Spiderson One-shots Whump

Alone pt. 2

Tony still couldn't shake the lingering anger and guilt that was remaining after he and Peter argued.

When the kid had jumped in front of some civilians to protect them and nearly got himself killed, Tony almost felt his heart stop. Right after they came home, he felt the worry slip into a concerned form of anger.
He couldn't help but lash out at the kid, telling him he needed to be more careful.

The kid had ran out to the balcony and swung away despite Tony's protest. The teen's audacity made the anger only worse and Tony had made his way to the lab to angrily tinker his feelings away.

The AC/DC was still blasting at high volume when Friday suddenly chimed through the room, telling him Peter was calling.

Tony grumbled, figuring the kid shouldn't have ran away if he wanted Tony to not be mad. If the kid wanted to apologise, he should come to the Tower instead of calling.

So he declined the call.

It came in a second time, only adding to the frustration. So much even, that right after declining, Tony muted Friday on any topics involving Peter or Spider-Man. The kid was old enough to face him instead of being an angsty teen who needed to call.

When the clock struck 11:30 PM, Tony sighed in annoyance when he saw the red letters of Spider-Man still stuck on "Absent" on the board of all the Avengers' whereabouts in the Tower.
The kid already angered him, now he was skipping curfew as well? Tony was mentally preparing the earful he would give the kid in the morning.

But as the LEDs on the wall read 3:00 AM, Tony couldn't help but feel a sense of worry as he looked at the "Absent" still next to his kid's name.

He unmuted Friday and pulled up the live feed of Peter's location. When Friday informed him the kid hadn't moved from the alley in a long time, Tony felt his heart drop.

The kid was probably injured or cold and still refusing to come home because he thought Tony would be mad.
The mechanic sighed as he stood up from his desk and rubbed his face. He had been too rough on the kid when he'd just saved lives, even if he injured himself.

Tony let his head drop as he called for his suit and decided he would apologise to the kid and take him home for some medical attention or a cup of hot chocolate to warm up the spiderling.
When the suit formed around him he took off to the location Friday had on display for him.

A few minutes later he landed in the alley.

He could still see some webbing that hadn't fully dissolved yet and headed further into the alley. He did not expect to find this.

He saw the kid laying on his back in the far corner of the dark and frankly disgusting alley. Tony couldn't help but feel a terrible foreboding feeling as he approached the kid.

He was so still. Peter was never still.

As Tony got closer, he could see the blood that had spilt from his kid and had weaved between the cracks of the floor he layed on.
Tony felt his heart stop.
He got on his knees and took the mask off.

His son's face was pale but his cheeks still had a lingering flushed colour and drying tears on them. He looked peaceful.
Tony pressed a shaky hand under the kid's jaw and couldn't draw in a proper breath when he was met with cold, clammy skin that did not hold a pulse.

Tears were cascading down his face and dripping onto his kid's slackened feathures. He gathered the small frame into his arms and buried his face into the soft curls, not being able to hold back the sobs that were rapidly increasing in their intensity.

He had yelled at his kid.. And he died thinking Tony was mad at him.
Tony whispered apologies and broken pleas into the curly mop of hair he would ruffle as he rocked back and forth.
Everything seemed distant.

The broken father didn't even notice when Happy and Rhodey stopped near the alley and found him, cradling his boy to his chest. He didn't notice the hands pulling him up to stand, guiding him to the car and adjusting the kid so his seatbelt could be buckled around the both of them, the teen's face now tucked carefully under his chin.

Tony stared ahead during the entirety of the ride, not even processing what was happening. All he had eyes for was his kid in his arms and he was so still and it's my fault and-

"Tony. You gotta let him go man.. he's gone.." He looked up, seeing his friend's concerned face in front of him, pointing to the bed behind him.
The billionaire blinked, he didn't even know how they'd gotten to the Medbay.

He numbly stared down at his kid. If only he hadn't argued with him, he would've been home for a bit longer, he wouldn't have been in that alley..
He'd killed his kid..

Peter had died but so had Tony's heart.

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I don't have the energy to look it over so there's the chance it really sucks. And I couldn't really ground myself while I was writing so I'm sorry if there's weird grammar that doesn't make sense. Everything felt foggy.

Maybe tomorrow I can edit things if necessary.
Thank y'all for being so patient with me.

Anyway,
Bye for now,