IronDad and SpiderSon One-Shots

Without You...

Description: Tony's been missing for over a year and left behind his husband Steve and his son Peter. But just like that Peter had found himself captured and with little hope in his heart. Peter often holds onto Tony's IronMan helmet when he needs support until one fateful day...

A/N: My god why is my mind so depressing

Words: 2658

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Peter had been through way too much in his life. First his parents, his uncle Ben, his Aunt May. Then he finally saw the light when he was ten finding Tony and Steve Rogers-Stark standing in front of him. From that day he was their son.

Life had finally started to turn around for the teen. He had an amazing family and he felt like he was on top of the world. He finally felt happy.

Then his damn Parker luck had to take effect on him again. Just simply on a recon mission there was an explosion. All they had found from inside the building where Tony had been, was his helmet. Nothing else.

Peter had been having an amazing day that day but everything crumbled in when he pops had to tell him. Peter had held onto the helmet during the whole story. Poor boy only 15, on his birthday, another family member had gone missing and is most likely dead.

So now here he is. Laying in a cell in a HYDRA base. Holding onto the one thing he never lets go of. Not knowing that the owner of the helmet was in the other room.

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"I really miss you dad. Pops and I both. My birthday was a week ago and I really wish you could've been there. I did my driving test and now I can legally drive.. kinda. I know that you aren't dead. I may be one of the only people who still believe that you are. But there's something that tells me that you're somewhere out there. I won't ever stop believing that you're okay and somewhere out there. This cell is dark and dingy. The metal arm and leg itch a lot but I don't really care that they're there. Pops is probably still somewhere out there looking,

But I don't know if I have any hope for myself anymore. Things have become too much. I can feel myself crumbling in. I don't want to give up but it's hard. They've done horrible things that I just want to be able to curl up in yours and pops arms and for you both to tell me it's going to be okay. I-I really miss you dad" Peter helplessly cried as he curled himself into a corner.

The metal arm and leg that had been forced onto him was glistening in the little bit of light that seeped in. He was still in a very tattered Spider-Man suit that was almost completely falling apart. He held onto the IronMan helmet that he was given clutched tightly to his chest. It was the only thing that he was allowed to keep on him since it was disabled and was just a piece of metal. His web shooters were nowhere near him and all he had was a small tinge of hope that was dwindling on the edge.

"Would you cut it out kid. Your speeches are so dumb it's sad" the guard hissed peeking in through the peep hole.

Peter knew not to talk after that. Or else something bad would happen and he's already been through enough.

"Sir! We have a breech. It's the Avengers!" Another guard freaked seemingly running in place.

"Grab the kid. He'd make good bait" the first guard ordered before running off.

The door to Peter's cell opened and a small looking man peeked in seeing the teen in the corner. Peter peeked up glaring with his brown eyes, standing up trying to be intimidating.

Without warning, Peter took off into a sprint pushing past the guard into the hallway.

"HEY! GET BACK HERE!" The guard yelled shooting at Peter.