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thewritingcaptain · 5 years

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Bloody Thing and Broken Wings

It’s been six years since the Snap. In a world where Tony Stark never met Peter Parker and said hero wasn’t snapped, he had no motivation to go back and reverse it. But what happens when an injured Spider-themed vigilante crashes into his daughter’s balcony in the middle of the night?

I’ve been sitting on this one for a while, but it’s become really popular elsewhere so I decided I would move it here, too. I’ll probably transfer all my stories over to here as well eventually, but it might be a while, admittedly. There’s a lot.

Also, I can’t take credit for the title on this one, although I love it dearly. Anyway, I won’t blabber too much. I hope you all enjoy! Chapter 1 below the cut!

He's sleeping when it happens.

Well, if he's being honest, when is he ever sleeping? Rarely, even these days. So no, he's not sleeping. He's laying in bed with his wife, holding her close and wishing he was sleeping when it happens.

The sound of lots of glass shattering from a short distance away is what jolts him up. Tony bolts up in the bed, hissing out a panicked breath through his teeth and already letting the nanotechnology take shape around him.

"Tony-" Pepper is sitting up too, her eyes wide as she stares at him. "What-"

"Stay here until I'm sure it's safe," he orders without waiting for her to finish, and is gone from the room after his daughter in an instant.

This is why he hates coming into the city. Pepper had to come in for a big board meeting, and since Morgan also wanted to come, and he's the one who'd have the time to take care of her… well, here he is. But when he's at home, at their cabin in the woods, far removed from the rest of the world, life-endangering shit like this doesn't happen. No one even knows they exist out there except for a select handful of people, and certainly no one does anything crazy or dangerous like attack a tower and bust out a window.

Not that he's sure it's a window necessarily that was knocked out, but a direct attack is the most likely option. He's always had a lot of enemies, and now a lot of people blame him (and/or Cap) for the Snap. He'd done the best he could, though, and it wasn't his fault Cap didn't listen to him when it mattered. He knows that; the general public didn't necessarily know it, though.

He was fine with that. Was used to living that way. And now, after six years, the worst of it was over. It was awful, but the world had started spinning again, had picked up and kept moving. He had been spared from the worst of the grief going on around him; no one majorly important to him had been dusted. He knew people, sure, many of them heroes, but he had Pepper and Happy and Rhodey and most of the team were still around. So while he had moments where he was upset, and he'd certainly been affected, he isn't half as bad off as most people. If anything he is grateful for it to an extent, for giving him the possibility of the future he now has.

A future that's possibly now in danger with that loud crash.

He runs into Morgan's room, expecting to find his daughter probably freaking out or hiding in the bathroom to avoid whatever made that sound. Instead he finds an empty room.

"Morgan?" Tony shouts. If there's someone in the Tower, if someone took her-

"Daddy!" His little girl's voice comes from outside of her room, somewhere else on the floor. Tony rushes out and into the living area, which of course, has a glass wall to the outside, and maybe that's where it came from, and Morgan is out there, although he has no idea why and if someone is out there with her he's going to-

All of his thoughts skip to a stop when he sees the sight in front of him.

Morgan is there, all right. She's kneeling in a pile of glass, but she appears to be okay. The person she's kneeling beside, however, is not. A crumpled form of a person in red and blue. Blood is spreading rapidly underneath them, but Morgan seems too preoccupied with the masked vigilante to notice it's getting on her too.

"Morgan?" Tony calls cautiously.

Her little head snaps up, wide brown eyes full of heartfelt despair fixing on him immediately. "Daddy! Help! It's Spider-Man, but he's hurt!"

Tony stifles the groan in his throat at the look in his daughter's eyes. Spider-Man. The only hero post-snap, really. Sure, the Avengers were around still, most of them, and they'd come to duty if they were called, but… they'd failed. None of them really wanted a repeat. Although considering just how badly they'd failed, it probably wasn't possible for it to happen again on that scale.

Especially now. The stones are gone; Thanos destroyed them shortly after the Snap. Cap and Scott had come up with a half-baked plan of time travel, a little over a year ago now, but Tony hadn't been able to figure out how to make it work. In truth, he didn't really want to. It wasn't worth the risks, not for him. And so the Avengers had mostly retired, and stayed retired. Spider-Man was the only one who could still be found swinging around all the areas he always had, although he'd expanded to cover more ground in recent years. He could be found almost anywhere in the city, now, but Tony remembers the days when he was still just a Queens superhero. He's always kept tabs on him - probably more diligently in recent years, what with his lack of old preoccupations and also because he knew inside that if by some twist of fate he decided to go bad, he was the only one around who could be close enough and willing to try to stop him. His fears in that area had always proved to be folly, but he didn't stop.

He's also saved his neck a few times from keeping those tabs on him, in everything from keeping the authorities away to sending them in depending on the situation and the danger of it. He was also the one who'd anonymously donated his new suit. Still, no one knows that but him.

The suit he'd given to the vigilante was in shreds, based on the look of it. Lord only knew what he'd gotten into or how he'd ended up here, but Tony knows he has to act fast, or there'll be no saving him.

"Daddy!" Morgan cries, more insistently, apparently mistaking his thoughts for hesitation. "Please!"

"I'm coming," Tony responds immediately, walking over and carefully crouching beside the vigilante. "But you gotta go, hun. Back to bed with you." He tries to shoo her gently away, but the little girl dodged his attempts.

"I can't!" she exclaims. "He's stuck to me!" She holds up her arm, which indeed has the hero's hand clamped around it, and gives it a slight shake to show she's telling the truth. His hand doesn't budge at all.

Tony sighs. He knows he could just make her take the jacket off and be unstuck, but… Spider-Man is her favorite hero. He knows trying to make her go anywhere will be greeted with a tantrum that will know no bounds. "Okay," he concedes. "Well, I need to move him to be able to do anything for him, Mo. Why don't you grab his legs and we'll haul him to the Medbay-"

"No!" Morgan looks at him like he's insane. "You can't take him to the Medbay! All the doctors and nurses will see his face!"

"Yes, but they'll also save his life," Tony explains as patiently as he can. "He's really hurt. I don't think I'm qualified-"

"But you're Iron Man! You've been hurt before and patched yourself up! Mommy has helped! You guys can do it together!" Tony frowns, unconvinced, but she pushes on, giving him the puppy eyes. "Please, Daddy! You can't trust them! Not with that, not without his permission!"

It's the last part that makes him pause. If it were him, he'd be pissed to find out that someone had exposed him without his permission, even if it were to save his life, he admits to himself, begrudgingly. Sighing, he nods. "Grab his legs, then. We'll get him into a room and-"

"Oh my God!" Tony looks up to find Pepper standing in the doorway, staring at the scene in front of her with horror. Of course she didn't stay in the bedroom until he gave her the all clear like he told her too. She's just too stubborn for that. "Tony, what the hell is going on?"

"I don't-" he starts, but Morgan cuts him off, springing to her feet.

"He crashed through the wall, Mom! It looked like he was already asleep when he fell." Then she raises her arm, beaming, showing Pepper the same thing she had Tony. "Look! He's stuck to me!"

Tony and Pepper exchange a look. They both know that the Spider-Man is not exactly asleep but neither of them really want to say it. So Tony clears his throat and asks instead, "How did you see what happened, Morgan?"

The six year old shrugs. "I had come out to the kitchen to get a snack. He crashed in while I was on my way back."

Her parents exchange another look, but neither of them wants to ask her what she was really doing up right now and they both know they don't really have the time to waste interrogating her. So he just nods and gestures Pepper over, and together they all carefully lift the unconscious hero and carry him to the nearest guest bedroom. The only thing they get in response is a feeble groan.

Well, that's a good sign. At least he's still alive. But he won't be for much longer if they don't staunch that bleeding.

Tony looks over at his wife and daughter. At some point, the hero's hand had fallen off of his daughter's arm, and now Pepper is kneeling in front of her, looking over her for cuts and making sure none of the blood on her pajama pants is actually hers. Tony lets out a long breath, running his hands through his hair. This is a bad idea, and he needs help Tony isn't sure he can satisfactorily provide, but he doesn't have much choice, now. Even if he hadn't agreed to Morgan to take care of him himself, it's the middle of the night. A little after three am, a quick glance at the nearest clock confirms. Even if he decides to call an outside doctor, it would be too long before any of them get here.

"Take Morgan and get her cleaned up and back to bed," he tells Pepper, stifling a sigh. "I'm going to see what I can do here. I'll call for you if I need you."

Pepper nods, throwing one last worried glance at the vigilante spread out and bleeding on their guest bed before picking Morgan up and sweeping out of the room.

Tony retrieves the nearest first aid kit and returns to the bed. This is the uncomfortable part. At the very least, he and Pepper and probably Morgan too will end up seeing the masked hero's face. Not to mention with the extent of his wounds, he's going to have to undress him. He knows how to get the suit off - he designed it, after all - but he feels semi-bad for invading his privacy. Still, it's be revealed to (and be seen nearly naked by) a total stranger or die from his injuries, so assuming the young hero has any sense, he knows what he would have picked were he conscious.

So Tony hits the spider emblem on the chest and watches all the bits of it that are still cohesively attached un-suction from his body, then carefully maneuvers him out of the suit. There's some faint moans coming from above him, but he ignores them for the most part.

Once it's off, he simply tosses the remains of the suit to the floor. The room is already going to need a major cleaning after this anyway, and he'll deal with it when he gets the time.

He approaches the top of the bed again. He's left his mask on up until this point, but if the way it's soaked with blood is any indication, the man underneath has at least one head wound. Leaving it on is not an option. So, as gently as he can, he grips the edge of the mask and pulls it off.

Then he freezes.

Under the mask is… a kid.

Well, he's not probably legally a kid, but even if he isn't, he's definitely not very old. Tony would bet the tower he's standing in right now that he's not even old enough to drink.

Just his luck. Although whether it's good or bad, he isn't sure yet.

And then he sets to work on him. First stopping all the bleeding he can find, then cleaning the wounds, sewing them up if needed, bandaging them, setting the bones that he can see are broken. He doesn't know what Spider-Man got into, but it clearly messed him up good. Broken ribs, a leg that seems to be shattered in a way he doesn't know if he can even set properly, burns and lacerations all over, a nasty head wound, and multiple other wounds that appear to be similar to gunshot wounds but are cleaner and with no clearly defined enter and exit holes.

When he's done, he's a mess. His clothes are probably ruined, what with the amount of blood all over him, and he's also got it all the way up to his elbows, literally. Still, the kid is still breathing, and the worst of his injuries are taken care of, so he considers it a win.

He goes into the bathroom and scrubs his arms off the best he can, knowing there's no point in changing clothes before cleaning the kid up but still wanting rid of the nasty feeling of another person's blood coating his hands. So he washes his hands before filling up a small tub with soapy water and returning to the kid on the bed.

He sets the tub down and carefully gets the comforter, which had soaked up most of the blood, out from under the kid so that he's no longer laying in it, then tosses it to the floor with the ruined suit before laying him back down. There is no point in cleaning him up while he's laying in a puddle of his own blood.

It's while he's working on cleaning him up that Pepper finally returns. She stops in the doorway and looks apprehensively over the scene in front of her. "How is he?" she finally asks, quietly.

Tony looks up at her when she speaks and then turns his attention back to the kid in front of him. "Young," he murmurs, before he can really think about it. "And… it's pretty bad, Pep, but I think he'll make it."

"You think?" She glances at him, brow furrowed.

Tony simply sighs and looks at her, pained. "He lost a lot of blood, okay? And I have no idea what the inside looks like. He could be bleeding internally or something and I wouldn't have any idea." He looks back down at him, brushing a lock of wet hair absentmindedly from his eyes. "He's so young. I never expected…" He lets the sentence trail off, realizing he has no idea what he'd actually expected, but this wasn't it.

Pepper always seems to know what he's thinking without him actually having to say it, though. She just shakes her head. "He's probably barely an adult," she agrees, her voice barely above a whisper. "I wonder if anyone is missing him right now."

"No way to know until he wakes up," Tony says. He sighs, rubbing his eyes once. "Help me move him to a clean guestroom? Preferably where we can keep an eye on him." Closer to them meant closer to Morgan, too, he knew, but he needs to keep an eye on him. If something changes before morning… Anyway, it's not that he's worried that the man in the suit would hurt her, but more so that she'll sneak in and bother him, but there isn't much he can do about that besides have Jarvis keep an eye on her room too and alert him to it. Hopefully he can catch her before she can bother him, come morning.

"Of course."

A few minutes later, they have Spider-Man settled into a clean guest room down the hall from where they're sleeping, and have the other one cleaned up as best as they can do. Tony knows he's out of stuff to do, that he can and should go back to bed and hopefully actually sleep, but he just can't do it. He's got too many thoughts swirling around his head. He showers, thinking maybe that will make him feel better, and maybe help him relax enough to sleep, but no such luck. So after he checks on everyone else in the tower, he does the only thing he can do: he goes to his workshop and goes to work.

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