“Steve! What’s going on?” Tony’s voice crackled through the communicator, laced with urgency.
“It’s Peter. He’s hurt—badly,” Steve replied, his voice steady despite the panic rising within him. “He’s in the alley near campus. We need you here now!”
“On my way!” Tony’s voice faded out as Steve turned his attention back to Peter, who lay semi-conscious on the ground, his breathing shallow.
“Peter, stay with me,” Steve urged, wiping the blood from Peter’s forehead with his thumb. “You’re going to be okay. Just keep your eyes on me.” He couldn’t shake the fear clenching in his chest as he monitored Peter’s pulse, feeling it flutter weakly beneath his fingers.
“D-Dad?” Peter mumbled, his eyelids fluttering again as he tried to focus.
“Right here, kiddo. Just hang in there,” Steve replied, his heart aching at the sight of his son so vulnerable. “What happened?”
“Jason… his crew… they jumped me,” Peter whispered, pain flashing across his face as he tried to recall the details. “I didn’t think they’d come after me.”
Steve clenched his jaw, fury coursing through him at the thought of Peter being attacked. “I swear I’ll make them pay for this,” he muttered, his grip tightening around Peter’s head. “You’re not going to fight this alone. We’ll get you through this.”
A few moments later, the familiar sound of rushing footsteps approached, and Tony appeared, his face a mask of concern. “What happened?” he demanded, dropping to his knees on Peter’s other side.
“Jason and his gang attacked him,” Steve explained quickly, his eyes never leaving Peter. “He’s lost a lot of blood.”
“Peter, look at me,” Tony said, gently cupping Peter’s face in his hands. “You’re going to be alright. We’re going to get you to the hospital, okay? Just hold on.”
Peter’s eyes met Tony’s, a flicker of recognition sparking in his gaze. “Dad… I’m scared,” he admitted, his voice trembling.
“I know, kiddo. But you’re not alone. I’m right here,” Tony assured him, fighting back the surge of fear threatening to overwhelm him. “We’ll get you the help you need. I promise.”
Steve reached for his phone, ready to call for an ambulance, but Tony shook his head. “No time for that. I’ll call F.R.I.D.A.Y. to get the Quinjet here now,” he said, already accessing the communication interface on his watch.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y., I need the Quinjet prepped for immediate departure. We have a medical emergency,” Tony ordered, his voice calm but urgent.
“Understood, Mr. Stark. Preparing the Quinjet for takeoff,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. responded promptly.
As Tony relayed their location, Steve continued to comfort Peter, brushing his fingers through his hair, whispering soothing words. “You’re going to be okay, buddy. Just breathe. We’re going to get you out of here.”
“Stay with me, Peter,” Tony added, feeling the weight of panic pressing down on him. He glanced around the alley, his protective instincts kicking in. “I’ll handle this, too. Those bastards will pay for hurting you.”
Before long, the sound of the Quinjet’s engines roared overhead, and Steve felt a wave of relief wash over him. “It’s here!” he shouted, looking up as the aircraft landed just a few yards away.
“Let’s get him inside,” Tony said, carefully moving to slide his arms under Peter’s back and legs, lifting him gently.
“Wait!” Peter protested weakly, but his protests fell silent as he succumbed to the pain.
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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...
