𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Mission Gone Wrong

Parings → Peter Parker x Stark! Reader

Warnings → Argument, guilt, injury mention, explosion, mild angst, hurt/comfort.

Summary → A mission gone wrong leads to Tony Stark’s anger, an argument between you and Peter, and a heartfelt moment of guilt and comfort.

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"You two are grounded from missions—indefinitely!"

Tony’s voice boomed through the Avengers' compound as you and Peter stood in the briefing room, heads down like two kids being scolded. The mission had been simple—get in, retrieve intel, and get out. But, of course, things never go as planned.

“Do you have any idea how reckless that was?” Tony continued, pacing the room. “One mission. One easy mission, and you two nearly blew up half a HYDRA base!”

“In my defense,” Peter started hesitantly, raising a finger, “the explosion wasn’t entirely our fault. The HYDRA guy—”

“Oh, don’t even try, Parker,” Tony snapped, cutting him off. “You left the plan! Both of you! If I hadn’t sent back-up, you could have been killed.”

You flinched at his words. He wasn’t wrong. You had been the one to call an audible mid-mission, deciding that splitting up would be faster. Peter had reluctantly followed your lead. But when an unexpected HYDRA ambush cornered you, everything had spiraled out of control. Peter had to web you out of the way just as a grenade detonated, collapsing half the structure. You barely escaped, but the mission was a mess.

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to meet your father’s gaze. “Dad, I—”

“No. No explanations. I don’t want to hear them,” Tony interrupted, rubbing his temple. “You’re off the field. End of discussion.” He turned on his heel and walked out, leaving you and Peter standing in tense silence.

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The silence stretched for a moment before Peter finally huffed, pacing across the room. “I told you it was a bad idea to split up.”

You crossed your arms, your jaw tightening. “Yeah? Well, we didn’t exactly have time to debate it, Peter.”

“We didn’t have to debate! We had a plan, and you changed it last minute.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Mr. Stark’s right. We could’ve been seriously hurt.”

“I know that, okay?” Your voice wavered slightly, frustration mixing with guilt. “I messed up. I get it.”

Peter’s expression softened, but he still shook his head. “You’re not the only one who messed up. I followed you, and I should’ve spoken up.”

“Then why are you acting like this is all my fault?” You snapped, feeling the weight of the mistake crushing you.

“Because you keep doing this!” Peter blurted out. “You take risks, and I— I can’t always be there to save you.” His voice cracked, and his shoulders dropped. “And one day… one day I might not be fast enough.”

Your chest tightened at the vulnerability in his voice. “Peter…”

He exhaled heavily, rubbing the back of his neck. “Look, I get it. You want to prove yourself to your dad. You want to show him that you can handle this life. But you don’t have to do that by throwing yourself into danger.”

You looked away, staring at the floor. “I just… I just don’t want him to think I’m useless.” Your voice was barely a whisper. “Like I’m just ‘Stark’s kid’ riding on his name.”

Peter’s heart ached at your words. He stepped closer, his voice softer now. “Hey… You are not useless. You’re incredible, Y/N. And Mr. Stark knows that. I know that.”

You let out a shaky breath. “Then why do I feel like I failed?”

Peter reached out, gently taking your hands in his. “Because you care. But making mistakes doesn’t mean you’re a failure.” He offered you a small smile. “Trust me, I’ve made plenty of them.”

You let out a small laugh, though your eyes still burned with unshed tears. “Yeah, you have.”

“Wow. Rude,” he teased, nudging your shoulder lightly.

You sighed, squeezing his hands. “I really am sorry, though.”

“I know,” he said sincerely. “Just… next time, let’s stick to the plan, okay? You don’t have to do this alone.”

You nodded. “Okay.”

Peter grinned, giving your hands a final squeeze before pulling you into a hug. You melted into his embrace, resting your forehead against his shoulder.

“By the way,” he murmured, “I think ‘grounded from missions indefinitely’ really means ‘until Mr. Stark stops being mad.’”

You groaned. “Which could be forever.”

Peter chuckled. “Well, if it is, at least we can be miserable together.”

You smiled against his shoulder. “Yeah. Together.”

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