Spider-Man x Male!Criminal!Reader
Your glower nearly made the guard cringe as he removed your handcuffs and quickly closed the cell door, making sure it was locked before he scampered away. Not a minute later, and another guard opened your cell door. “Someone here to see you. Think you might know him.” She pulled a pair of cuffs from her back pouch and grabbed your wrists, snapping the metal bracelets tightly over your flesh before pulling you to your feet. “Can’t a man be comfortable around here?” You grumbled, having no choice but to follow her out. The walk was silent as she lead you by cell after cell. “[M/N].” You heard one of the prisoners grunt. “Hey, Tiny. How’s your sister?” You asked casually. “She’s good.” He called after you as the officer lead you to a back room of sorts.
You half expected your father to be sitting behind the 12 inch thick bulletproof glass, but you doubted that a billionaire who loved his toys more than you had time to visit his rascal of a son in prison. But when you saw the Spider in spandex, your glower only grew more bitter. The guard removed one cuff from your wrist and snapped it to the table, stepping back a few feet before plastering a poker face over her smirk. You didn’t even move when he lifted the mask to his nose and grabbed the bright orange phone. He gestured for you to do the same, and you rolled your eyes before grabbing the other phone. “What do you want?” You growled.
“Just wanted to see how [M/N] Stark was doing in prison. You comfortable here? Get a nice, padded cell?” He teased. “Look, if you came here to gloat, you better leave before I figure out a way to break the glass and strangle you.” You warned, scanning the room around you for any weak spots. You found one by the vent, but you doubted you’d be able to get there without having to break your thumb to slip out of the cuff. The Spider laughed, clearly amused by your threat. “I didn’t come here to gloat, just show off that I threw the worst criminal in jail.” He rested his elbow on the metal shelf, smirk plastered on his full, pink lips.
You rolled your eyes. “With the help of my dad. No doubt he made you that condom you’re wearing now. Speaking of which, how is my old man? Still looking for projects to fund like yours, Peter?” You asked, leaning back in your chair, the front legs failing to touch the floor. The boy was silent, his mouth open like he wanted to say something; but no words came out. “How’d you-” “Know your name? Simple. FRIDAY isn’t the most reliable AI in the world, she let me in when I told her I was Stark’s son; which is true. Knowing my father would be in his laboratory and disregard anything FRIDAY said, I went ahead and helped myself to his office. It’s a mess in there, by the way. I saw some papers scattered on his desks that looked like drafts of a suit prototype.” You leaned forward in your seat, the chair legs making a loud clunk sound when you landed.
You stared directly into Peter’s eyes as you said the next few words. “Underneath the drafts were files that contained your name, location and which school you went to. I know everything about you, Peter. So unless you want me to kill your precious Aunt May, I suggest you leave me alone.” You hung up the phone, the guard coming over to unlock your handcuffs. She lead you back to your cell, leaving behind a very stunned Spider-Man.
“Mr. Stark, you have to keep better security around the tower.” Peter said as he sat in the back of Tony’s limo. “What makes you say that?” Tony asked, lowering his sunglasses to look at the teenager. “Your son got inside and now he knows everything about me. He even knows where I go to school!” Tony sighed, taking his sunglasses off his face. “There’s no need to worry about [M/N], he’s locked up in the most secure prison. There’s no way he can do anything when he’s behind bars.”
Both Tony’s and Peter’s phones went off, the younger pulling his out immediately to see a live news report going on. “-a local prison estate has reported that [M/N] Stark was missing from his cell when a guard came to give him food.” An image of the guy Peter had visited a week ago materialized next to the reporter. “If you happen to see this man, report him immediately. For your own safety, remain indoors at all times; only go out when it’s an emergency. This prisoner is at large and extremely dangerous, officers are required to kill on sight. I’m Kelly Anderson and this has been the Daily News.”
“Shit.” Tony cursed. “Happy, turn around. We have to go get the kid’s aunt. Kid, you’re gonna stay at the tower for the next few weeks until they get [M/N] back. You’ll have full security, and I’ll put both FRIDAY and JARVIS on post at all times. They won’t let anyone in or out without a band. Which you and your aunt will get when we get back to the tower.” Happy pulled a 360 and quickly sped back towards Peter’s apartment complex. When they pulled up, Peter and Tony got out of the car and rushed up the stairs. Peter unlocked the door and pushed it open so Tony could come inside as well. “May?” Peter called out. His aunt shakily stood up from the couch, going around to engulf her nephew in a tight hug.
“I just saw the news, he’s loose in our area!” She cried, pressing a hand over her mouth. “Yeah, uh, Mr. Stark offered for us to stay at the tower to kind of help with security.” May looked to Tony. “How sweet.” She said, wiping her eyes. “Yeah. Well, uhm, hurry and pack Aunt May. Every second is a second closer to the guy finding us.” At those words, May rushed around the house with a suitcase, packing things ranging from clothes to a few pictures. Peter hurried to his room to pack his own suitcase, secretly stuffing the suit under his regular clothes. He rushed to the bathroom and packed his toothbrush and the tube of toothpaste. “Parker, you ready?” Tony called. Peter and May both shouted yes.
The family of two followed the billionaire down the stairs and to his car, where Happy took the luggage and packed it into the trunk. Tony opened the back door and ushered them in, glancing around before sliding in himself. Happy raced to the driver’s door, starting the engine as soon as he sat down. The slick black car surged forward and off to Avenger’s tower, the passengers all worrying about separate things.
Peter woke that night to a strange weight on his stomach. When he blinked open his eyes, he let out a surprised yelp. [M/N] quickly pressed a hand over his mouth and a knife to his throat. “Shh, shh, shh. Wouldn’t wanna disturb anyone’s beauty rest, now, do we?” Peter shook his head, his eyes wide at the sight of the escaped convict. “What are you gonna do now that you don’t have your suit? You’re helpless without it. That suit makes you who you are. Take it away and you’re nothing. Just like my old man.” The slightly older male snarled, pushing Peter’s head further into his pillow. “He treats you more like a son than he even cares about me. And I tried everything I could to get my father’s attention. I got straight A’s in school, got accepted into Harvard. Do you have any idea what the acceptance rate is at Harvard?” Peter shook his head wildly, his eyes growing impossibly wider.
“Eight percent. Eight percent!” Peter felt the knife nick his neck, the thin line burning as the blade pressed even more. “I was top student at everything! I was smart, I was popular, I was a genius! But did that get my father’s attention? No!” The hand that was clamped over Peter’s mouth was pulled back and curled into a fist. The fist connected with his nose; blinding, white hot pain shooting through his skull as blood gushed out of the broken appendage. “My father never cared about me! He was always lost in booze and women! He beat me until I was unconscious, and even then he didn’t stop!” Another punch was thrown to Peter’s face. “Every day I would come home to beatings. Every day I had to cover up the bruises he left me. I was called to the headmaster’s office at Harvard because he noticed my black eye. He asked if I had been fighting with my roommates, and I told him no. Then he asked me what my home life was like. I lied to him, because I cared about my father.”
Peter’s cheek burned from the slap the older male gave him. He tried to cry out, but the male’s hand covered his mouth again. Peter was hyperventilating, his air supply being cut shorter by the second. “The only thing that did get his attention was when I joined Loki in the destruction of New York. His friends were shocked to learn that Tony Stark’s son was a villain. Trust me when I tell you that he won’t be like this for long. You don’t know him like I do. Any moment he can snap and you’ll end up like me. A pathetic wannabe who tried to be the duplicate of his father figure.” A loud crash sounded downstairs followed by [M/N]’s name being called. Said male’s head snapped towards the door to Peter’s floor. He looked back down at the teenager underneath him. “I will come back, Parker. I’ll try to save you from him, but I can’t promise anything.” WIth that, the convict jumped off of Peter and ran towards the window, jumping straight through the glass.
Peter’s door burst open at the same moment, Tony running into the room and to the window, looking down at the streets below. Peter sat up in his bed, the pain of the cut and broken nose barely being registered as he tried to process exactly what happened. Save him from Tony? The only one he needed saving from was the lunatic of a son the man had. “You okay, kid?” Tony asked, leaning over Peter’s bed to examine his face. “Yeah, yeah. I need some ice though.” Tony nodded, heading out of the room and to the kitchen. Peter made sure he was gone before cautiously getting out of bed, slowly edging towards the shattered window. He looked down on the streets of New York, trying in vain to spot the male. Peter’s eyes landed on the rooftop adjacent to his window, spotting a figure standing in the center of it. The person’s face was tilted up to his window, and when they caught Peter staring, they waved. The person, who had to be [M/N], ran to the ledge of the building and jumped off, Peter nearly screaming in surprise.
He quickly rushed back to bed when he heard multiple footsteps in the hallway. “Here ya go, champ.” Tony handed him a bag of ice. “Thanks.” Peter held the makeshift ice pack to his nose, the blood that was once gushing like a fountain now crusted above his upper lip. “We’ll have to relocate. I have a vacation house upstate, very large and quiet. I can take you both there.” At the word “both”, Peter looked up to find his aunt standing beside Tony. He could tell she was trying very hard not to cry and ask him a billion questions while searching for any more injuries. “Yeah, sure.” Peter mumbled, looking back towards the window. What had [M/N] meant?
Peter confronted Tony the next morning at breakfast. Aunt May had made pancakes with a side of bacon and eggs. Tony was sitting at the head of the table when Peter entered the kitchen that doubled as a dining room. “You have to tell me about your son.” Peter slid into the seat directly across from Tony, staring hard at the newspaper concealing the billionaire’s face. It was silent for a few minutes before the superhero sighed and folded his newspaper. He tossed it on the table in front of Peter, the headline standing out like a beacon in the night. “PSYCHOTIC SON OF ANTHONY STARK ESCAPES PRISON. BELIEVED TO BE ARMED AND DANGEROUS.” Tony stared at Peter for a second. “You wanna know about my son?” Tony pointed to the newspaper. “That’s all you need to know.”
The teenager glanced at Stark before picking up the newspaper.
“[M/N] [middle initial] Stark escaped Alcatraz on March 4th, 2017. The teenager-” Peter’s eyebrows rose. “-killed two guards and badly injured a third. An exclusive interview with Officer Roy Swanson, the injured guard, lead us to believe that [M/N] had escaped for just one sole purpose; and that’s to go after his father, Anthony Stark. Stark has been unavailable for questioning since the night of the escape, but reporters say he is currently building up his defences against an attack. All citizens of Queens, New York is to remain indoors until further noted. Only go out in emergencies, for the son of genius Anthony Stark could be getting his supplies from his father’s industry.”
Peter glanced up at Tony, his mouth set in a firm line. “We have to stop him.” “There is no stopping [M/N]. Once he has his mind set on something he..he never gives up. And for all we know, he could be somewhere in France or even Italy.” Peter shook his head. He opened his mouth to tell Tony that [M/N] promised Peter he’d come back for him, but decided it personal and closed it again. “Well we have to do something.” He opted for a few minutes later. Tony scoffed and shook his head. “Knowing [M/N], he has friends all over the globe. There’s no telling what he can get his hands on or what he’ll do with it once he has it.” Tony ran a hand through his hair and sighed.
“I knew I should’ve done better as a dad. I...I took out so much anger on him. That’s not right. I ended up like my own father” Tony’s voice cracked and his eyes glazed over with years of held back depression. “He was my kid, he was supposed to be happy. Instead I..I beat the living shit out of him because I was drunk. God, I still remember those nights where he’d be too scared to come home.” Peter’s brows forked with concern for Tony, but his eyes prickled with tears of sympathy for [M/N]. “I should’ve done better, I should’ve cared for him. Peter, you have to understand that I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I didn’t mean for you and your aunt to be put in danger because of my mistakes.” Tony took in a shuddering breath but kept his gaze trained on the traffic below. “When I recruited you for the internship, we got along. And after a few months, I thought that I could sort of start over with you. I treated you like I should’ve treated him. I’m sorry, Peter.” Cautiously, Peter stood up from his seat and crossed the room to stand beside Tony. “I’m sure he’d understand if you apologized. If you tried to give him a one on one, you guys could work it out. Sure, he’d still have to serve his sentence, but at least he won’t try to kill anyone again.”
Tony shook his head. “Not that simple, kid.” The billionaire stepped away from the window and picked up his coffee mug, strolling over to the bar to fill it up to the brim with scotch. He took the bottle with him as he made he way to the elevator to go to his room. Peter watched after him, his mind reeling with the information. “How old is he?” He asked. Tony stopped in his tracks, the elevator doors opening with a ding. “19.” Tony stepped into the elevator and the doors closed, skewering the view of the sad man. What he confessed had confirmed [M/N]’s speech last night. If Peter could somehow just get the two in the same room together. Peter snapped his fingers and ran off to the elevator, taking it down to the first floor before dashing out the front doors of Avenger’s tower.
“You’re telling me that Spider-Man needs help taking down a mental case?” Peter shrugged. “Well, yeah.” The man sighed and flopped down on his couch. “Am I getting paid?” Peter shrugged again. “I can ask Mr. Stark. So are you in?” Wade hopped up from his couch. “Of course I’m in! I get to see another looney! Oh, Spidey, I’m so excited. Hold me.” Wade stepped forward with his arms out. Peter backed up, shaking his mask covered head. “Now listen to me, this dude is crazy. I’m gonna try words first, and if that doesn’t work, that’s when you pull out the big guns. Literally.” Peter eyed the gun that was on Deadpool’s hip. “No problemo! Hey, did you know that about 40 people are reading what you’re doing right now? We’re in a story! How cool is that?!” Wade gushed. He looked to some point behind Peter’s shoulder and spoke again.
“Boy does Danny have you in for a surprise! There’s gonna be a big fight scene, Stan Lee might be there, and I finally get to team up with Spider-Man! And lemme tell you, readers, Spidey’s ass in spandex is spectacular.” Peter’s face flushed red as he turned around to face the wall. “Who are you talking to?” He asked, inspecting the walls for any signs of a camera. “Just Danny’s watchers. Can you believe he has three hundred and thirty-three?! It’s amazing, really. He and his girl put a lot of effort into this story, so you guys better like it. If not, I’m coming through that screen of yours.” Peter deadpanned at the mental state of his friend.
“Anyway, do you still have that bunker? You know, the one you built when you said the Koreans were gonna bomb us?” Wade nodded, looking back at Peter. “It’s upstate. Near the school for “gifted youngsters” or so Patrick calls them.” The teen tilted his head. “Patrick?” Wade nodded again, heading over to his kitchen to grab a couple beers. He held one out to Peter, but the teenager shook his head vigorously. “He’s the guy who plays Professor X. Real nice guy. Younger version was played by James McAvoy, nice looking guy but nothing beats Ryan Reynolds. That dude’s a hunk.” Names of people Peter’s never heard before came spewing out of Wade’s mouth as he continued talking. “Okay, just be ready whenever I call you. Don’t shoot unless he attacks first.” Peter instructed, quickly leaving the disgusting apartment.
About a week after [M/N] had broken into Avenger’s tower, Tony had relocated Peter and his aunt to the new Avenger’s base. Of course, it wasn’t easy getting there, seeing as Peter had indirectly taken down the plane that held Tony’s valuable projects and many of his suits while trying to stop a supervillain. As pissed as Tony was, he only checked to make sure Peter was okay and that there were still some salvageable parts. Peter was just coming back from Wade’s rundown apartment, sneakily bypassing Happy and several security guards. When he made it to his room, he let out a held in breath and turned around. Only to squeak and open the door again. [M/N] sat in the middle of his bed, examining a silver knife that lay in his palm.
He looked up from his blade and met Peter’s gaze with [e/c] eyes wild with determination. If Peter squinted, he could see the pain that lay beneath the enthusiasm. “Close the door.” He motioned for Peter to come over. Hesitantly, Peter closed the door with a quiet snap. He came over and stood beside the bed. “I’m sure you’ve seen the news, read the papers, talked to my dad. There’s nothing he can’t hide, Peter. Come, sit.” [M/N] patted the spot beside him, and Peter carefully crawled on the bed to sit next to him. He knew he shouldn’t be so close, but Peter had a lot of questions; and if getting killed was the result of getting answers then at least he could die a satisfied man.
It was silent for a few moments while the two sat on Peter’s bed. “I’m not crazy. I’m just..upset. My dad wasn’t a dad, he was a drunk bastard. A tramp. A lunatic. I guess I am kind of like him, though. I beat my ex girlfriend, that was the first time I went to prison. Second time was when I had broken into my father’s lab. Stole some prototype suits. Of course he put a tracking chip in it and called the cops before I could disable it, so that was my second time.” You let out a huge sigh, scrubbing a hand through your [h/c] mane. “Third time was when you knocked me out during that little battle between the two groups. Course I sided with Cap cause why would I side with my dad?” [M/N] turned to face Peter, placing the blade to his right.
“I know this situation is hard to take in, and it may seem confusing as hell to an outsider, but trust me when I say that Tony Stark is not who he seems to be. He’s much different underneath, I should know.” The apparent teenager lifted up his shirt and twisted a little so his side was visible. A long, jagged and pale scar traveled from his hip to his neck. “W-what happened?” Peter’s fingers ghosted over the skin, and [M/N] quickly pulled his shirt back down to cover the goosebumps. “He threw me through a window, scared the hell out of the neighbors. He pulled me back inside and took a piece of glass from the window and carved into my side. It was hard hiding that one, at first. I wore bandages on my chest at all times, I would change them after I took a shower. I hand did my stitches, which wasn’t bad for someone who’s never picked up a needle in his life. By the time it healed, I was able to continue on like normal.” [M/N] shrugged, gazing down at his lap.
“[M/N]..you guys could work it out. Patch things over and just move on. Your past shouldn’t define who you are now.” Peter scooted closer, placing a hand on the male’s cheek. “It doesn’t have to be like this.” He whispered. [M/N]’s gaze bored into Peter’s, the older male’s eyes giving away the confusion and hope he was hiding. Without realizing, Peter leaned in and brushed his lips against yours. You inhaled sharply, but didn’t pull away. You let your eyes flutter shut the second time Peter kissed you, memories of the pain forgotten as you hesitantly kissed back. Your eyes flew open when a creak in the hallway sounded, and you quickly pushed away from Peter and grabbed your knife, darting towards the window. Before the door had even fully opened, you were out the window and dashing off the grounds of Avenger’s base.