Irondad Oneshots

Remember me (Part 5)

The brown haired teenager absentmindedly tapped his fingers along to the beat of a song playing through his headphones.

I miss the taste of a sweeter life
I miss the conversation
I'm searching for a song tonight
I'm changing all of the stations

He still had no memories of anything, which was worrying.

I like to think that we had it all
We drew a map to a better place
But on that road I took a fall
Oh baby why did you run away?

He stayed in the room they said was his.

I was there for you
In your darkest times
I was there for you
In your darkest night

It didn't seem familiar at all. Nothing did.

But I wonder, where were you?
When I was at my worst
Down on my knees
And you said you had my back
So I wonder, where were you?
All the roads you took came back to me
So I'm following the map that leads to you you-you-you-you-you
Ain't nothing I can do
The map that leads to you
Following, following, following to you you-you-you-you-you
Ain't nothing I can do
The map that leads to you
Following, following, following

Except for that man.

Tony Stark.

He knew him.

For some reason, the teenager felt like there was a lot he was missing.

Well, other than the normal amnesiac stuff.

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Apparently his name was Peter Parker.

He was fifteen, and went to Midtown tech.

His two best friends were Michelle 'MJ' Jones, and Ned Leeds.

He lived in New York with the Avengers.

And he was royally screwed.

Because another thing the people, the Avengers, hadn't told him?

He could stick to things.

Did stick to things.

And that was how he found himself trying to unstick his hand from his ear.

He had been leaning on the desk, propping his head on his hand.

Then he couldn't get it off.

He pushed himself up, trudging through the hall to the common room.

He could hear several voices, so he went ahead and pushed the door open.

There was the redheaded woman, Natasha, the archer, Clint, the walking American flag, Steve, and a dark skinned man with an eyepatch.

Tony was sitting apart from them, his head leaning back against the wall.

He flushed as they all looked at him.

Natasha's eyebrow slowly raised while Clint tried to smother a chuckle.

Peter bit his lip. "Hi. Can someone please tell me why my hand is sticking to my head?"

All of them started laughing, except for Tony and Natasha.

The latter stood up, making her way over to him.

"Come on, мой паук. I'll show you how to get it off."

Peter glared at the three who were laughing.

"Not having memories isn't exactly a treat. For your information, I have no idea what's happening right now. So can you not?"

There was a guilty silence.

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The day after was when Thor visited.

Him and Peter got along extremely well, so it was no surprise to any of them when he tried to hug Peter.

Except Peter himself.

So when the God of thunder went in for a hug, he came back out with a broken nose.

Peter was out of the room before anyone could say anything.

The others explained the situation to Thor, who was understandably outraged at the men who had done that to his young friend.

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Next time he came, he brought Loki.