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What The Hell, I'm In Hell.

Original Imagine: Well, I've done it. I've officially written my first Stony Fanfic. And I'm enjoying this journey. I've never felt closer to Tony Stark in my life. And I love it. Anyway, Peter's in trouble. And now, his daddy's need to stop fighting and be there for their son.

Word Count: 1,602

Warnings: AGNST. Sorry. Not sorry. OH MY GOD I'M SO SORRY TONY. GODDAMN.

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There was no warning. No possible way for Tony Stark to even remotely stop this. Time stopped as Peter's limp body began to shut down. First his liver, then his lungs, within days his own heart would give out. Within those few seconds, a chilling thought ran though Tony's mind "There is no stopping this."

Tears were filling his eyes as his hand shakily reached out taking Peter's hand in his own. He wasn't moving. Just like the last couple days. His hands were ice cold to the touch.

This was it. The moment Tony had been dreading. Had always been dreading.

Peter Parker was dying.

And it was all his fault.

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Tony sat in the most uncomfortable chair known to man. He sat, not sleeping, not eating for three days. Various beeps and whirs filled the silence from the mechanical machine currently keeping Peter alive.

Within the span of three days, Tony had gone over every bit of CCTV and footage he could get his hands on. He'd poked, prodded, irritated, and pleaded with every doctor he could to try and find a cure. But there wasn't one. There had never been one.

The cheap plastic phone in his hands was almost too heavy to hold. Every bit of life had been drained from Tony's body. His soul was heavy as the world rested malignant upon his shoulders. His body was shutting down, but not sleeping in seventy two hours will do that to you. Tony knew the signs and were actively fighting them.

The same thought had been circling for three days. Hell, it'd first come up before Peter had even hit the ground. And as much as Tony had tried to fight it, there it was. As plain and present as ever.

I should call Steve.

Shaking his head for the umpteenth time, he fought against the thought. Knowing the fight that would invade Steve and Tony's already rocky relationship, and still fighting how pissed off he was when it came to his favorite star spangled man.

The thoughts were too much. Each one charging into his subconscious, scorching what little self respect Tony had left into permanent ash. It all happened in a flash. Everything was good, for a half a second. Then it was all shit again. Steve's last words to him pierced deep into his soul, and he couldn't stop thinking about it.

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"So that's it? It's over?" Steve's footing fell backwards a step, as if he'd lost his balance. His expression was electrified, sheer shock had taken over his beautiful features.

Tony's expression matched Steve's, he never thought this is where this conversation would head. Breathless, his shoulders shrugged, "I guess so."

"I thought we were a family?" The blue in Steve's eyes turned a deep green, desperate for resolution, and a positive one. He tried one more time, his voice drenched with anguish "You. Me. Peter." His now green eyes drowning in the inevitable "You can't expect me to just leave."

Tony's heart burned, greed laced in his soul, he wanted it all. He wanted Steve to understand, his voice rang against the steel walls of his own workshop "You kept it from me Steve!" Tony's creamy eyes cutting desperately through Steve's "You chose. Him over me. Again!"