The World Is Wide (But I Feel So Small)

Tony

NEW 2020 EDIT: THIS IS NOT STARKER.

Tony doesn't know he could ever feel this amount of pure instinctual anger.

When the bastard had called him, the genius had been frantically searching through the local landlord's records, all of the screens in the lab opened and Friday sorting through the massive amount of data flowing through.

The A.I had tried to warn him of the incoming call, but Tony had been so distracted with the new information he had just discovered that he almost missed the FaceTime request.

After spasticitly hitting the answer button for a few breathless seconds, the Billionaire had stared in shock at the beaten and bloodied image of his child that had looked back at him.

Throughout the whole exchange, it had taken every once of his self control not to scream and throw the nearest object in fury. As he had spoken with both Peter and Jason, he had Friday trace the call, the small red dot that had blinked on screen glowing like a beacon of hope.

He had gotten to the wear-house in record time, his thrusters getting pushed to their max limit as he sped across the sky, breaking the sound barrier multiple times and creating ripples across the atmosphere. He had watched with a heavy heart as the monster hit and stepped on his baby, feeling sick when the only thing he could do was keep flying.

As he moved, he silently communicated with Friday, telling her to call S.H.E.I.L.D and have them locate his suit and follow him. After a few minutes did he see the black vans zooming down the highway to his left, the sun bouncing off the slick metal.

Once he was on the roof of the gigantic building did he tell the lunatic of his arrival, feeling a sick bubble of satisfaction build up when Jason sputtered like an idiot. Quickly blasting a smoldering hole through the thin metal, Tony had entered the building, the smell of musty mold and stagnant water filtering through his helmet.

He did not waste any time, soaring through the hallways and taking a sharp turn. Right in front of him was a thick iron door, but with a loud bang that left his teeth chattering, the genius had flown straight through it, hitting Jason right as he was raising a bloodied knife above Peter's cowering form.

He had screamed then, a high sound of primal parental rage that burned the inside of his throat as it was forced up.

They landed a few feet away, Jason's body taking the brunt of the impact at he gets slammed against the dirty brick wall, his head smacking against the stone and causing him to groan in pain.

The sound edges Tony on, something deep inside him howling for blood and revenge as he lifts one metal hand and punches the man hard in the face. Jason's nose breaks with an audible crack, blood gushing out and streaming down the side of his face as he lets out a deep laugh.

"S-should hav-have known y-you would track my ph-phone, Stark." He says, grinning despite the blood clogging his mouth, his yellow teeth coated in the crimson liquid. "Should have k-known yo-you would come a-and save your lit-little bast-bastard."

Shaking in pure fury, Tony feels his teeth grind as a growl builds in his chest, his eyes flashing a dark brown and fists clenching as he grabs the man by his wrinkled and liquid soaked shirt. Lifting him up, the Billionaire slams him back against the wall, feeling satisfied when he hears the crack of bone.

The man's now dazed hazel eyes bore into his when he leans down, his breathe ghosting over his bloodied ear and ruffling the dirty hair getting pulled by the metal hand.

"I want to kill you." Hissing in rage, Tony wraps one hand around the lunatic's throat, squeezing only slightly as the man frantically grips the red arm, his weak human fingers doing nothing against the Iron Man suit. "I want to rip the skin from your body and tear your insides out with no remorse because you hurt the most precious thing in my life and I will not stand for that."