Irondad Oneshots

Flashback (Part 2)

Peter watched Bruce as he looked over Peter's wrist.

Tony sat with him. Peter still got worried when Tony wasn't close.

"You look okay. I think you're good to go."

Tony looked up. "Thanks, Bruce."

Bruce nodded. "Of course."

Tony squeezed Peter's shoulder. "Want to go see to the team?"

Peter gave a small nod. "Yeah."

Tony opened the door, ushering him into the hall. "Hurry up. They're waiting."

Peter rolled his eyes. "You don't say."

Tony glanced over Peter several times. "You okay?" He asked once.

Peter nodded, glancing up. "Yeah, dad. I'm okay."

Tony sighed. "I'm not mother henning you. I'm just worried."

Peter shrugged. "I'm fine."

Tony ruffled his hair. "Mentally or physically speaking...?"

Peter groaned. "Shut up."

The door to the main room opened, and they walked in.

The team was sitting around, the couches occupied.

Nat looked up as the door opened. Her face lit up. "Peter!"

The others looked up, greeting him.

"Hey Peter."
"How are you feeling?"
"Finally awake I see. I thought you'd sleep all day!"
"Man of spiders!"

He grinned self consciously. "Yeah, yeah. I'm awake Clint. Hey Nat. Hi Thor. Steve. Bucky."

Tony sat on the couch, Peter beside him. When they were comfortable, Peter leaned against Tony. "Can we watch a movie?"

Nat tossed him the remote. "Yeah. Clint and Thor haven't seen Hercules yet."

When the movie was going, the team gradually fell asleep, all leaning on the others.

Peter and Tony were the only ones left awake, and even they were getting tired.

Tony looked down at Peter. "Hey. You better go to bed before you fall asleep here."

Peter buried his face in Tony's shirt. "Nnnnn. Wanna stay. Don't wanna move."

Tony grinned softly at his tired son. "Okay kid. We'll stay here."

He listened to Peter's breaths slowly evening out, and leaned his head back.

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Peter woke when the alarm went off. Tony and the others were already awake, each of them suited up.

Tony noticed Peter, and squeezed his shoulder. "Hey. We got called out. Be back in a bit."

Peter nodded slowly. "O-Okay. Stay safe."

Tony nodded, giving him a hug. "I will. You stay here."

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Hours later, when they returned, he immediately knew something was wrong.

He was in the medical bay when Natasha rushed in, barking orders at the doctors.

"Get that bed ready! We'll need oxygen, get the defibrillator here! Have a team standing by!"

Peter shot up. "Nat, what's wrong? Who's hurt?"

Her eyes met his. The pain in them shocked him. "Peter... it's Tony."

He shook his head. "No." The door opened, and Steve carried Tony in.

The doctors rushed around, getting Tony situated, getting him on oxygen, taking the armor off.

Natasha gripped Peter's shoulders. "He'll be okay, Peter. He'll be fine."

Peter shrugged her off, going to stand beside Tony.

He felt tears rising, and a lump filling his throat. "...dad? Dad, please. Please wake up."

His dad was unresponsive, chest barely rising, monitor beeping steadily.

He waited, terror filling his heart. "Please, daddy. Please." His voice was childlike. "Please? You said you weren't going to leave me. You have to wake up."

He fell asleep there, head on his arms.

When he woke up, it was to Tony thrashing around, his eyes open, but not seeing.

Peter grabbed Tony's hands, gently pushing Tony back down. "Calm down. I'm right here, dad. It's okay."

His voice broke. "Please. Wake up. It's okay. I need you to wake up."

He gradually calmed, and his eyes fluttered open. "...Pete?"

Peter sighed in relief. "I told you to be safe."

Tony winced. "Yeah. I know."

Peter leaned down, resting his head on Tony's chest. "You're so dead."

Tony raised his hand slowly, resting it on Peter's curls.

"I know."

Peter closed his eyes. " 'M tired. Shh."