His Protective Dad (Starker FF) Completed ✓

The Rescue and the Aftermath

The cold air whipped against Tony’s face as he raced toward the docks, his suit fully activated, the familiar hum of the suit’s thrusters filling his ears. His heart pounded with fear, but his mind was locked in a singular focus—MJ.

The message from his enemies had been clear. They had taken her, and now they were going to make him suffer. They were hiding her in the old warehouse, but Tony knew he had to get there fast.

As Tony neared the location, he slowed, scanning the area with his suit’s sensors. The old warehouse was dark, the windows boarded up, and there was an eerie silence hanging in the air. He could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. This was a trap—one they had been waiting for.

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Inside the warehouse, MJ was bound to a chair, her body bruised and tired. The dizziness that had overcome her earlier in the day had not stopped, and now, her body ached with exhaustion. She had heard the men speaking in hushed tones, their malicious plans unfolding in front of her. They had made their demands, and they were waiting for Tony to come crawling. But the fear in MJ's heart was not just for herself—it was for the child she was carrying. She felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, and panic surged through her veins. Please, no... not now. Please let the baby be okay.

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Tony landed outside the warehouse with a thud, his eyes scanning the area. He could sense the trap, feel the tension in the air. The enemies who had dared to take MJ had underestimated him, and now, they were going to pay.

He powered up his suit, extending his gauntlets, and stormed into the warehouse.

Inside, the armed men, who had been waiting for Tony to show up, sprang into action. They were prepared for him, but they had no idea how strong his will to protect his family was. Tony didn’t hesitate. The first man tried to draw a gun, but Tony’s suit was faster, disarming him with a quick, sharp strike. A punch to the face followed, and another fell to the ground.

"Where is she?" Tony growled, his voice low and furious.

The leader of the group, standing by a darkened corner of the warehouse, stepped forward. He raised his hands in mock surrender. "Tony Stark. You’re just in time. We were hoping you’d show up."

Tony didn’t waste any time with words. With a flick of his wrist, a blast from his repulsor fired, sending two of the men flying. He moved fast, dodging bullets and using his suit’s enhanced capabilities to take them down one by one. But even as he fought, his mind was focused on MJ. Where are you, MJ?

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Meanwhile, MJ was growing weaker. The pain in her abdomen was growing more intense, and her breathing quickened. She felt light-headed and dizzy, and the fear for her baby was overwhelming. The men hadn’t even given her a chance to escape, and her head was spinning.

Then, through the haze of pain, she heard it—the familiar sound of Tony’s voice, followed by the unmistakable hum of his suit. He was here.

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Tony burst into the room where MJ was being held, his eyes instantly locking on her. She was slumped in the chair, looking pale and exhausted, her face twisted in pain. His heart skipped a beat, but he didn’t let the fear overwhelm him.

“MJ!” Tony rushed forward, his suit whirring as he gently lifted her out of the chair. He cradled her in his arms, his hand on her stomach, feeling the life inside of her. “Hold on, okay? You’re safe now. I’m not letting anything happen to you.”

MJ’s voice was weak, but she managed to speak. "Tony... the baby... something’s wrong... I—"

Before she could finish, the pain in her abdomen spiked again, and she gasped in agony. Tony’s eyes widened in horror.

“Stay with me, MJ,” he pleaded. His voice cracked, but he was trying to stay calm. “Stay with me, just breathe.”

As he held her close, the remaining enemies attempted to get up, but Tony was faster. With a wave of his hand, another blast from his repulsor sent the last of them to the floor, incapacitated. He wasn’t wasting any more time on them.

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Meanwhile, Peter was back at the Tower, pacing restlessly. He couldn’t shake the worry gnawing at him. His phone buzzed with an incoming alert, and he grabbed it without hesitation.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., what’s going on?” His voice was strained with fear.

“I’ve just received a transmission from your father, Peter. Tony has located MJ, but there’s a serious situation. MJ’s condition is deteriorating rapidly. The baby—there are complications. It’s critical.”

Peter’s breath caught in his throat. “No. No, this can’t be happening.” He was about to rush out of the Tower when Steve stopped him.

“Peter, we need to wait. They’ll be back soon. We’ll go together.”

Peter was shaking with panic. “What do you mean, ‘wait’? I can’t just—”

“I know,” Steve said quietly, gripping Peter’s shoulder. “But we need to stay calm.”

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Back at the warehouse, Tony gently placed MJ down on the ground, his eyes scanning her face for any sign of life. “MJ, stay with me,” he whispered, his heart breaking as he saw how pale she had become.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., call Bruce,” Tony demanded. His voice was frantic now. “We need him, now. MJ’s in trouble. The baby’s in trouble.”

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Minutes felt like hours. The situation was dire. Tony had managed to get MJ out of the warehouse, but there was no time to waste. He was racing back to Stark Tower, praying to whatever gods existed that his daughter-in-law and grandchild would be okay.

When they finally arrived, Bruce was waiting. Tony was shaking as he handed MJ over to Bruce.

Bruce didn’t waste a second. His hands moved quickly as he checked MJ’s vitals and carefully examined her abdomen. The tension in the room was palpable. Tony stood by, not daring to speak, not daring to breathe.

Finally, Bruce looked up, his expression serious but relieved. “Tony, the baby’s fine. MJ’s fine. She was on the verge of a miscarriage, but we managed to stabilize her. It was close, though.”

Tony’s knees almost gave out beneath him, but he caught himself. He looked down at MJ, who was pale but awake. Her hand gripped his tightly.

“I’m so sorry, MJ,” Tony whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I should have never left you alone.”

MJ weakly smiled, her eyes filled with tears. “You came for me, Tony. You saved us.”

Tony’s heart swelled with relief, but there was still so much to process. His enemies had tried to take everything from him, but MJ and the baby were still here. He wasn’t going to let anything tear his family apart.

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Peter arrived just as Bruce was finishing his examination. His heart pounded in his chest, but when he saw MJ, alive and breathing, he couldn’t help the rush of relief that flooded him. He rushed to her side, gently taking her hand.

“MJ,” Peter whispered, his voice hoarse. “You’re okay. You’re really okay.”

MJ smiled weakly, but she couldn’t hide the pain in her eyes. “We’re okay,” she said softly, her hand resting on her stomach. “But I’m scared, Peter. I don’t want to lose this baby.”

Peter’s heart shattered. He took her hand in both of his, his face filled with worry. “I’m not going anywhere. We’re in this together, okay? We’re going to be okay. I promise you.”

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As the night wore on, the tension in Stark Tower finally began to ease. But for Tony, Peter, and MJ, the scars of what had happened would never fully fade. They were family—and they would always protect each other, no matter the cost.