Irondad Oneshots

Don't look back

Am I ever going to stop whumping Peter and Tony?

No.

No I will not.

Presumed character death, so...

Yeah. I really like hurt comfort, as I'm sure you guys can tell.

Yeet.

"I never did thank you, you know. You saved my daughter."

Peter stared at the pacing man through the bars of the cell. "Then why are you keeping me tied up like some experiment?"

"You've got to understand, Spidey. It's nothing personal. Not with you, at least. And I regret hurting you, but it's the only way to get to Stark."

The teen shifted uncomfortably. "It's not gonna hurt him if you to hurt me. I'm just his intern."

"Sure you are." The man in front of him was middle aged, and looked for all the world like a friendly stranger you'd see on the street.

That's what made him terrifying.

It was a trap, of course.

When Tony got the distress call from Karen, he knew that it was a trap.

But he went anyway.

He wasn't going to leave Peter alone with some madman.

He would have gotten out, but then a gun was held to Peter's head.

“Get out of the suit.”

The deep voice came from behind them, and Peter felt the cold metal of a gun press to his neck. "Or I'll kill the boy now."

The Iron Man suit folded up back into Tony’s arc reactor, leaving the man vulnerable in a stained T-shirt and jeans. "Don't hurt him."

“Get on the ground, and put your hands behind your head."

Tony complied, putting both hands behind his head and kneeling on the cold floor.

“Cuff him."

Two other agents quickly put Tony in handcuffs, roughly shoving him to the ground once finished.

"Bring him to the cells. The boy to The Room."

"He won't be able to see you. Or hear you. I've essentially made him blind and deaf. You get to watch him die feeling like he's alone, just like my daughter. No comfort. It will be long, drawn out, and painful."

"You're a monster," Tony spat. "You're sick- he's a child!"

"So was my daughter."

"Let him go, or I swear I'll-"

His words were cut off by the door screeching open, and the limp body of the teenager being shoved in.

The soft cry of pain choked off as the guard kicked his ribs, replaced by muffled sobs, and ragged breathing.

"Goodbye Stark. Wouldn't want to be in your place for the next few hours."

After the voice cut out, no sound was heard save for Tony's frantic reassurances that Peter couldn't hear.

Clutching desperately at his own chest, Peter sank against the wall, breath rattling in his throat. "Please- please it hurts- someone-"

Sobs echoed around the large space as visibly black tinted blood flowed through the teen's body, climbing his neck. "I don't wanna die, please I don't wanna die-!"