Sorry it took forever - I don’t have a ton of experience with this sort of thing even though I live in Wisconsin lol
Hope you enjoy it! Includes: mentions of alcoholism, hurt/comfort
Peter’s drinking was becoming more and more apparent. Maybe the kid thought he was fooling everyone but Tony saw through it. He’d been there, using alcohol to boost his confidence. Peter used it to relax, stifling his anxiety with by drowning himself. But it was affecting his work and the others were concerned now too.
Tony wasn’t going to watch Peter destroy himself like he had down so many years ago. He forced Peter to join him on a weekend retreat, isolated lake house in Maine. No alcohol on the premises, and no way for Peter to get any once Tony had him there. After the boy had passed out their first night there, Tony went through all of Peter’s belongings and dumped the booze he’d hidden in his bags. Then he repacked the Peter’s things like nothing had happened.
Peter was late to breakfast the next day, and he came to the table disheveled and pissed. Tony knee he had rummaged through his own things and probably figured out why he was here. Tony set a coffee and water glass in front of Peter. He served them both breakfast and then sat opposite the boy. Peter stabbed at his food, glaring up at Tony every so often.
“Rough night?” Tony asked.
“I’m fine,” Peter grumbled. They ate in silence after that.
Peter stayed upset with Tony for the rest of the day. The man caught Peter on several occasions, searching the cabinets and closets in the home. He slammed almost every door in the house, except for the exits. They were locked. Tony didn’t want Peter running away. It was dark before Peter plopped down next to Tony on the couch with a long sigh.
“You took my stuff,” he huffed.
“You don’t need it,” Tony replied. “I’m making sure you don’t kill yourself.”
Peter scoffed. “I’m fine…”
“And yet you needed a drink this morning?” Tony retorted.
Peter muttered under his breath and turned away from Tony.
“You’re staying here until it’s out of your system,” Tony said.
“That’s kidnapping!” Peter protested.
Tony shrugged. Peter would be irritable for a while, he knew.
And he was, especially through the withdrawals. He broke things, he snapped at Tony and sweated through it all of it. Peter reluctantly opened his door on the fifth day and shuffled out to the kitchen. Tony was attempting to make breakfast when Peter sidled up to him. “Mr. Stark…” he murmured.
Tony glanced at him and smiled. “Hey, kiddo,” he said. “Still sick?”
“N-no, I feel better,” Peter said. He hugged himself, arms wrapped around his chest. “I’m sorry… about everything.”
“I know,” Tony said. “We don’t have to talk about it.” He gestured to the table. “Have a seat.”
Peter sniffed and gave Tony a small smile before sitting down. Tony brought him water and coffee and then sat down at the table with his phone out. “We also don’t have to talk about how I burned the eggs,” he added. He tapped at the phone and pulled up a menu. He set it in front of Peter. “How does a fully loaded pancake bar sound?”
Peter suppressed his giggle at Tony’s words but nodded. “Great,” he replied, “I’m starving.” They we’re silent for a moment as Tony ordered the food for them.
“Mr. Stark?” Peter caught the man’s attention. “Thank you.”
Tony smiled at him again, “Anything for you, Peter.”