- I'm not scared anymore Mr Stark.

- Let's say I am then."

Peter nodded and stood up.

"I should go apologize to our guests.

- Strange may want to talk to you. You'll join me after ?

- I will."

Tony straightened in front of Peter.

"I have one last question... Peter, why did you try to take off you hand from mine ?

- I didn't Mr Stark."

Tony licked his lips and smiled. Peter seemed perplexed.

"Go. I'll be there."

He lay down on the bed and checked his phone. He watched the waves analysis his machine registered. Different parallel wavelengths appeared when the shadow did. They became clearer with the voices.

"What are you... And why are you parallel and equals... When the voices were so different at the end? "

He locked his phone and closed his eyes.

"Peter... Where did I bring you?"

He woke up when he sensed Peter's breath on his face. He opened his lips a bit. Peter had to be just onto him.

"Tony..."

A chill traveled through his skin. Their breath melted. He moved his hand to his pupil's hair and opened his eyes slowly. Peter's cheeks were red. His sclerotic too.

"Peter...

- I..."

Their lips almost touched eachothers.

" I didn't want to wake you up, whispered Peter.

- I couldn't care less."

Tony wanted to kiss so much it hurt his chest. But it was too soon. Barely a year too soon. Peter's nose touched his.

He suddenly toppled to top Peter. His hand was still in his hair. He slowly estranged their mouth.

"Go to sleep little one. I'm not leaving you."

Peter nodded and closed his eyes. He looked ashamed. Tony kissed his cheek for a long time.

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Paranormal vacation part 1

Starker fanfiction !

In this world, legal majority is at twenty-one oyears old.

English isn’t my first language, sorry for the mistakes !

Peter Parker had what man could call a sad life. At five, he lost both his parents. At fifteen, his oncle Ben who adopted him died. At twenty, his aunt May passed out.

The happiest part of his life was his meeting with Tony Stark, a rich scientist who reoriented himself in real estate. Peter met him at a young scientists contest, where he impressed him with a highly tensile yarn he called the "spider-web". As thin as a fishing line, it could support the weight of an adult human.

When Peter lost his last family member alive, he wasn't twenty-one. Tony became his legal tutor until the boy's majority. They were now living together for a few weeks in Tony's personal tower.

The forty was quite worried about his pupil. Peter didn't leave the tower, keeping his shutter closed. He lived in the dark, only going out of his room to grab food. Tony wasn't even sure he had shower.

It was the twenty third day of this misery when Tony decided it was enough. He knocked on Peter's door.

"Can I come in kiddo?"

A noise that seemed to be a yes answered him. He entered the room. The young genius was lying down on his back in the middle of the bed, his head hanging out of it flabbily. He seemed dazzled by the incoming light. Tony closed the door behind him.

"What it is Mr Stark ?

- I was thinking of getting on vacation.

- Your work is all your life.

- Well thank you for that you insolent. Actually, I owned a manor in Scotland. I've never been there. We could go for maybe a month.

- I don't know Mr Stark..."

He sat down on his bed. Tony joined him.

"I ... Don't really think about travelling lately.

- Well, I can imagine what you are thinking about, and travel would be a better matter of concern.

- It's really kind of you Mr Stark but ...

- There's no but. We have a plane tomorrow."

Peter finally faced him, his eyes were tired and red. Tony smelled a powerful musty smell. Tony assumed this was the reflect of pure depression. He put his arm on Peter's shoulder and pulled him against his chest.

"We both need a change of landscape for a while."

He kissed Peter's hair softly.

"Pack your things tonight. And you may want to have a shower before we go."

Peter chuckles.

"Okay Sir."

Twenty eight hours later, they opened the door of an old creepy manor. It creaked.

A maid had the whole house cleaned up earlier this day, but the house still looked old and empty for a long time. It seemed to be darker than the evening itself.

"Well, let's visit ? Asked Tony with a brief smile.

- Ok."

They first had to turn on an old generator to bring electricity in the manor. It didn't seem safe for the two genius.

The kitchen and the living room were at the ground floor with the bathroom. On the first floor, they chose two of the four rooms to settle down their stuffs. They installed their portable lab in the cave and let the attic empty.

After a ride longer than an hour to find the first house and shop, they cooked, and ate on the couch.

"We should add some lights, suggested Peter.

- Good idea. I brought our new reactor to try it here. We could go hiking tomorrow morning and work on it in the afternoon.

- We could do that, yes. I thought you wanted vacation ?

- Well, work really is my entire life."

Peter laughed a bit and Tony's felt warmed.

They ate quietly until they heard noises upstairs. The wooden floor was cracking.

"Are they... Footsteps ?"

Tony looked up. The noise disappeared.

"Only the wood working kiddo. Don't you worry. It's only us in here."

Peter nodded but went closer to Tony anyway.

"Shit... Said Peter after a long silence.

- What's happening ?

- I forgot to tell MJ and Ned I left the city for a while.

- Well, we'll work on the network too. I didn't connected this place for now."

Tony was turning his head to smile to Peter when he stopped. He saw a shadow moving outside the window behind Peter. Something knocked on the glass. Peter followed his glare.

"Did you see something ?

- Wood, surely. I'm not use of being at the ground level. Or seeing trees."

Peter put his head on Tony's shoulder.

"Damned rich man.

- You do like this part of me.

- I may like it yeah."

Tony took his phone to read a scientific article be download earlier while Peter just enjoyed the quiet place.

"Can you read in voice aloud ?

- An article about energy converter ?

- It could help me sleep. Or make me cleverer.

- Right. You need both of this things."

Peter laughed again. Tony's heartbeat increased.

He loved this kid so much. Tony had always been a loner. In his youth it was him against the world, then him trying to save the world with new safe energy. He always fought alone. Everything changed when he met his beloved pupil. He first wanted the kid to become his heir, but then, he wanted him to be closer to him. Peter was the only person Tony wanted to see everyday. And after all Peter went through, Tony wanted to make him happy. If he could be the cause of his happiness, the world would be just perfect.

He asked himself what kind of feeling could this be. After years of denial, he had to face reality. He loved Peter more than everything in this fucking world.

Midnight was a few hours ago when Tony woke Peter up.

"Hey child, time to go to bed."

He accompanied him in the room. When he was about to leave, Peter took his hand.

"Mr Stark...

- Tony's enough Peter.

- Tony..."

It was the first time Peter accepted to call him by his first name.

"I didn't sleep so good in a long time. Thank you.

- Don't get used to it kiddo."

Peter smiled.

"I'll try not to."

When Tony left, Peter heard the footstep once again. He closed his eyes peacefully. It was just the wood working.

Tony woke up at nearly eleven am. He dressed up with his hiking outfit and prepared breakfast. According to the water noise coming from the bathroom, he assumed Peter was washing himself .

The house was welcoming in the day light. Tony opened the windows and smelled the fresh air. He didn't notice that the closest tree to the window was at least eight meters away.

"Hi Mr Stark"

Tony turned around to meet Peter, only wearing a towel. He was handsome. Tony internally slammed himself.

"Hi Peter. I'm doing an omelette.

- That's why there is dark smoke in the kitchen !

- Holy shit !"

Tony ran to take his carbonised meal out of the fire.

"It would be less dangerous if I cook the next time.

- Shut up and go dress up."

Peter smiled. He looked less pale and tired than before.

"Try not to burn the manor in the meantime."

They hiked tree hours before they sat down on an hill. The Scottish sky was grey but it didn't rain.

"I miss her so much."

Tony looked at Peter who lay down. They had never spoken about this delicate subject since the funerals.

"May would have loved this place. When I was younger, Ben and she used to bring me out of the city to walk."

Peter grabbed softly Tony's hand.

"Those are wonderful memories... I wish... I wish it wasn't only memories."

Tony stayed silent put press his thump on Peter's hand. After five long minutes, Peter sat up again.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to make you unconfortable.

- It's alright. I'm not used to comfort people. But you can talk about them anytime you want to.

- Thank you."

They went home walking and joking. Their previous conversation had crannied the wall Peter forged between them when May died. Tony's heart felt lighter.

They spent the afternoon connecting the house to Tony's new generator and to internet. They enjoyed themselves and at the end of the day, they fell on the couch. They were both nightcrawlers, not used to feel tired at 9pm.

"We should take some rest... Suggested Tony.

- Yes... What's tomorrow planning ?

- I saw there was a wood stock, I could cut a few logs to make a fire in the fireplace. There is a lake thirty minutes drive from here. We could have lunch there.

- I'll prepare the picnic in the morning.

- Try not to intoxicated us.

- I do not promise anything about the quality of the food."

They laughed while joining their rooms.

Tony woke up with the alarming feeling of being watch over. He turned on the light. The room was empty. He opened the shutter and the window. The morning was fresh and raser sunny. He dressed up and went to the garden to cut wood.

After a lot of logs, the awkward feeling came back. He wiped the sweat on his forehead and eyelash. After adjusting his view, he saw Peter, sitting on the outside table, foot on the bench, staring at him.

The young man turned his head a few second when he met his glare and then focused again on Tony. His face was unusually red. Tony smiled.

Sometimes, he had the impression Peter was blushing while looking at him. He could feel shyness and even seduction in his words. He rarely even wondered if Peter wasn't in love with him. His rational part took usually over, and he persuaded himself that it was only admiration, at most a crush. After all, he always sucked at reading people's emotion.

Tony didn't even know Peter's sexuality. They had never spoken about it. He wouldn't risk their relationship to discover the truth. Peter was aimed to be his heir, the futur of his company. When the young man would be twenty-one, Tony would share his businesses with him. Officially put their both names on the society he built.

Stark had no doubt anymore about his own feelings. He loved Peter. Massively. The moment he let the boy come in his life, he didn't expected he would have such an impact on him. He thought about profiting of Peter's apparent crush. But Peter was much younger than him. That was what stopped him first. Then, he acknowledged that he wanted more than just sex. He wanted Peter to love him. He wanted a real relationship with him. As long as his pupil wouldn't be sure of his feelings, he wouldn't take the risk to destroy their bond. Peter had to be the one to do the first step. Even if Tony was barely sure that his pupil liked him. He could have misinterpreted the signs.

Two years ago, he asked Peter not to contact him for a month. He needed space to order his mind and heart. To decide what he was going to do, according to this unwanted love. When he made up his decision, he felt peaceful. He could look at Peter, spend time with him, desire him, admire him in silence. Love was still there, like a little but unwavering flame. He could wait for him. The day Peter should learn how deeply he loved him, he would. For now, Tony didn't want Peter or himself to inflame.

Anyway, he liked to make a little fun of the situation sometimes. He stretched slowly his muscles, which tended his white tank top and black jean. His eyes didn't leave Peter's. The young genius seemed to like the view. He blushed harder. Tony smiled again and went back to work.

Stark joined Peter an hour later in the kitchen. The younger was cutting tomatoes. The table was filled with food.

"I'll finish preparing lunch in a few minutes. Is the lake still on our plans ?

- Yes, said Tony."

He stood near Peter to grab water. Peter's checks turned red again. Tony drank looking tenderly at him.

"I'll take a shower and we can go.

- Ok.

- You still have dark circles around your eyes.

- I had some nightmares tonight. Thought I heard strange noises. At least, I can sleep, and that's a great begining.

- True."

When they sat on the couch this evening, the wood was cracking again. Peter was playing on his phone while Tony read some articles on his.

They both jumped when something knocked on the window.

"Those stupid trees ! Raged Tony.

- Well... There is no tree close enough to make this sound in fact. I checked this morning."

Tony frowned. He walked to the window and opened it. Peter was right.

"There really is nothing that can explain this noise..."

Peter joined him.

"This place is kind of scary by night, isn't it ?

- Yes it is.

- Do you believe in paranormal activities ?

- I'm a scientist Peter. Paranormal is just science unexplored yet.

- How do you explain the knocking then, mister scientist ?"

Tony observed the field around the window. He bit his tongue. There was no reasonable explanation. Tony smelled a disgusting odor, like they were near a sewer.

"It's probably a bird. Maybe a wild cat.

- I hope you're right.

- Of course I am. We should put some music."

Tony took his phone. It was already 2am.

"Well, maybe tomorrow. It's late. Go to bed.

- I'm not a kid anymore. You can't just tell me to go to bed ! Peter laughed.

- I am the adult, I decide ! Don't test my authority."

He ruffled Peter's hair and let his a hand in it. Peter was as tall as him. Even a centimeter taller. Tony realized it now. Peter avoided his glare, finding interest everywhere else. They were close. Tony could kiss him. He knew at this exact moment Peter wouldn't refuse.

Suddenly, Peter opened his eyes widely.

"Be...behind you..."

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