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I Can't

angst? yes please

Shots rang out all around Brooklyn as soldiers invaded the space, firing at innocent civilians and cops trying to battle them. The HYDRA symbol on all of their thick coats shone brightly in the sun, reflected off the silver metal. A boy no older than 18 stood at the center, a red stripe across his own coat.

"Captain! There are too many policemen!" a HYDRA solider cried out as he stumbled toward the boy. The captain looked down, fingers tapping the gun at his waist.

"If it's too much to handle for you, soldier, you aren't needed." And with that, another shot rang out and the crying soldier had a bullet through his brain.

"Bloody imbeciles," the captain mumbled as he killed more policemen, his British accent shining through clearly. He rubbed his hand against his face as he continued to take down the offense.

"Sir! Stand down your men!" a voice sounded out rom above. The captain looked up toward the shining sun to see an armored suit of red and gold glimmering in the sky. He scoffed, shaking his head at the figure.

"Make me!" he shouted before aiming his gun up and shooting a quick round of thirteen bullets. The figure in the suit easily dodged the small vibranium pellets. Shooting downwards, the red and gold suit came spiraling towards the ground, soon landing in front of the captain.

"Stand down," the voice from the suit commanded, holding up one of the hands. A glowing circle formed tauntingly. The captain rolled his eyes.

"I will never stand down to you," he growled, brown eyes glaring fiercely into the suit's. The figure in the suit seemed to shrug before a ball of heat came barreling towards the captain, hitting him straight in the chest.

The captain winced at the burning sensation but stood strong, barring his shoulders. Who cares if his clothes had dissipated?

"If you thought you can overpower me, Stark. You've thought wrong," the captain seethed through his teeth, clenching his free hand into a fist. The figure, now known as "Stark," backed away, shocked that the boy didn't fall down in pain.

"H-How," came his stuttering voice, "how are you standing?" He raised his hand to fire again but the captain silenced his actions.

"Do not test me, Stark," he whispered menacingly.

By now, all HYDRA soldiers and policemen had turned to watch the interaction, firing at the offending opponents long forgotten. The captain's face was stone cold, emotionless, a hard glare set in his eyes. His jaw was clenched tightly as warm blood trickled down his coat from the burn on his chest.

Stark's faceplate opened to reveal his scared facial expression, his dark brown eyes shining with fear. The captain snarled and waved his hand downwards.

"Get out of here Stark, or you won't be alive to see me rise," he said through gritted teeth. "You let them take me, and now you will pay."

five years ago

"Get in, get out. All we need is the kid," a HYDRA soldier said to his men. The three others dressed in their thick coats nodded before sneaking into the small vacation house on the beach, footsteps silent against the wooden floors.

A few rooms over, a thirteen year old Peter Stark sat in his bedroom playing the piano. His fingers glided across the keys in swift motions, the white and black rectangles engrained in his brain. A loose curl of chestnut hair dipped in front of his eyes as he played.

The men followed the sound and the sergeant peeked his head around the doorframe to see the young boy playing. He almost felt bad for the young Stark, but orders are orders, and if you disobey the Head Officer you might as well commit suicide.

The tallest of the three other men quickly snuck in, crouching low. Peter was to encased in his playing he didn't notice the man until he was right next to him, his hot breath traveling down his neck. Before a scream could escape his lips, a hand was clamped over his mouth and he was dragged from the piano bench and into strong arms.

Peter bit the hand over his mouth, causing it to retract. "Dad!" he shouted out as a sob ripped from his throat. Tears steadily fell down his cheeks and he kicked at the soldier. "Dad! Help me!"

A hand was over his mouth once more and Peter was being dragged down the hall. He wasn't strong enough to take on these men by himself, if only he had powers like his family. The thirteen year old kicked at flailed his unrestricted limbs but it was no use- they were way stronger than him.

Peter was pulled outside and was dragged to the van. One of the men opened the backseat and the others were about to throw him in when Iron Man in all his glory came flying down from the sky, hands out and glowing. The men faltered but succeeded in shoving Peter in the back and shutting the doors.

They quickly ran around to the front, but loud shots rang out, hitting two of the four men. They fell onto the pavement, shaking from the pain. The remaining two quickly jumped in the van and the head officer slammed on the gas, speeding away.

present

"Peter..." Stark whispered, realization forming on his exposed features. "Peter my gods, I thought I lost you."

"You already did," the captain, now identified as Peter, snarled. "You lost me when they experimented on me."

"Peter," Stark begged, "please. Please stop this and come home."

Peter shook his head, holding his gun out towards Tony's face. "You've caused me enough pain, Stark."

"Peter, please," Stark cried, stepping out of his suit. Tears were in his eyes as he kneeled down under the eighteen year old's sharp gaze. "Please come home. We miss you, we can help you."

Peter's grip on the gun faltered slightly, his hand beginning to shake. His bottom lip trembled and the crowd that had gathered around them watched in awe and shock at their captain expressing emotion.

"I-I can't," Peter whispered, voice cracking. "I can't go home." Tony shook his head.

"Yes you can. Just say the word and I'll fly you out of here bud. Please Peter," he replied, looking up at his son. Peter took in a quavering breath closing his eyes.

"I'm sorry," he murmured before flipping the gun on himself, aiming it at his chest. A loud bang rang out around the square and Peter's body swayed before collapsing onto the ground, even more blood spilling from his chest than before.

Tony screamed in shock, hands fumbling as he grabbed his son's head. He rocked back in forth as Peter's eyes slowly began to fade, his fingers tangling in his hair. The eighteen year old blinked tiredly, smiling up at Stark.

"I... I love you, d-dad..."

And with that, his body fell limp and his eyes
closed, his breath leaving his body for the last time.

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