Irondad Oneshots

Something to last forever

I had been a foster kid for my entire life.

My parents had died when I was small, and I had no living family known.

The homes I'd been placed in were crappy, to say the least.

Beaten at some.

Starved at some.

But then I was taken in by NYC's resident genius-billionare-playboy-philanthropist, Tony Stark.

We were really close.

I thought of him as my dad.

He cared for me, fed me, hugged me, talked to me…

I thought it would last forever.

And then my long lost aunt showed up.

Demanding custody of me.

They went to court.

And then, one day Tony didn't show up.

The social worker said he dropped out.

Said he didn't want me.

And not to contact him.

And what was I supposed to do then?

The one person I trusted was gone.

So I went with them.

I stopped being Spiderman.

I left my friends.

I moved to a different state.

Cooperated with them.

For two years.

Until I finally lost patience.

And went home.

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I hesitated at the edge of the giant fight.

I was scouting out the playing field in my old costume.

Not the underoos. The suit Mr Stark made me. Most of the functions were still activated.

It didn't seem like the avengers needed help at the moment, but I pulled on the mask anyway, and swung in.

A girl was backed into a corner, one of the machines holding a gun on her.

I landed on its back, stabbing my hand into the mass of wiring, and jerking sharply.

The red eyes stopped glowing, and it slumped to the ground.

The girl stared at me. “S-Spiderman? No one has seen you in two years!”

I winced under the mask. “Yeah. Had to sort out some problems. You okay?”

She nodded swiftly. “Yeah, yeah! Just- be careful. We need our hero.”

Then she stood on her toes, and kissed the side of my mask. “Good luck.”

My eyes widened, and I had to stop myself from stammering.

“Get to safety.”

She turned and ran, glancing back over her shoulder once.

Behind me I heard a yelp of pain, and spun to see Falcon- Sam falling out of the sky, his wings damaged.

I shot webs in his direction, and tried to catch him.

But I wasn't fast enough.

He slammed into a pile of rubble, clouds of dust rising, and hiding his figure from view.