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fire

summary: there's a fire in a lab in the tower and peter is in the room.

3rd pov:
it was a beautiful day outside.

was

peter is in his personal lab, working on upgrading his suit like always. tony and bruce aren't around at the moment because they're at some conference that he doesn't know the name of.

"friday?" peter mumbles.

"yes, peter?"

"i can't find my soldering kit.. can you see it?" he asks while looking around the lab. friday doesn't respond right away, so peter figures she's scanning the room.

"i cannot seem to locate it within this vicinity, sorry peter," friday sounds apologetic.

"that's okay, thanks." peter gets up from his seat, and decides to go looking for it elsewhere. he walks quickly up to his bedroom in the tower, and starts to get worried when he smells something burning, running the rest of the way there.

peter had used his kit earlier in the day on a workshop project for school while he was in his room, and he thinks he might've left it on by accident.

"shoot, shoot, shoot!" peter shouts, sprinting once he gets to his hallway, smoke coming from his room.

he bursts through the open doorway, eyes widening at the growing flame on his desk.

"friday!! turn on the fire alarm!" and right after he says that, peter hears a blaring tone go off throughout the building, and an electronic voice telling everyone to evacuate.

peter rushes to unplug his kit, and swears under his breath as the bookshelf above his desk catches on fire. he quickly runs from the room to the kitchen, and finds the fire extinguisher, but by the time he re-enters his room, his bookshelf has fallen from the wall, flaming books everywhere.

"fuck!" he yells, no longer caring if friday tells on him for swearing.

"peter, i advise that you evacuate at once, help is on the way," friday reassures. peter knows he should leave, but he also knows that he can't, not without doing his best to stop the fire. he jumps over to his window and opens it as fast as possible to let out some smoke.

he's getting nervous. tony always tells him to be careful when using a soldering tool in his room. covering his mouth with his thin shirt, peter runs out his room and to the kitchen where he was sure was where tony kept a fire extinguisher.

peter groans and runs his hands through his hair several times when he notices that the extinguisher is not in its place.

"what am i gonna do, what am i gonna do, what am i gonna do?" he mumbles to himself while pacing back and forth, "wait — oh my god!"

peter sprints all the way back to his room and his eyes widen enormously seeing a flame spew from the doorframe. peter audibly whimpers before once again covering his face, taking a deep breath and carefully going into the room to look for the notebook that his father had given him before he died.

peter tried not to get defeated by the fact that his bookshelf had already been engulfed by flames and he still looked quickly. he looked to the ground and saw what appeared to be a torn bit of a familiar front cover.  it slowly dawned on him that it was his father's notebook, the one that he had written in whenever he got an idea, the one that he had given to peter to put his own ideas in — not to mention, the last thing that peter still has of his father's, other than his eyes.

peter lets out a scream hitherto unimaginable. he felt as though his head was going to pop off with how much force just hit his vocal chords. he chokes on a sob followed by a cough, which is when he finally remembers the situation that he's in, and hurriedly swings out the still open window. he sticks a landing on a nearby rooftop and watches the flames burst from his window, and god, does he ever feel bad.

-

"kid?"

"t-tony," peter sobs and hugs his mentor, receiving an affectionate back rub. "i'm so, so sorry! i really didn't mean to start it i- i really didn't i promise!"

"hey, woah, take a breath with me okay? come on, look at me," tony takes peter's face in his hands and looks in his eyes, and begins taking exaggeratedly deep breaths so that peter can follow, which he does. "you're a tough kid... i know you aren't just crying over a little accidental arson. spill."

peter sniffs.

"i lost the notebook from my dad in the fire. i saw part of it burning," he trails off. peter's head snaps back up at the loss of tony's arms around him, and he sighs seeing the man walking out of the room.

i knew i was being melodramatic.

peter resumes crying, blowing his nose once, maybe twice in the span of two minutes, when tony finally returns, holding his hands behind his back.

"what?" peter asks confusedly as he gets handed a copybook by tony. the man scratches the nape of his neck.

"it was mine from when i was in college. i spent a lot of late nights with that bad boy," he chuckles, "and i know it can't replace your dad's, but i hope it can maybe making losing your dad's a little less... painful."

peter starts bawling and throws himself into tony's open arms, feeling at home more than he ever has.
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(not proofread)

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