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mrstarkidontfeelsogood1603 · 3 years

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Nightmares

This can't be real. Peter thought. No, he knows it. He is standing in that warehouse again with the Birdguy. He is talking to him and everything is happening like the last time. The guy is sending his wings towards Spiderman, but also not really to him. The problem is that Peter realized this just a few seconds to late. He knows what's about to happen next, but instead of changing something it all happens the same again. The problem is that Peter then realized he can't move. He just can't move his legs to run away, when the warehouse is falling on him. It feels ten times badder than the last time and so real. He can smell the dust and need to chough a few times. 'Why is it happening again?' Peter asked himself. He still can't move under the building and this time didn't bring the strength to even lift it. He was stuck. He also couldn't breath, there was to much dust around him. He just couldn't.

Suddenly the location switches and Peter is on Titan again. And again there is the dust, this time not only in his lungs. He also can feel himself turn to it. But this time he is alone. Mr. Stark isn't by his side. He is in fact also there but standing a bit away and watching the boy angry. 'I told you not to come!' He yells. 'Why can't you just act this one time like an adult? Huh? Oh wait I forgot because you're just a kid. It was wrong bringing you to the Avengers. I mean look at you! You're just a dumb kid!' Peter could feel the tears burning in his eyes and falling down his dry skin.' Oh wow, now he is crying... What are you? Four? Do you want to run to your mommy? Oh wait.. I forgot.. ' He looks the Spiderling dead into the eyes.'She's dead. Like your dad and uncle. Because of YOU' Peter couldn't help it anymore. Now he is crying and sobbing like a litte kid. He still can feel the building, that wasn't even there anymore, on top of him, as well as himself turning to dust. Slowly and painful this time.

He can't breath anymore. It all felt so real. He can't handle it anymore. He was right, Mr. Stark thought about him as a failure. As a mistake to take him in.

'' Boss, it seem Mr. Parker ist experience a panic attack as well as a nightmare. His heartbeat is way over the normal and he is struggling breathing. I would suggest you go checking him. ''

Tony, of course, was already on his way to the boys room. Worrying about his kid.

When he came to his door and opened it, Tony could see Peter wimmering in his sleep and crying. He was also breathing very fast, like he couldn't get enough air and at the same time like there was no in his room.

Tony hated to see his kid like this and sat beside him on his bed. Peter just cried more and more and Tony wished he would knew what caused the boy so much trouble sleeping. He gently touched Peters shoulder and started shaking it. '' Hey, Underoos. Wake up please, it's just a dream. You're safe.''

Peter suddenly jumped awake and tried to reconized his soroundings. He still felt like he couldn't breath and heard his family in his ear. Still whispering what kind of a failure he was and that most of them where happy to be dead already. As he felt a hand touching his arm he jumped from the bed, to the corner of the other side in the room, to get away. Then he realized that it was Mr. Stark who touched him, still sitting on his bed, looking sad at Peter. '' Hey Pete, it's just me. Come here its over, nothing is going to happen to you. '' As much as he wished to crawl back into his bed and believing what his mentor said, he couldn't. Peter still would see Mr. Stark looking at him like he was dirt, a failure, a mistake to trust him, but most importantly just a kid.

Tony flinched when Peter shook his head in his corner and turned away, starting to cry again. He stands up trying to get to the boy and help him up, when said boy whispered. '' Please, I'm sorry. I know I'm just a dumb kid and you can have the suit back. I know I'm not good enough for it. I'm so sorry Mr. Stark about what a burden I am to you. '' Tony looked at Peter and couldn't believe what he just heard. What did he said? Where did that come from? '' Pete please, listen to yourself. Whatever your thinking, it isn't true! You're not a burden to me and you are definitely the only person worth it wearing this suit. More than anybody else! I beg you, please just stand up and come here to me. Let me help you. '' Peter looked at the man, tears still streaming down. This time all he could see in his eyes was sadness and confusion. He wasn't angry anymore at him. So Peter slowly stood up, leaning against the wall for support, his legs shaking from exhaustion. He tried to go to his bed but tripped because of his weak legs, but Mr. Stark catched him. '' Whoa Pete. Slow it down, come here. '' They both sat down and Tony hugged him thigtly. Peter, still unsure what to think, accepted the hug and snuggelt into his mentors T-shirt.

It smelled so much of Tony, that Peter couldn't feel different, but save. He realized that all of what had happend where just bad dreams. Nothing really real, or at least not for the moment. He started crying again, silently this time. But Tony still reconized at the wetness of his shirt. He tried to relax Peter while stocking the boys curls. '' What was it about? FRIDAY told me that you had a bad dream which also caused some kind of panic attack. Wanna tell me what happend? '' Peter nodded slowly, but he still needed time and that was what the man gave him. Enough time till he was conftable to speak. Which took like another thirty minutes.

They where lying in Peters bed now, Tony still hugging the younger one. While Peter also still tightly gripped the man's shirt. '' I had a very bad dream. '' Peter started, Tony listening. '' I was with the Vulture again, but couldn't move. The warehouse fell on me again, and I still couldn't move or even breath. Everything was so dusty and then it changed.'' Tony listened patiently at the boys story, feeling sad for him to relive that all over again. '' It suddenly changed and I was on Titan again. Turning to dust but slowly this time and much more painfully. I didn't even thought that was possible. And then... then there where you, standing in front of me.'' He breathed slowly to calm himself before he started speaking again. '' You where saying this things... '' The boy sniffed again. ''What did I say, Underoos?'' Tony asked gently. He of course already had an idea what was coming now and didn't want to force his kid, but he needed to know. '' You.. You said these things about.. about m-me. You.. you sa-aid that I was just a dum.. dumb kid and that it was a.. a mistake taking me to the avengers.'' He sniffed again, and tears started falling again silently. How could someone cry so much in such a short time? Tony thought. He was so sorry for his kid, but also felt like that this wasn't all. '' Did I said something else to you Pete? '' The Spider boy needed a moment but then started again. '' You also said, after I started crying, if.. if.. I wanted.. to-.. to go run.. to my.. my mommy... and then you talked.. about all... all of them being happy.. not needing to live at my side.. anymore.. '' Oh dammit. that where horrible things Peter's mind was showing him. The boillionare couldn't belive it. '' Oh Pete. That is so horrible. I'm so, so sorry for you. But I hope that you know that all of it was just a dream, right? I would never say such mean things towards my favourite kid. You know that right? '' Peter nodded again. '' Yeah, I know. ''

After a little while longer Peter was finally totally calmed down and half alseep, when Tony wanted to go back to the labs. The man slowly tried to stand up, without interrupting Peter to much when he heard the boy saying. '' Please stay. Just tonight.'' He tought about it, when Peter again whispered. ''Please dad. I need you.'' Okay now he was definitely staying. ''Sure thing kid. Just move a bit to the side for me yeah?'' He did as told and snuggled again at Tonys chest. Before exhaustion could knock both of them out, Tony mumbled. ''Night kid, love you.'' As a response he just heard the boy snoring and then fell asleep himself.

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ilovereadingandilovebreathing · 5 years

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Ooo I have a few weakness for irondad stuff ._. Could you maybe write Peter taking care of his dad? Or maybe Tony noticing how strong Peter is and how much he has to hold back during hugs? Or hmmm what about comfort cuddles? Honestly anything would be fine though ^-^ cause I love what you write and as long as you have fun with it I'm pretty sure I'll love it! But yeah! I hope maybe these suggestions help ^-^

IronDad writers have literally been making and breaking my whole life these last few months LOL How about all 3?? Great suggestions, Nonny! I appreciate you. This helped immensely.

Random AU in which May is dead and Tony adopted Peter. Shocking, I know, but you said dad, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Characters/Genre: Tony Stark & Peter Parker (IronDad & Spiderson); mostly hurt/comfort, tbh

⚠️ warnings: mentions of gun violence (yes I brought up Ben. Don’t hate me.), crying, broken body parts

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“Hey, Pete.” Tony tried to keep his tone light as Peter fluttered around him like an anxious little bird; the boy muttered quietly to himself as he pushed various pieces of furniture a few inches to one side, looked over the set up, and then pushed some of them back the other way again.

“Pete.” Peter seemed to not hear Tony at all as he breezed toward the kitchen at a brisk pace, quickly returning with a cold compress which he absently laid on the coffee table just out of Tony’s reach.

“Peter!” Tony’s tone was loud but not angry as he called out to the teen; Peter jerked to a stop, seeming to come out of a trance as he stared and blinked at Tony for a good five seconds before speaking.

“Yeah? Why’re you yelling?”

“Because I tried to get your attention in a normal person way, but apparently you’ve focused all of your energy on scuttling around like a frightened hen instead of allowing your ears to pick up sound outside your own head.” Tony accentuated his comment with a grin to show Peter he wasn’t truly upset with him, but Peter’s face fell anyway, his eyes wide and shimmering as he pointedly only looked at Tony’s face. “Oh, sh- Awh, buddy...”

[[MORE]]

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Tony. I didn’t mean to upset you. Please just relax. I can go to my room if that’ll make you feel better. Or I can just leave all together, I guess; I’m sure Rhodey or Happy could-”

“Kid. Stop. Before you give yourself whiplash.” Tony sighed and gestured for Peter to walk toward him. “Come here.”

Peter stayed frozen in place, a look of horror washing over his features that might have been comedic if Tony didn’t know it was genuinely wrought from a place of fear.

“Pete. You’re not gonna break me, kid.” Tony grimaced when Peter flinched, catching the mistake far too late. “You know what I mean. Just get over here or I’ll come over there.” Tony reached for the crutches propped nearby, wrinkling up his nose and making a mental note to get to the lab to make a suitable replacement when Peter wasn’t looking. If that was possible.

“No! No no no! I’m coming; I’m coming. Don’t move!” Peter scurried over to Tony and stopped inches from the side of the couch; his eyes shone even brighter than before, and Tony braced himself for the inevitable flood. Peter hadn’t cried since everything started, and he knew it was only a matter of time before the kid’s guilt shattered him to pieces.

Tony shimmied back so that his side was against the back of the spacious sectional sofa, patting the now empty space beside him. Peter eyed him warily, finally looking at all of Tony before letting out a shaky sigh.

“Please, Tony.” Peter whispered, his voice catching painfully. “I....I can’t. Not yet.”

“Okay.” Tony reached out a hand, and Peter took it slowly, eying Tony in case he tried anything. Tony smiled stiffly and rubbed his thumb over the back of Peter’s hand while studying the boy’s face carefully. “It’s not your fault, Peter.”

Peter jerked violently and dropped Tony’s hand; he stared in disbelief at his mentor-turned-father, his mouth slightly agape and nostrils flaring. “That’s...how can you say that?” His voice was low, but his tone was bitter and biting though Tony knew Peter’s ire was not aimed toward him. “You wouldn’t be in this situation if it wasn’t for me.”

“I mean, you’re not wrong.” Tony sighed at Peter’s shocked expression. “You definitely played a part in this situation, but so did I. And so did the idiot who didn’t know how to stop or redirect a pair of ice skates. I guess he was shocked that a toothpick could pick up such a hunk of meat.” Tony snorted but immediately ground his teeth together when his comment didn’t soften Peter’s gaze at all. “Look, Pete. Times were had. Mistakes were made. Tonys were dropped, and a foot was broken, but it’s not the end of all things, okay? I’m not a fragile little porcelain bird; I don’t always shatter when I fall, but this time just happened to be a bad break. No pun intended.”

“But that’s the point!” Peter was actually on the brink of a breakdown, his voice manic with fear and guilt. “You’ve done so much in your Iron-Man suit, and you’ve ended up okay. I’ve been so careful to control my powers, but the one time I decide to have a little fun, I screw everything up by being careless, and now you’re hurt!” Peter threw an arm toward Tony’s left foot which was encased in a red cast and propped on a stack of throw pillows that had come with the couch.

“It was fun, though.” Tony drew up a fond if not slightly devious smile. “I haven’t been carried around like that since I was a kid. I felt like a five-year-old. And the look on that guy’s face. I’ve never seen a man more terrified of me. Did you hear how he said, ‘T-Tony Stark?!’” Tony brought his hands to his mouth in a cartoonish manner, eyes comically wide and teeth chattering like a frightened Scooby Doo. He quickly dropped the façade and smirked devilishly. “I wonder if he thinks we’ll sue. We’ll hold off on making a statement; that’ll be plenty of karma for my foot.”

Peter’s brow creased at “we,” but he stayed silent, pulling and twisting at the edges of his sweater’s sleeves and worrying his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Pete, I can’t truly have fun with the situation if you’re all pouty like that.”

“What’s fun about this?” Peter grumbled and slouched with his arms crossed.

Tony laughed out loud, startling Peter with the boom in his tone. “Now you look like the five-year-old. There’s plenty that’s fun. I can order Happy around in a way I haven’t been able to since Afghanistan. He’s even better than you at the worried hen impersonation.” Tony just wrinkled his nose at Peter’s sidelong glare. “Pepper won’t dream of getting on my case right now; at least, not like normal. A short break from Stark Industries stuff is a nice change of pace. Definitely no Avengers stuff for a while which is fine with me. I need time here to settle in with my kiddo.” Tony’s features softened when Peter’s cheeks heated with a blush; the teen refused to meet the billionaire’s gaze, so he continued on quietly. “My son. My adopted child named Peter Parker who is one of the best things that’s ever happened to me, regardless of what has happened or will happen. Sleepless nights and broken feet and all.”

Peter worked his jaw painfully, his lips curling and uncurling as he fought with himself.

Tony lightly snapped his fingers and gestured for Peter to meet his gaze, smiling a closed-lipped smile that reached to his eyes before quietly but firmly declaring, “I forgive you, Peter.”

Peter didn’t react at first. He stared at Tony for a moment with his jaw clenched so tight Tony worried he might break a tooth, but then twin tears broke free when Peter blinked for longer than normal, and his face crumpled. He let his head fall forward into his hands as quiet, broken cries tore up and out of his throat.

Tony reached out and tugged lightly on Peter’s sweater until the boy finally acquiesced and dropped onto the very edge of the couch, sitting parellel to Tony. Rolling his eyes, Tony sat up and pulled Peter into his arms, cupping his son’s head with one hand as he cried into Tony’s shoulder. “I know, buddy. I know. It’s okay. I’m going to be okay. And so are you.”

Peter finally wrapped his arms firmly around Tony’s midsection, clinging to the back of his sweatshirt, and Tony tilted his head to rest against Peter’s.

Tony gasped when Peter’s hug became just a bit too hard, squeezing the air out of him, and he felt Peter stiffen in his hold and try to pull away. Tony, however, had no intention of letting go of his kid until his cries died down, so he held Peter tighter and reclined back against the couch, giving them both a second to readjust before sliding his hand back into Peter’s messy curls.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Peter was muttering repetitiously into one of his hands which was balled in a tight fist against his mouth, trying in vain to keep in his cries.

“I forgive you, Peter. For everything. I’ll never get mad at you for loving me.”

“But I hurt you.”

“On accident. While showing how much you love me by having fun and hugging me. I’m not mad, buddy, so I need you to get out whatever guilt you’re feeling, okay?” Peter took in a gasping breath, and it finally clicked for Tony; he rested his chin on Peter’s head and murmured into his hair. “Not that I don’t think you love me or anything, but what’s really got you so worked up?”

“What do you mean?” Peter stuttered quietly.

“I know you feel bad about dropping me, but we both know I could’ve gotten out easily and that it was the other guy’s fault, not yours.”

“But I snuck up behind and surprised you.”

“So? I could’ve told you to put me down, and I know you would have. Please, kid, you gotta tell me what’s had you creeping around me like a hand-shy stray kitten for the past few days.”

Peter was silent save for his cries, and Tony looked toward the ceiling and closed his eyes, willing himself to be patient.

After a full minute of silence, Peter sighed heavily.

“...You know what happened to Ben?”

“Only what you’ve told me.”

That wasn’t entirely true. Tony had definitely dug up what he could on Ben Parker’s murder, and, putting Peter’s and his pieces together, he knew Peter had his powers when his dad’s brother, a police officer and Peter’s guardian at the time, was shot outside of a gas station in Queens while trying to stop a mugging. Unarmed. Tony had come to understand so much about Peter after reading about Ben’s case.

Tony’s wandering thoughts halted when Peter cleared his throat.

“It’s just...I was there...the night he died. I was in my crummy old Spider-Man costume, watching Queens from a building near the gas station.” Peter sighed a deep, trembling sigh, and Tony felt tears drip onto the hand that held Peter against him. “I heard them yelling, but I figured it was some drunk guys fighting over a lotto card or something, but when I really listened, my enhanced hearing picked up his voice. I tried to web over, but...it was too late.” Peter’s voice cracked and trembled. “So now, knowing that I have these powers that can do good...that could have done good...I don’t want to do anything else, you know? I never want my powers to be a bad thing, so it just sucks so much that I hurt my dad-” Peter cut off with a sharp intake of breath, biting his lip hard and squeezing his eyes shut though tears still leaked out. “That I hurt you, especially after everything you’ve done for me. I just feel so bad.”

“I know.” Tony readjusted them so that Peter’s head rested against his shoulder; his tone was low and even in Peter’s ear. “I know you get your moral compass from Ben and his self-sacrificial nature, and I’m so glad you had someone as loving and dedicated as Ben to raise you during your formative years.” Peter shook against him, his breath coming in short bursts, and Tony wrapped both arms around Peter to secure him as closely and tightly as possible. “But, Peter, you have to drop this guilt, okay? I know I didn’t know Ben, but he wouldn’t want this for you. He’d want you to be living it up and happy with me. Not mulling over something you didn’t have control over. Multiple somethings.”

Peter continued to whimper into Tony’s neck, and Tony just held his newly adopted son, hoping his words sunk in as he allowed the boy to cry himself out as he needed to. The stress of the last day, really the last year since May’s passing, had really worn Peter down to the bone. Despite his healing abilities, Tony had noticed the frequent glaze that settled over Peter’s eyes and the hoarse undertones in his voice. The kid was sleepless, running himself ragged at night being Spider-Man and searching for May’s killer. (Peter has never confessed this, of course, but Tony knew there was a reason Peter just couldn’t seem to make curfew....Plus he’d used FRIDAY to make Karen tattle, but for now, Peter could believe she was keeping it all on the down low.)

Tony had heard (read: read online) some teenager adoption stories that were outright horrific, but the majority of adoptive parents just warned about emotional instability, pushing boundaries, and the critical step of forming strong relationships. Tony had definitely experienced the first two, mainly before he’d even had a reason to adopt Peter, but he often worried about that last part. Was he forming a strong relationship with Peter, built on boundaries and actual bonds? He doubted this often, especially when Peter exploded or they disagreed loudly, but right now, with his kid in his arms and finally, if not too carefully, hugging him back, Tony told those fears to back off.

Peter was his kid, and Tony loved Peter Parker more than any other teenager in the world.

Superpowers, broken foot, crying mess, and all.

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