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

"If you die, I feel like that's on me." - Part two!

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Tony felt like he was drowning.

His kid had been back, and everything had been fine for those few months, those few, perfect months.

But now he could be gone again.

Tony could lose him again.

Tony's eyelids slowly began to close, Peter's still, limp hand still clasped in his as he fell asleep at the bedside of his injured kid.

"I've got this, Mr Stark!" Peter swung by on a web to knock aside another of the gunmen, webbing him up as he went.

"Peter, get out of there!" Worry overtook Tony, and he didn't even think to correct Peter for calling him Mr Stark again.

"I've got this under control!" Peter took out another gunman, and Tony's worry just grew. He knew something was going to go wrong.

"Peter! Get out of-" Tony was cut off as an explosion split the air, sending Peter flying.

Ignoring the fleeing criminals, Tony flew straight over to his kid.

"Peter! Peter, wake up! Peter!"

Then Tony was bolting upright, breathing heavily as he jerked awake.

He'd dreamed of what had happened again.

Peter's still limp hand was grasped firmly, tightly in Tony's, and the steady beeping of the heart monitor told Tony that Peter was still alive.

In a coma, but alive.

Tony dropped his head into his free hand, rubbing at his face.

What did Peter ever do to deserve this?

Tony's breath hitched as he remembered how much blood there'd been- too much.

A stray tear forced its way past his resolve, and Tony hastily wiped it away, then focused his gaze on the kid again.

He looked almost peaceful, like he was resting. Tony could believe that, if it weren't for the bandages, ivs, casts and the constant beeping of the heart monitor.

Thanks to Peter's advanced healing, he had a higher chance of survival than the average person.

Still, a nagging voice in Tony's mind told him Peter wouldn't make it, that he wouldn't wake up.

That Tony would never hold his kid in his arms again.

That Tony would never hear another of Peter's stupid jokes.

That Tony would never-

Peter's fingers twitched.

Tony was sure of it.

"Peter?" Tony's voice was quiet, and he dared not let any hope into it.

The kid's face shifted a bit, mouth twitching.

After a few moments, his eyes shot open.

"Tony?" Peter blinked, looking as though he was trying to focus. "Tony? Tony!"

"I'm here, kiddo, I'm here," Tony said, quickly and softly, giving Peter's hand a gentle squeeze. "I'm here."

"Tony!" Peter calling out for his mentor seemed to shatter Tony's heart, and he quickly got up and moved right up next to Peter.

"Pete, I'm here. I'm here."

The boy's eyes flicked around the room before landing on Tony's face, and when they did, Peter visibly relaxed.

"Tony." Peter sluggishly stretched a hand towards him, and Tony leaned down closer to the kid.

"You're okay, Pete. You're okay." Tony ran his hand through Peter's hair, and then realised that his hands were shaking. He forced his hands to stop shaking, forced them to be still and steady as he continued to card his hands through Peter's hair.

"I'm... okay..." Peter said slowly, seeming to struggle to get each word out.

"That's right. You're okay." Tony fought to keep his voice steady. "But don't ever do that again. You scared me to death."

"You're not... dead..." Peter slowly said, a small smile playing across his lips.

"I should've known you'd be making jokes as soon as you were awake again," Tony said with a sigh, but he was smiling too. "Anyway, I recall you saying you weren't going anywhere. You nearly had a one-way trip to the underworld."

"Did you... just... reference... Greek mythology... or Percy... Jackson?"

"Both." Tony leans down to press a kiss to Peter's hairline. "Get some rest."

"Not... tired..." Peter protested, but then yawned, ruining his argument.

"Sleep, kiddo. I'm not going anywhere." Tony really, really wanted to hug the shit out of this kid, but he was too mindful of Peter's injures to do so.

"Okay..." Peter yawned again, then shifted his head to rest it on Tony's arm. Tony's breath hitched for a second, before he started to card his free hand through Peter's hand again.

"Sleep well, kid," Tony said quietly, barely above a whisper. "Love you, kid."

He was almost sure Peter was asleep, until a quiet "Love you too, dad," met his ears, making warmth flare in his chest.

He leant down, pressed another kiss to Peter's forehead, then leaned back in his chair to watch his kid's peaceful sleep.

Sorry
Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorry

But hey he called Tony Dad so please fuck off I did good for once