The following morning dawned quietly, with the remnants of last night’s storm still lingering as droplets on the windows of Stark Tower. Peter stretched and blinked at the sunlight filtering in, his mind still lingering on the warmth and laughter that had filled the room the night before.
But the peaceful moment was short-lived as F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice suddenly echoed through the Tower.
“Alert. Nick Fury has called all available Avengers for an urgent mission. Please report to the hangar immediately.”
Peter frowned, glancing toward Morgan, who was just coming down the hall. She looked as puzzled as he felt, both silently wondering what could be so urgent.
As Peter and Morgan watched, the Avengers began gathering near the Tower’s hangar, ready for the mission. Tony stepped over to the twins, giving each of them a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder.
“Stay here, alright?” he said firmly. “It’s routine, just something we’ve got to handle. I’ll be back before you know it.”
They both nodded, though Peter’s brow furrowed with concern. “Take care, Dad,” he murmured, a twinge of worry in his voice.
Tony offered him a small, reassuring smile before turning to join the team, trying to ease Peter’s mind. But inside, a feeling of unease gnawed at him.
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Hours passed, and Peter’s worry grew with each tick of the clock. F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s silence filled the air, amplifying the tension until a sudden alert broke it.
“Attention,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. announced, her tone grave. “Avenger Steve Rogers has been injured and is being taken to Metro General Hospital. Tony Stark is accompanying him.”
The words hit Peter and Morgan like a shockwave. They exchanged a panicked look before bolting to the Tower’s exit.
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At the hospital, Tony paced the sterile waiting room, hands shaking as he fought to keep it together. The doors burst open, and Peter and Morgan rushed in, their eyes wide with fear and already brimming with tears.
“Dad!” Morgan cried, throwing herself into his arms. Peter joined her, clinging to Tony, his shoulders shaking as he tried to steady his breathing.
Tony wrapped his arms around them, his own heart breaking as he felt their tears dampen his shirt.
“Is… is Pops gonna be okay?” Peter whispered, his voice small and trembling.
Tony forced a steady tone, holding them close. “Your Pops is the strongest guy I know,” he said quietly. “He’s hurt, yeah, but he’s in good hands. And he’s got us right here, waiting for him.”
Morgan buried her face against Tony’s chest, trying to hold back her sobs. “I… I don’t want to lose him…”
“None of us do, sweetheart,” Tony murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead. He squeezed Peter’s shoulder. “Listen, we’ve got each other. Pops is going to fight his way back to us. We’re not alone in this.”
As they huddled together, drawing strength from one another, Tony kept his own emotions locked away, knowing that he needed to be their anchor. This family had weathered every storm life threw at them—and this time, they’d stand even stronger, united by the love that bound them all.
The minutes dragged on painfully in the waiting room, each second a reminder of how fragile everything felt at that moment. Peter and Morgan held on to Tony, neither wanting to break away. The sterile smell of the hospital filled the air, and the low hum of distant machinery was the only background to their silence.
Finally, a doctor approached, his expression serious yet calm.
“Mr. Stark?”
Tony straightened, instinctively pulling Peter and Morgan closer. “How is he?”
The doctor took a breath. “Captain Rogers sustained significant injuries, but we were able to stabilize him. He’s out of immediate danger, but he’ll need time to recover.”
Tony let out a sigh, the relief flooding through him almost making his knees weak. Morgan squeezed his hand, and he looked down to see the tears in her eyes finally beginning to slow.
“So… he’s gonna be okay?” Peter asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
The doctor nodded. “Yes, with rest and some support, he should make a full recovery.”
Peter and Morgan both exhaled, and for the first time since they’d arrived, a small smile broke through their worried expressions. Tony put an arm around each of them, his heart swelling with gratitude.
“Thank you,” Tony managed, his voice thick with emotion as he looked back at the doctor.
“You can see him,” the doctor added. “Just keep it brief; he needs rest.”
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As they entered Steve’s hospital room, Peter and Morgan approached the bed slowly, their faces softening as they took in the sight of him—pale and bandaged, but alive.
Tony moved to Steve’s side, gently resting his hand on Steve’s. “You really scared us there,” he said quietly, his voice full of a love he rarely put into words.
Steve opened his eyes, a faint smile breaking through. “Didn’t mean to… just had to keep things exciting,” he murmured, his voice weak but unmistakably teasing.
Peter chuckled softly, stepping forward. “Leave it to Pops to make nearly dying a joke,” he said, his voice catching slightly.
Steve’s gaze softened as he looked at Peter and Morgan. “Hey, I’m still here, aren’t I?”
Morgan leaned forward, giving Steve’s hand a gentle squeeze. “We thought… we thought we were gonna lose you, Pops.”
Steve’s smile faded, and he squeezed her hand back. “I’m sorry, Morgan. I promise… I’ll be more careful.”
Tony placed a hand on Peter’s shoulder, glancing between the two of them. “We’re all here, just like we always will be. And we’re not going to let anything take us apart,” he said, his voice firm.
As they shared a quiet moment together, the weight of fear and worry finally began to lift. They knew it wouldn’t be the last time they faced danger or heartache—but they also knew, no matter what storms came their way, they’d face them together.
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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...
