Like Father Like Son | Irondad + Spiderson

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i'm not prepared

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"Pete," Tony's gentle voice awoke Peter from his slumber.

"Mm, morning Mr. Stark," He mumbled, rubbing his eyes. He was unsure as to why Tony was waking him up so early. The teen yawned, waiting for Tony to say something.

"Get dressed," Tony filled his imagined request. "We're going to visit your Aunt May."

Peter's tired blank expression soon transformed into a bright grin. He had been constantly begging Tony for them to visit her, and since they weren't doing anything that day, the man took the opportunity. The teen quickly fumbled out of bed, running to find clothes. Tony left to get changed as well.

Peter picked out mismatched socks, a shirt given to him by Pepper, blue jeans, and a yellow coat. He sprinted downstairs to put on his sneakers, bouncing up and down impatiently. The teen's eyes eventually moved to look outside at the only person who was awake besides Peter and Tony---Clint.

The brunette ran outside, rain gently soaking his hair. He covered his head, watching Clint shoot his arrows at a cardboard target.

"Morning, Uncle Clint!" Peter called.

"Just a secccc.." Clint dragged out the last word in a sing-song voice, shooting the target just once more. "And, good morning!" The man turned around, dropping his bow and pulling Peter into a hug. Peter laughed as Clint ruffled his hair.

"Stooop!" Peter giggled, breaking away from the hug.

"What are you doing up so early, Pete?" Clint asked, before Tony called him.

"Peter, hurry up and get in the car."

"Oh- sorry, gotta go, bye Clint!"

The teen waved goodbye as he got in the passenger's seat. He turned on the radio, an excited smile on his face. The two males sang along to "Life is a Highway" during the first few minutes of the long drive. However, as they drove for a longer time, Peter's smile began to fade.

"Ugh..." He groaned, his head beginning to pound. He rubbed his temples, looking out the window. He took a deep breath, expecting the pain to go away soon.

However, his pain just seemed to increase as they drove farther. He clenched his stomach, a nauseous and worried feeling sticking to him.

"M- Mr. Stark?" He mumbled, breathing heavily. "I don't feel so good..."

"What's up?" Tony asked, keeping his gaze on the road ahead of him.

"I don't know- I just- something's wrong."

"Kid, how am I supposed to know what that means?"

Peter winced at the sound of a loud ringing in his head. "It just-ow-it hurts."

Tony sighed, slightly worried. "Come on, we're almost there. Drink some water."

The teen took a mildly warm water bottle from the cup holder, basically chugging it. The uneasy feeling persisted despite this. He didn't know what was wrong, but was aware of something.

The two finally arrived at Aunt May's apartment. Peter, although in tremendous pain, smiled with excitement. He took out a spare key from his pocket, unlocking the door quickly. "Hey Aunt May!" He called out, although there was no response. The teen then remembered it was about 8 A.M., and she was most likely not awake. He went upstairs to her bedroom, leaving Tony downstairs to pace around and investigating the cheap furniture.

"Aunt May?" Peter opened the door to her bedroom, his eyes widening at the sight.

She was dead.