IronDad/SpiderSon One-shots

Frantic calls

Third Person POV:
Word Count: 862
Content Warning: There is going to be season 14 spoilers for the television show Supernatural in this one-shot. If you haven't watched it, please do not read (unless you are okay with spoilers).
Spooktober 2022 Day Sixteen: Undead

Tony was woken out of a sound sleep to his phone ringing on his bedside table. He groaned, putting his hand over his eyes. Pepper wasn't here, so he didn't have to worry about waking her up. He grabbed his phone, removing his hands from his eyes to see who was calling. After a moment of squinting, he could see it was Peter.

Sitting up, he answered the phone. "Hey, kid. What are you doing up this late," he said, doing his best to make his voice sound like he didn't just wake up. The kid typically felt bad for waking Tony up when he called. It was usually for good reason, so Tony didn't mind, but it didn't matter. Peter had a bigger guilt complex than Tony.

Hearing a sniffle on the other end of the phone had Tony's eyes widening and him immediately waking up. Sniffles meant two things. Sick or crying. He paused for a moment before hearing a small hiccup followed by a shaky breath. Crying. That was definitely crying. Tony, again, glanced at the clock. It was almost four in the morning. Crying at four in the morning was never a good way to start the day. "Hey, you okay, kid?" Obviously he wasn't okay, but Tony was trying to be patient and calm with Peter.

"He's dead." Peter sobbed for a moment before taking a shaky breath in. "They fucking killed him and for what? Because he was too powerful? Because he killed Mary? He didn't deserve to die, especially not like that!" Peter's voice was thick with emotion, making it extremely hard to understand him. He was also talking at almost a mile a minute. He'd talked faster before, sure, but it would still be almost impossible to understand him. Well, impossible for anyone other than Tony Stark.

With wide eyes and a pounding heart, Tony immediately scrambled out of bed. When your seventeen year old son mentions two probable deaths and was crying his eyes out, it meant emergency. "Slow down, buddy. Take a couple deep breaths for me, okay?" Tony forced himself to take a few deep breaths as an example, knowing that Peter's enhanced hearing would pick up on it. He could hear Peter exaggerating his breathing on the other side of the phone. Good.

While Peter focused on breathing, Tony was trying to quickly dress himself. He found a stray pair of jeans on his floor, which he slid on quickly after practically tearing off his pajama shorts. He grabbed a random shirt off of the floor and tugged it over the white tank top he was wearing. Once he was dressed, he started to make his way towards the garage. He thought about flying, but he shut down that idea.

When Tony got to the car, he took a moment to pause and take a deep breath. "Okay. Start from the beginning," he said in a gentle tone. He transferred the call from his phone and to the car once he started the engine.

"I'm watching Supernatural, right?" Tony's entire body paused when Peter said that. He was 90% sure that his own heart stopped beating. Peter went on, oblivious to Tony's current state. "And I just finished season fourteen. It turns out Chuck has been in control this entire time and he wanted to kill Jack because he knew Jack was powerful enough to kill him. Obviously, Chuck being the dickbag he is, he didn't want to get involved. So, Dean was supposed to kill him. But Dean didn't, so Chuck did. It was terrible. And then all these zombies and ghosts and undead people just started to surround the boys, which meant that they were going to have to fight them before they died. What was worse was that Sam shot Chuck with this gun that also shot him and it was terrible because Sam can be pretty hurt now and UGH! Tony, I hate this show, but I also love this show. I don't know how I'm going to be able to finish the final season."

Tony should feel relieved. He should be grateful that the kid was calling him at this hour in the morning for something stupid like this, not an actual murder. No, this was fantastic. It meant that Peter was okay. But, Tony fully dressed in the car ready to book it to the city because he thought that Peter had gotten himself into some situation.

Sighing deeply, Tony transferred the call back to his phone and turned off the car. He got out of the car slowly and shook his head. "Hey, Pete?"

"Yeah," Peter said in a sad voice. The kid wasn't crying anymore. He sounded more annoyed than anything, but he wasn't annoyed at Tony. He was annoyed at the show.

"Let's keep the late night T.V. show watching rated PG, alright?"

But, hey, even as Tony hung up the phone and went back to bed, he still thought it was better to get a call about some weird paranormal show dealing with all sorts of undead monsters rather than a call saying that he was hurt, or worse.

A/n: I have lost absolutely all motivation😅😭 Sincerely, I apologize for this shitty one-shot and the couple more that are trying to come. My mental health is taking a real crash downhill right now (very inconvenient, I know) and it's really starting to affect my writing. I'm going to push through Spooktober, no matter how hard it is. I just want to say I'm sorry if the quality I give you guys is lacking. I feel really awful about it, genuinely. 
That's it for this chapter! Remember to drink some water, eat something, take medicine (if you have to), and rest today. You did a good job and I am proud of you :)
Till next time
- Storm