"YOU LITTLE SHIT!!!"- The joys of parenting a Spider-Child

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Infinity War spoilers!!!!

I'M NOT FUCKING KIDDING IT'S GOT SPOILERS THE WHOLE WAY THROUGH

In which Peter gets out of the soul stone, Tony considers Peter his kid, there's a food fight, also nightmares, uhhh Tony may or may not own musical bootlegs but that's fine cause he's Tony Stark, Peter references vines- oh Cap makes a short appearance, sadly I didn't include IronStrange but I do ship that, Thanos gets killed which is nothing short of what he deserves, I listened to my angst Spotify playlist while writing this but it's mostly fluff give me death please-

Tony pressed a very formidable blade even closer to Thanos' neck, his face contorting in rage.
"I'm going to ask you one more time- bring them back, or we'll kill you and do it ourselves."

Thanos' cold, hard eyes stared up at Tony, and his lips parted to utter a single word.
"Never."

Furious, Tony yanked the blade back and forcefully drove it deep into Thanos' neck, blood pooling onto the ground. The large being coughed, smiling despite the situation.
"You'll never do it. You'll never bring them back."

"You took them from me. YOU TOOK THEM FROM ME!" Tony yanked the blade from Thanos' neck and hefted it, ready to strike again, only to feel a hand land gently on his arm.

"Don't." Steve's quiet tone met Tony's ears. "He's not worth it."

"He took them! He took him! He took the kid."

"And we'll get him back. But he's already dying, Tony. Leave him. He's not worth it." Steve attempted to pull Tony away from Thanos, but Tony yanked his arm away angrily.

"He took him!"

"Tony, stop! This is getting you nowhere!" This time, Steve forcefully wrapped his arms around Tony and lifted the struggling man off the ground, carrying him away from the slowly dying Thanos.

Even as the limp body of the villain faded from Tony's view, he kept struggling and yelling, "He took him! He took him!"

Hours later, Tony sat alone in his lab, his eyes red and puffy, his head barely lifted off the desk. Everytime he threatened to fall asleep, he jerked himself back awake, eyes darting around the lab for a second before slumping again, defeated.

"Tony?" Steve's gentle tone split the air.

"What?" Tony half-snapped, voice cracking slightly from misuse. He turned to see Steve's head poking around the doorframe.

"Someone's here to see you." Steve's face disappeared, and Tony turned back to his desk with a sigh.

"Unless it's something to do with getting the kid back, I don't care."

"Mr... Mr Stark?"

Tony's breath caught in his throat, and he turned again, scarcely believing his ears and eyes. Standing in the doorway of his lab was Peter, mask clutched in one hand, eyes wide and child-like.

"Kid." The word came out in a breath, and then suddenly Tony was up and covering the distance between them and pulling the- his kid into his arms, letting his chin rest on the top of Peter's head. He feels Peter's arms come up to rest across his back, and for a moment Tony's breath hitched as he remembered the last time Peter clung onto him like this before he relaxed back into the moment because his kid was here, and he's safe and he's alive.

Suddenly Tony was aware of the tears that had escaped from his eyes, but for once he didn't care. All that mattered was that his kid was alive.
Tony didn't know how long they stood there, just holding each other, Peter's face hidden in Tony's shirt and Tony's chin resting on top of Peter's hair, before the two finally pulled away. Immediately Tony's gaze was flicking over Peter, checking for injuries, cuts, bruises- anything.