Random one-Shots

Mr. Stark

Spoilers for infinity war coming up, I'm sorry. I just have to get this out of my head, a headcanon put it in there. I don't own marvel.

Peter could feel it about a minute before it happened.

Tony knew he could, because he had explained how his 'spider-sense' worked to Tony.

So he knew that Peter could feel his spider sense screaming at him, that he was about to die.

Tony put a lot of thought into it, while he was sitting there, with a few traces of Peter's remains on his hands.

He could just imagine it, Peter's sense telling him that it's gonna happen. Peter's first instinct is to launch himself into his mentor's arms, because he doesn't want to go.

Whimpering out a, "Mr. Stark, I don't feel so good. I don't want to go, I know I'm gonna go, Please don't let me go, Mr. Stark help."

All that Tony registers is that Peter, seventeen year old kid, Peter, is leaving, before he gently lays Peter down, still gripping the kid.

"It's gonna be okay, kid, I'm gonna fix this. I don't know how yet, but I will." He said, or maybe he thought it, he couldn't remember all that well.

It's fine, this isn't happening, it's fine, it's fine, I'll fix this.

He repeated the words over and over in his head, but they wouldn't stick.

Then he faintly hears, "I'm sorry, Tony." Before the kid, his kid, is, blowing away with an unknown force.

That was the first time he had called him Tony.

That was the last time he would be able to.

Standing up, and trying to wipe the remains of his son off of his hands, he sits back down, staring at the man in the red cloak, who is also, melting away.

"It had to be done." The words feel like they could stay with him for years. And that is all he hears, before he too, disappears.
Folding his hands and thinking, "What the hell just happened. No, why the hell had just happened. Who else is dead?" He looks around him, and only sees the blue and silver skinned chick he hadn't bothered remembering the name of, she was saying something. But Tony wasn't too inclined to care.

"Mr. Stark?" The wind was carrying the young boy's words, as if taunting him.

"Mr. Stark, are you okay?" Wait, Peter hadn't asked if he was okay?

"Mr. Stark, you need to wake up." Tony's eyes snap open, and he darts up, seeing Peter hang from the ceiling, seemingly have been trying to wake him up.

That was before Tony reached up and yanked him from the ceiling, pulling him down and into his lap, dignity be damned. Peter wasn't able to dodge the 'attack' because he wasn't warned because it wasn't a danger, unless you count being squeezed to death by Tony Stark as an attack.

Tony squeezed his kid in a tight hug. Hearing a faint, "There isn't another door behind me, is there, or is this an actually hug?" Tony laughed as if he had never heard something funnier, which he felt like he couldn't be happier that Peter was alive, and in his arms.

Eventually, Tony shifted, so he was still cradling his kid to his chest, but they were laying down now.

Not even two minutes later, Peter was fast asleep, "I love you Dad." He heard him mumble. Although it was sort of hard to hear because his mouth was muffled against his chest, and it felt like the sound of his heart swelling was an earthquake.

Eventually, Tony fell asleep too.

And when Steve walked in to make Tony eat breakfasts didn't say anything, he just let them sleep for a little while longer. Both of them needed sleep.

He didn't even acknowledge the smile onTony's face.