Like Father Like Son | Irondad + Spiderson

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uh i hate this story v much but it's almost over so whipdab
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Peter had been recovering slowly from his pit of depression. Of course, this was before the plane incident. He'd returned to his state of depression, and hadn't left his room in days. The teen was curled up on his bed, staring at nothing. He hadn't said anything since the plane crash. Peter hadn't even left his room.

The other Avengers constantly tried to comfort him, but he'd only let in Clint, Natasha, and Bucky. Those were the three Avengers he trusted the most. He still wouldn't leave his room, though. That was, until Natasha barged into his room at eight A.M. She expected him to be asleep, but of course, he was staring into space.

"Peter, get up," She said. Peter turned around, looking up at Natasha with red eyes. "Pete, come on, we gotta go to the hospital." Peter rubbed his eyes, asking, "Why?" His voice was quiet and raspy from him hardly speaking. "It's Tony and Steve. They're injured, but they're okay."

Peter's eyes widened as he swallowed back tears. "Really?" He asked softly. Natasha nodded, smiling gently. He sat up in bed, and Natasha sat next to him, allowing him to hug her. They broke apart after a few seconds, and Peter cleared his throat.

"Go take a shower," Natasha said quietly, running her fingers through his greasy hair. Peter nodded, a smile on his face. He got up from bed, quickly running to the bathroom. After taking a fast shower, he dried himself and got dressed. He donned an Ironman shirt, black oversized sweatshirt, light blue distressed jeans, and black sneakers. The teen ran downstairs, anxiously clenching his sleeves. He saw Natasha and Bucky waiting patiently on the couch.

"Is Clint coming?" Peter asked, hoping he would. "Nope," Natasha replied. "He misplaced his hearing aid again, and he's busy trying to find it." Both Peter and Bucky let out small laughs, and the three left the house. Peter sat nervously in the back seat, tapping his foot against the ground. He felt anxious to see Tony and Steve. He wasn't sure how injured they would be, and didn't want to see them all bruised and scratched up. Peter took a deep breath as they arrived at the hospital, getting out of the car.

The three checked into the hospital, sitting on a few uncomfortable chairs and waiting. Peter tapped his fingers together, until someone told them they could visit. They only allowed one visitors at a time, but Steve and Tony were in two different rooms. Peter would visit Tony first while Bucky needed to see Steve.

Peter thanked the nurse before taking a deep breath and entering the room where Tony rested. The brunette man was asleep on the bed, his face pale. There was blood and scratches scattered all over his face and the revealed parts of his body. The rest of his body was covered by a blanket, and Peter was thankful for that. He teared up at the sight of the man, just glad he was alive. Tony stirred in bed, slowly turning to see Peter.

"Peter?" He asked quietly in a hoarse voice. Peter nodded, a smile on his face. He wiped a few tears from his face as he walked towards Tony. Tony quickly sat up as Peter walked towards him, ignoring all the pain it put him in. The man leaned in to hug his son, slightly wincing in pain. Peter sniffled, gently hugging back as to not hurt him.

"Dad, I missed you," Peter didn't bother to wipe his tears, and neither did Tony as they hugged. "I missed you too, Peter. God, I missed you so much."

They stayed silent for a few minutes as they embraces each other, never wanting to let go.

In the other room, Bucky and Steve talked to each other. They'd been talking ever since Bucky walked in there, and it seemed like he'd been there for hours.

"Are you feeling any better?" Bucky asked. "Yeah," Steve responded. He was pretty bruised up and had a cracked rib, but he was recovering. "Not too shabby for a 100 year old man, Buck." Bucky laughed at Steve's comment.

"Man, I was worried about you, Steve."

"Is that so?"

"Considering you got in a plane crash, I'd say my worrying was justified."

Steve smirked. "I'd say so."

They sat there talking about the old days for a long while. At that moment, the two were happy.

After a while, Peter, Bucky, and Natasha decided it was time to leave. Tony and Steve would be released in a couple of days, and Peter was ecstatic for that time.

The day was finally here that Tony and Steve would be released because the author doesn't wanna make that another chapter.

Peter went with Natasha and Clint to pick them up. They drove to the hospital while Peter, once again, blasted meme songs. They arrived after a long while which seemed like a year to the young teen in the back seat. They then checked into the hospital to check out Tony and Steve. Tony came out with a cast on his left arm, and Steve came out limping. But, they were okay.

Peter quickly hugged Tony as soon as he saw him, grinning brightly. Tony hugged back, glad to be out of the hospital. "So I don't get any hugs?" Steve asked, putting a hand on his hip jokingly.

The other four laughed, as Tony slightly shoved Peter. "Go give grandpa Steve a hug," Tony chuckled as Peter enveloped the taller man in a hug.

"I hate to be that person, but I'm tired, so can we leave?" Clint asked, smirking. Everyone was exhausted, so they naturally agreed.

They all piled into the car. Natasha drove once again. Clint sat in the passengers seat. Steve, Peter, and Tony sat in the back. Tony was in the middle while Peter was to the left of Tony and Steve was to Tony's right. Steve grasped Tony's hand, a smile on his face.

"How're you feeling?" Steve quietly asked. The brunette man shrugged. "Okay, I guess. You?"

"Better now that I'm with you,"

"I'm filing a divorce."

Steve let out a slightly painful laugh. Tony smiled, kissing Steve quickly on the lips. The blonde suddenly gestured to the left of Tony. Tony looked beside him, to see his son resting on him. Peter was leaning on (the good part of) his left arm, his eyes shut. He released quiet snores as he slept. Tony smiled softly, leaning his head atop the teen's head. All three of them fell asleep in the back seat.