Irondad Oneshots

He deserved it

So in here I'm using something that I've seen around. It's where Peter and Tony use Morse code to talk to each other when they either can't, or don't feel like talking. And/or for calming each other down. Italics are the Morse code speak.

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Peter waited anxiously outside the school for Happy to pick him up.

Today was Thursday, so he wasn't planning on going to the tower, but then Happy texted and said they needed him asap.

When Happy pulled up, Peter jogged over, opening the door, and sliding into the seat.

"What's wrong? Is Mr Stark okay?"

The bodyguard didn't answer.

"Uh... Happy? What happened? Is everything okay?"

The other sighed. "No. But I'm about to punch someone."

Peter frowned. "Why? What happened?"

Happy glanced in the mirror before pulling out on the road. "Because the rogues are coming to the compound. Something to do with fixing the Accords. And Tony is panicking about it. Pepper though maybe you could calm him down."

Peter went silent. He was angry, he admitted. Not at Tony, no. But at the ones who'd hurt him.

"Do I have your permission to punch Cap in the face?" Peter piped up.

Happy snorted. "Help yourself."

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They were greeted at the front by Pepper herself, who immediately ushered him inside.

"Tony locked himself in his lab, and told Friday not to let me in."

Peter tossed his backpack in his room, continuing to the lab. It was still locked when he got there.

Peter looked up at the ceiling. "Fri, open up."

The AI complied, the door hissing open.

Tony was on the couch, head in his hands, gasping for breath.

Peter immediately sank to his knees beside him. "Mr Stark? Are you okay?"

It seemed like Tony didn't hear him, the older man trembling, trying to quell the panic.

Peter rested one hand on Tony's wrist, one hand in Tony's own, his finger gently tapping against the palm.

It's okay.

Tony drags in a breath, hands reaching desperately for Peter's.

Steve. Here.

Peter bit his lip. Oh.

I know. He won't hurt you. I'm here.

"What are you seeing?" He asked again. "Where are you?"

Tony took a minute to answer, mind still lost. "S-Siberia. So cold. Hurts."

Peter started tapping again.

You're not there. You're here, with me. Peter.

He hesitated, then slowly, as if afraid of rejection, he hugged Tony.

Tony's arms went around him automatically. They stayed that way for several minutes before Tony's breathing slowed, his eyes losing the unfocused look.

"Pete?"

Peter nodded into Tony's shoulder. "Mm. You okay?"

Tony closed his eyes. "I will be. It happened again?"