Irondad Oneshots

Remember

Heres an angsty fluff chapter for you guys.

Enjoy!(and please don't kill me)

"I hope they remember you."

"Mr Stark?"

"I don't feel so good."

"I don't know what's happening."

"Please, Mr Stark."

"I don't want to go."

"I'm sorry."

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Tony shot up in his bed, chest heaving as he fought for breath.

Not real not real not real

But it is real.

Or was.

Months later, even after Thanos is dead, and everything is reversed, Tony still has these dreams.

The memories haunt him, every waking moment.

Tony stands up slowly, trying to not disturb Pepper beside him.

He moves towards Peter's bedroom, wanting to reassure himself that his kid is safe.

Then he reconsiders.

Just because Tony is awake doesn't mean Peter is. Any sane person should be asleep at this hour.

So Tony heads for the lab.

To his surprise, though, Peter is already in there, on the floor beside the window, and as he comes closer, Tony can see the tear tracks on Peter's face.

It makes him look so much younger.

Too young to bear the pain of what he has been through.

As Tony sits beside him, Peter looks up, quickly wiping his eyes. "What are you doing up?"

Tony studies the teenager, noting the dark circles under his eyes, the way his gaze flickers around the room, and his shaky breathing.

"Same as you, I'd guess."

Peter squeezes his hands together, the knuckles going white. "Do they ever stop?" He asked quietly. "The dreams?"

Tony rubbed his hand over his face wearily. "Your dreams... is it Thanos?"

Peter sighs at the mention of the name. "Yeah."

Tony nods. "Same here."

Peter moved closer. "What do you dream about?"

Tony shakes his head. "The war. Fighting Thanos on Titan. Then, watching everyone disappear. And you dying. I can still see it. I remember how the light hit the debris around us. Turning, to see you, and you looked so scared, kid. So scared. And I was scared, because I couldn't lose someone else. Then you came to me, and I tried to hold you, to keep you with me, but I couldn't. I couldn't. And I lost you. Like that."

There's a silence.

Peter came closer, wrapping his arms around Tony, and burying his face in Tony's chest.

"If it makes you feel better, I didn't go to you because I wanted you to fix me. I knew I was dying. I just wanted to be with you. Because you're like my dad."

He was quiet for several seconds.

"My dreams are about him too. Sometimes about dusting. But mostly I dream that he stabbed you. Except I couldn't get to you in time. And you die. And he's just standing there, laughing, like he didn't destroy the one person that I can't live without."

Tony exhaled shakily, bringing Peter closer, and hugging back.

"I love you, kid."

He can feel Peter stiffen with surprise, but then he relaxes.

And there's the smallest smile on Tony's lips when Peter whispers back.

"Love you dad."