As the chaos of the warehouse unfolded around them, Tony and Steve found themselves momentarily side by side, dodging debris and planning their next move. They exchanged quick glances, the unspoken bond between them stronger than ever, forged through years of battles fought together.
“Ready for this?” Tony asked, his voice low but steady, the urgency of the situation clear in his tone.
Steve nodded, his blue eyes reflecting the determination that fueled them both. “We have to get Peter out of here, Tony. He’s counting on us.”
Tony’s heart swelled at the mention of their son. “We will. He’s strong, just like you. And you know he’s always got a trick up his sleeve.”
Steve smiled faintly, pride shining in his gaze. “He gets that from you, you know.”
“Yeah, well, I just hope he doesn’t pull any crazy stunts like I did when I was his age.” Tony’s expression softened as he thought of Peter’s bravery. “I can’t lose him, Steve. I don’t want to know what I’d do if something happened.”
“I won’t let that happen,” Steve replied, placing a reassuring hand on Tony’s shoulder. “We’re in this together. Always.”
As they moved deeper into the warehouse, a loud crash echoed through the space, causing them both to flinch. They paused, eyes darting around for signs of Peter.
“Over there!” Tony pointed towards a flickering light in the distance. They could hear voices, some muffled and others clear—Peter’s voice among them.
“Let’s go!” Steve urged, and they sprinted towards the sound, hearts racing.
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Meanwhile, Peter and MJ were huddled together in a small corner of the warehouse, hidden behind a stack of crates. The fear in Peter’s eyes was palpable, but he tried to put on a brave face for MJ.
“Do you think they’ll come for us?” Peter asked, his voice low but filled with concern.
“They will,” MJ reassured him, her hand tightly gripping his. “Your dad and Steve won’t let anything happen to us. They’re heroes.”
Peter nodded, but the anxiety gnawed at him. “I just wish I could help. I feel so helpless here.”
“You’re not helpless,” MJ said firmly. “You’ve got more strength than you realize. Just being you is enough. And remember, we’re family. We’ll get through this together.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” Peter took a deep breath, drawing strength from her words. “I just wish I knew how to fight back.”
MJ smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. “You’re a Stark. You’ll figure it out. Plus, I’ve seen you take on bullies at school. You’ve got this.”
Before Peter could respond, the sound of footsteps echoed closer. Panic gripped them both as they pressed against the crates, trying to stay silent.
“Stay calm,” MJ whispered, her heart racing. “We’ll wait for our chance.”
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Back with Tony and Steve, they finally burst into the main area of the warehouse, and the sight that greeted them was chilling. Shadows moved about, and the tension was palpable. Tony’s eyes quickly scanned for Peter, searching frantically.
“Peter!” he called out, his voice echoing.
“Over here!” Peter’s voice came back, stronger now, and Tony felt a surge of relief.
“Stay put!” Steve commanded as they moved toward the sound, ready to fight if necessary.
Suddenly, the captors turned towards them, weapons drawn. “Well, well, if it isn’t Iron Man and Captain America,” one of the men sneered, confidence radiating from him. “Thought you could just walk in here and take your son back?”
Tony stepped forward, fueled by the fierce protectiveness that had always defined him. “You have no idea what you’re up against. Let him go, and we can end this peacefully.”
“Peacefully?” the man laughed. “This is personal, Stark. You made it personal the moment you took everything from us.”
“I didn’t take anything from you,” Tony shot back, anger flaring. “You made your choices. Now let him go, or you’ll regret it.”
Steve moved beside Tony, his expression resolute. “You’re outnumbered. It’s time to end this.”
Just then, a commotion erupted from behind the crates where Peter and MJ were hiding. They both sprang into action, ready to fight.
“Peter! MJ!” Tony shouted, fear lacing his voice as he turned to see them emerge.
“Dad!” Peter exclaimed, relief flooding his voice as he rushed forward.
Before anyone could react, the captors moved to seize Peter, but Tony was quicker. In a blur, he intercepted the attacker, a blast from his suit disarming the man and sending him sprawling to the ground.
“Get away from my son!” Tony growled, stepping protectively in front of Peter.
“Nice move, Stark,” Steve remarked, as he engaged another attacker, his shield deflecting incoming blows with precision.
MJ stood beside Peter, adrenaline surging through her. “We have to help them!” she urged.
Peter nodded, his eyes fierce. “Yeah, let’s show them what we can do.”
As the battle unfolded around them, Tony felt an overwhelming sense of pride in both his son and MJ. They were strong, capable, and ready to stand by their family. The love and unity they shared made them an unstoppable force.
“Together!” Tony shouted, glancing at Steve. “We fight together!”
“Always,” Steve affirmed, his gaze locked on Tony’s, a silent promise shared between them.
With their family by their side, Tony felt invincible. They would protect each other, fight for each other, and emerge from this darkness stronger than ever.
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In the midst of the chaos, Peter and MJ found their rhythm, working together seamlessly. They fought side by side, their movements fluid as they took down the remaining captors.
“Nice punch!” MJ said, grinning as she landed a solid hit on one of the attackers.
Peter laughed, adrenaline pumping through his veins. “You too! We make a pretty good team.”
As the last of the captors fell, the warehouse fell silent, the only sounds their heavy breathing and the distant sirens approaching. Tony and Steve stood protectively in front of Peter and MJ, ready to face any remaining threats.
“Is everyone okay?” Tony asked, scanning the room, his heart racing as he took in the sight of his family standing together.
“I’m fine, Dad,” Peter replied, his voice steady despite the adrenaline rush. “We’re all fine.”
Steve placed a hand on Peter’s shoulder, relief washing over him. “You did great, kid.”
Tony knelt down, pulling Peter into a tight embrace. “I was so worried, buddy. I never want to go through that again.”
“I’m okay, Dad,” Peter said softly, returning the embrace. “Thanks to you and Steve.”
As they pulled apart, Tony glanced at Steve, who was smiling softly. “We’re a family, Peter. We stick together no matter what.”
“Yeah,” Peter said, beaming. “Like superheroes.”
“Exactly,” Tony replied, ruffling Peter’s hair affectionately.
MJ stepped forward, her expression serious but relieved. “What’s next?”
Tony took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the past few hours lift slightly. “We call the authorities, make sure everyone is safe, and then we go home.”
“Home,” Peter echoed, a smile spreading across his face. “That sounds perfect.”
As they gathered their things and prepared to leave, Tony couldn’t shake the feeling of gratitude that enveloped him. They were more than just a team; they were a family forged in love and resilience. Whatever darkness lay ahead, they would face it together—united as one.
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His Protective Dad (Starker FF) Completed ✓
FanfictionA story of Peter Parker (Stark) and his sweet, dangerous yet loving dad Tony Stark. A story where a 16 yrs old boy loves his father dearly, who can do to make his son smile. But what happened when his dad found out about him (peter) getting bullied...
