Spiderman Oneshots

save the day

Hey!

surprise, I am already back! I just realized that I had one more one shot already translated and waiting to be uploaded, which I completely forgot about... oops

But well, that means that you get two one shots on two following days, so I guess it's not all bad, right? I just read through it and the English is kinda horrible, so sorry about that, but I'm also too lazy to rewrite the whole thing, so I guess this will have to do for now...

Tony has had a bad day. Not only a slightly bad day, more like a really damn shitty completely horrible day, on which everything that could possibly go wrong, went wrong. It had already started horribly. He had woken up at four am, tears streaming down his face, his whole body drenched in sweat and trembling because of a nightmare.

Nightmares were something he had grown used to, but it hadn't been this bad for a long time. He had dreamt that Peter had died. It had been his fault. Peter had been kidnaped, to blackmail him. He had thought, that he could outsmart the kidnappers. He had found out where they held Peter and flew there as Ironman. He had even managed to knock them out.

But as he had neared Peter, the teenager had yelled at him to not come closer, no matter what. But Tony hadn't listened and had run towards the teenager. Something had exploded, right next to Peter. Tony had been protected through his suit, but Peter was completely unprotected. As Tony reached him, he had been covered in blood. Tony could see the pain in his eyes, even though he had tried to hide it.

Tony had known that it was too late. Not even Peter's super metabolism could fix this. He had tried everything, but there was no use. He had broken down next to the down next to the lifeless body of the boy, had sobbed and begged him to come back to him, but his dead eyes, that wouldn't look at him full of joy ever again had only continued to stare into nothing.

He had woken up sobbing, his whole body trembling. Even now, hours later, he still saw the blood covered body and the dead eyes of the boy, that he saw as his son, every time he closed his eyes. And even though he had been tired, and even though it was in the middle of the night after only two hours of sleep, he hadn't dared to try to go back to sleep.

He had been scared, of the pictures, that would surely haunt his sleep and turn his dreams into nightmares. So he had gotten up and went to the kitchen to get a huge mug of coffee. At least that had been the plan. A good, warm, black coffee, as every morning. But of course the coffee machine had decided that it was the perfect day to break. Why was he a damn genius, if he couldn't even repair a damn coffee machine, because he was missing parts?

In the end, he had gone to his workshop without coffee and already being completely done with the day. He had wanted to just start working on some kind of project until he would forget the world around him. It had worked, at least for a short while. But at around eight am he had received a message on his phone. It had been from Peter. "Mr Stark, I am so sorry, but I can't come over today. May is sick, and I have to take care of a few things for her." That was when his mood had completely dropped to the bottom. Deeper than the bottom to be honest.

The time he spent in his lab together with Peter every friday had been the only thing he had been looking forward to today. But of course, that was too much to ask from this shitty day. He was sorry for May, he really was, but he couldn't help to feel upset that she had stolen his time with Peter.

He had tried everything to brighten his mood. He had listened to his playlist on full volume, but the only thing he achieved through that was a headache. He had put on his Ironman suit and flew around the city for a while, because that normally helped to distract him on bad days, but that had only caused the images of his dream to come back to his mind. Peter, covered in blood, lifeless. Because of him. So he had also stopped the flying.