IronDad One Shots // IronDad And SpiderSon

DON'T TOUCH MY KID

Just a small a/n. So I saw hints of this in another one shot series called 'GROWING UP 2' it's really good and I definitely recommend you read it if you haven't already. I saw the idea that they were going for but the request might've been the cause for it to be a short story so I decided to do the same but with a little twist. THIS STORY HAS MENTIONS OF PAEDOPHILIA SO READ ON IF YOU DONT GET TRIGGERED BY THAT!!!

Happy knew something was wrong the moment Peter stepped into the small car. Usually, he was bursting and bouncing with excitement, always willing to tell Happy about his day even when Happy told him not to. Although he would never admit it, he had a soft spot for Peter and secretly adored listening to the nonsense babbling that came from his mouth.

But when Peter entered the car, he sat silently on his chair with the seatbelt buckle clutched in his hand. Happy looked in the rear view mirror to see a tear dribble down his cheek and collect under his chin before dropping onto his shirt.

"How's school, Pete?" He asked. He planned to be discreet like parents do to get the information they need while making the child unaware on what they were doing. He received a shrug but his head never lifted from his hard gaze at his lap. So Happy decided to go a different route. "What did you do today?"

"Just some math and science," he whispered in a voice so small that Happy had to strain to hear it. This confused the bodyguard. If Peter's day had been normal then why did he seem so upset? Happy pulled over on the highway and unbuckled his seatbelt. He got out and sat in the seat next to the seven year old. Peter turned his head and looked at Happy who was sitting comfortably in the seat.

"So, what's got you so upset then?" Happy asked and Peter looked down. Peter fiddled with the bottom of his shirt, twirling the fabric between his finger. "Is someone picking on you?" A flash of anger covered Happy's eyes (he wasn't so Happy anymore) as he couldn't stand the idea of someone picking on such a nice kid.

"No, but . . . Kind of." Peter let out a large breath that he didn't know he was holding. "It's my teacher. He says things. . ." He trailed off and suddenly hugged Happy. He pressed his small face into Happy's clean shirt and began to cry however he went out of his way to ensure that Happy's shirt stayed clean. Happy hesitantly wrapped his own arms around the tiny shivering child.

"Pete, I know you're upset," Happy began. He never had to deal with crying children and wasn't completely sure on what to do. "But I really need you to tell me what your teacher says to you."

Peter gulped. "He calls me his special little friend." Happy immediately understood the situation. "He says if I was ever bored during recess to come to him and he'd have fun with me, but he says it really weird. He told me not to say anything to anyone or else." Happy wondered what 'or else' meant but decided against asking.

"Pete, had he ever done anything to you?"

"He gave me a B- last week." Happy chuckled quietly.

"No no, kid, has he ever touched you?" Peter nodded and Happy struggled to keep his temper.

"He holds my hand a lot. And kisses it. B-but today h-he kissed me on the lips. I tried to get away but he wouldn't let me." Happy gasped. He wanted to head back to the school, meet this paedophile and put a bullet through his head for molestering Peter. He hugged Peter tighter and leant his own head against the ball of fluff that curled under him. It took a while before Happy sat back in the driver seat and Peter switched to shotgun.

    "Pete, can you leave the room for a moment? I need to have a private conversation." Happy told the kid. They were back at the compound and Happy wanted to tell Tony and the other avengers about the situation with the perverted teacher without Peter in the room. The kid nodded and willingly left the room to play with a small Lego set in the other room.

    It had been no more than a second after Happy told the avengers every detail of the conversation with the boy when Tony called for his suit. Steve attached his shield to his back, Clint grabbed his bow, Natasha her knives, Sam took his goggles, the lost continues. They were all conveniently in their suits before Happy had called them in the same room so there wasn't any time wasted for them to suit up.

    They sprinted out of the main entrance door. They had figured that getting a jet would take longer than just sprinting to the nearby school. They arrived only four minutes after they left the building and immediately burst through the school. Slamming his hands on the receptionists desk, Tony demanded that he wanted all records on Mr Kamks. He gulped and nodded as he typed on the keyboard. He pulled up the teacher's profile and printed it. Natasha grabbed it faster than he could blink and stuffed it in her pocket before they collectively turned and raced down the halls and back outside.

     "263, apartment block A, just off the corner of King Street. Make a left ahead." Natasha directed. Now that each avenger confidently knew the address, they quickened their pace until they reached the door of the teacher. Bucky didn't hesitate to kick down the door but looked quite shocked to see the inside.

    There were pictures of kids covering the walls without a gap in between. Upon closer inspection, Vision told the rest of the group that most of the pictures consisted of Peter. The avengers continued into the house when they heard suspicious noises coming from a bedroom. This time, Thor kicked down the door to find Mr Kamks having a good time with himself.

(Omg that actually hurt to write)

   Natasha didn't miss a beat as she threw a knife at him, lodging it in his wrist. The man screamed at the sudden pain and pulled his hand away to quickly inspect it. The knife had not only pierced his skin but had gone the whole way through, stopping at the handle.

(That felt better #justice #dont worry i don't mean the justice league)

     Clint followed Natasha's lead and shot and arrow at his foot, seeming satisfied when he screamed against, holding his foot near to where the arrow had hit with his good hand. Thor felt left out and decided it would be a good time to swing his hammer and hit the man in the side of the face. The teacher fell sideways however Sam quickly caused him to fall in the other direction as he whacked Kamks with his wing. He landed head first into the wall and became unconscious.

     The only thing that he woke up to was a desolate forest, two gaping holes in his arm and ankle and a small note: you mess with one of us, you mess with all of us. Stay away from Peter Parker. Like you said to my son; don't tell anyone

Or else.

Again, I would just like to say that this idea was based off of a chapter in the book called "Growing up 2". Read it!!!!