“What do you mean the baby isn’t yours?” You asked, wide eyed in complete shock.
“It’s Jimin’s…” Tae began, his thick brows knitted together in despair and heartbreak, “There’s no way that the baby can be mine, it has to be Jimin’s. I can’t call the police and tell them about the accident because he’s the father of Yumi’s baby, I can’t do that to her… Or the baby.” His eyes welled up with salty tears, Yumi must have meant much more to him than you’d thought.
Cautiously shifting closer to him you rested your hand on his tense forearm to try and comfort him, however your efforts deemed futile as he brushed you away from his body and stepped back. “Y/N… I don’t know what to do-, she doesn’t know that I know, that I’ve figured it out… I don’t even think she knows about Jimin and the car.”
“How did you figure it out?” Your voice merely a whisper as the shock of the situation pierced through your body, a cocktail of jealousy at how much your ex boyfriend cared about his mistress and genuine heartache for what he was going through. Yumi and Jimin were expecting a baby, and yet Jimin had no idea.
“The dates don’t add up, she must’ve conceived before we even had sex; and as for the accident… Ask Jungkook, you guys seem to be getting pretty close.”
Tony not only looked at everything Peter texted him, he remembered. The old lady with the churro, quitting band- he was watching out for Peter even when HALFWAY ACROSS THE WORLD, flying his incredibly intricate metal suit USING A PAIR OF GLASSES, muttering to passerbys “teenagers” and then giving the scolding of a lifetime when he made a mistake. He believed in the 15 year old because he knew how it felt to be ignored.
And then the 15 year old believed in him right back- and not only did he believe, but he did it with such strength and passion that it gave him Actual Physical Power to do what he thought was impossible.
In their own messy way, they kind of complete one another