Peter Stark

Chapter 11 - Peter's Flashback

Peter's POV

"I love you Dad," I said.

"I love you too bud." He hugged me. "Be good for your mom for me and do your schoolwork," he said gently, placing a kiss on the top of my head.

"Please be safe. Come home." I cried into his shoulder.

"I'll try. I love you." He stepped back and called his armor. He listened to something in his earpiece. "Yeah, yeah. I'm coming," he said as he took off, flying to fight an army of killer robots. I snuck down to the storage room and grabbed an earpiece off the shelf. I muted myself and put it on. I listened, flinching every time my dad was hit. I listened as Mr. Captain America said they were going to die, and I freaked out. I called Dad on a private line.

"Bud? Why are you calling? Are you okay?" he asked.

"Mr. Captain America said that you're all going to die. You can't die, you have to come home."

"How did you even-" he stopped. "You know what, never mind. I-"

I heard Steve Rogers, AKA Captain America, over the radio. "Tony, who are you talking to?" he asked. "We found a w-"

"Steve, we're about to die, so please leave me alone for a few minutes," Dad snapped.

"Dad," I said.

"Yeah, bud?"

"Mr. Captain America was trying to tell you they found something."

"Did you take one of the earpieces?"

"Yes..."

"How many times have I told you, those are on the top shelf for a reason."

"Obviously not enough. You're supposed to be a genius, figure out a better system than just placing them on the top shelf. I can climb," I sassed.

"Well, what am I supposed to do?" he asked. "I tried putting them in the safe, but you broke in!" he said, exasperated.

"Tony, what the hell?" Natalia Romanov, or Black Widow, said. "Who are you talking to?"

"Dad, do you trust them?" I asked quietly.

"Yeah, I do. With my life."

"Can I meet them?"

"I don't know, bud."

"Please? I want to meet Dr. Banner," I pleaded.

"Who the hell are you talking to?"

"Fine! You can meet them, but only if you have all your chores done, and that essay turned in," he relented.

"Yes!"

"Tony, everyone's off the island."

"Got it," Dad said.

I heard a giant explosion and a few sighs of relief. But I didn't hear my dad. I waited another minute before slowly turning on my earpiece. "Hello?"

"Who the hell are you?" Clint Barton, AKA Hawkeye, asked.

"Is he okay?"

"Who? And again, who are you?"

"Yes, he's fine. His comm just broke in the explosion," Uncle Rhodey said. "Here."

I sighed in relief as Dad's voice came over the line. "Hey, bud. I'm okay, you don't need to worry."