Spider-Son & Iron Dad one shots

Another Idea for Peter (pt2)

"Mr. Stark?"

Tony immediately started sobbing, but managed to speak through tears.

"Peter-son, oh my god- Oh MY GOD- I'm so sorry I couldn't- Where are you?"

Peter hesitates, "Uhm.. Mr. Stark, i'm not really sure. Just, please keep talking. Guys, it's Mr. Stark! Everyone come here, quickly!"

Tony can hear a group of familiar voices from outside the mask. Sam, Bucky, Doctor Strange, And others. Tony keeps talking as Peter requested.

"Peter, oh my god I'm so sorry I couldn't get to you sooner. I promise I was trying as hard as I could but nothing I did was working and I thought I had lost you-"

"Mr. Stark, this is kind of not what I meant when I said keep talking. You're freaking yourself out!" The voice is panicked but relieved. "I missed you. I'm just... I'm super happy you found a way to talk to me, Mr. Stark. It.. It was scary without you."

"I know, kid. Can you do me a favour?"

"Of course, Mr. Stark."

"Don't ever call me 'Mr. Stark' again." 

"Okay." There is silence. "Can.. Can I call you dad? Nevermind. It was a stupid thing to ask, I'm obviously imposing-"

"Yes. You can call me dad. Just-Peter, do you know if you're safe?"

"Not really, Mr. Stark."

"Tell me your surroundings."

"It's- It's weird. When I look up it's orange, with some purple-ish clouds, I guess. When I look to my left and right, all I see is land. It stretches out like an endless plain, really. It's been that way for a few days. We keep traveling, though."

"Who is we?"

"Well  when i first- I don't know, got here? I was alone. Scared and in pain, I'm pretty sure I passed out from anxiety, I don't remember much. When I woke up, Doctor Strange? The wizard guy? Was standing over me and using his green space powers to wake me up, I think."

"Okay," Tony says slowly. "Okay. What happened next?"

"I was too weak to walk. Energized, because I think I slept for a long time, but weak. Doctor Strange's cape.. cloak? wrapped around me and kind of made me float around next to Stephen. That's his name, by the way. Stephen Strange? He has phd's and stuff."

Tony was breathing in every word Peter said. He felt himself slowly becoming whole again. This was Peter in real time. Talking, breathing, and just barely living. He needed to find a way to get him out. "And then?" He asked.

"We walked for days. Weeks, maybe, trying to find other people. We helped some panicking civilians. Eventually we found Bucky, but I didn't get along with him until maybe a few weeks. We're kind of okay now I guess. Then we found Wanda, who might need some help when we get back to earth. She's chronically depressed and can barely move most days." His voice is sad.

"Then we found The Falcon, whose name is Sam. I think he hates me, but I don't know for sure. Then we found T'challa. We're looking for the Guardians next. Hey, Dad?"

"Yes, Peter?" Tony said. It felt so good to have those words pass his tongue again. 

"How... How are you going to get us out of here?"

Tony let's a tear stroll down his face.

"I don't know, Peter. I don't know."