Marvel/Peter Parker One Shots!

Under My Skin

A/N Written by @inkinmyheartandonthepage. Plot minorly changed.

"Keep in contact," Tony said quietly to Steve, giving him a small nod.

Steve nodded back, a serious look in his eye. "I will."

"Dad?" Peter called from across the throne room where he stood awkwardly next Stephen. He was finally out of his suit, Shuri having leant him some clothes for the duration of their stay. He looked younger somehow and out of place next to the still and tall Wizard.

"Coming," Tony said and he gave Steve one last nod before crossing quickly to Peter. "Ready to get this show on the road?"

Stephen barely contained an eyeroll but moved his hands in an elegant way so a portal would open. He eyed the way Tony wrapped a protective arm around Peter's shoulder and smirked behind their backs as they walked through together and into the New York Sanctum.

"You are able to make your way from here?" Stephen asked.

"Yeah. Thanks," Tony nodded. "We should set something up for another time. You know, when the world isn't collapsing all around us."

Stephen quirked a smile. "We could arrange that."

"Bye Capey," Peter waved and grinned when the Cape lifted a fold and waved back.

Tony caught Stephen's eye and widened them comically with a sly grin before directing Peter to the door and together they stepped out into the world once again.

"Whoa," Peter whispered as they took in the street before them.

Debris still remained scattered across the street from where the flying donut had sucked everything in the nearby vicinity, swirling it around like a blender. There were still some cars abandoned in the street but there was already a workforce out there clearing it away and shouting orders.

"This is crazy," Peter said as he took in the carnage. It was far worse than the plane crash that seemed a lifetime ago and he couldn't believe how New York was ever going to be clean again. "How long do you think this will take?"

Silence.

"Dad?" Peter turned and his face dropped with horror as he saw Tony's eyes wide, flicking from left to right far too rapidly.

His senses kicked in he could hear Tony's breath quickening, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. Sweat was starting to cling to the older man's forehead and his hands were shaking from where he held his phone.

"Dad?" Peter tried again but it was as if Tony couldn't hear him. He swallowed, trying not to panic. "Dad? Can you hear me?"

Again, Tony didn't answer.

Peter thought quickly and with decision he planted himself in front of Tony and cupped the older man's face.

"DAD!"

Tony's eyes finally ceased flickering and landed on Peter.

"Kid?" Tony mumbled and suddenly he was fumbling to get a grip on Peter, a wheezing breath filling the space between them.

"Yeah, it's me," Peter said. "I – I'm not sure what's happening."

"Panic attack," Tony managed to choke out. He squeezed his eyes shut, struggling to take in a breath and calm himself down.

"Oh! Oh, okay yeah, um, no worries," Peter nodded. "Uh, Okay just, breath." He immediately rolled his eyes and muttered stupid under his breath because that what Tony was trying to do and him saying it wasn't helpful.

Grabbing his father's right hand, Peter placed it on his chest and held it there tightly. "Can you feel my chest moving?"

"Yeah," Tony choked out, head bowing down.

"Great. Just follow my breathing, okay?" Peter took deep, slow breathes. "See, this is good right? Much better."

He started to ramble because he was stressed and panicked and he didn't know what he was doing but Tony had helped him so many times that he could do this for the man who had saved his life. They stood there on the street, huddled together while the world moved around them.

Eventually, Tony's trembles started to slow, his breathing wasn't catching in his chest and he was blinking normally. Finally, he lifted his gaze to Peter's, looking tired and drawn but a small smile on his face.

"Are you feeling better?" Peter asked.

"Yeah, much better kid," Tony said, his voice deep and rough as if he had spent the night drinking. "Thank you."

"No, it's okay. I'm not sure I really did anything," Peter said.

"You did a lot," Tony said. "Thank you,"

"Your welcome," Peter said. "Should we call Happy? Or do you want to walk for a little bit?"

"A walk," Tony decided. He wrapped his arm around Peter's shoulder, tucking him in close to his side and leaning on the kid for support as he shakily started their walk. "Fresh air, do us some good."

Peter nodded and wrapped his arm around Tony's waist, keeping him close. "Right, fresh air is good."

"Thanks, Kid," Tony said quietly as they walked. "I don't know what I would do if I lost you."

Peter squeezed him tightly. "You never will."

Tony squeezed him back.

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