Kid, tell me what happened: The Sequel

I got you bud

A/N: In honor of my first ever oneshot with the same title,  here we go!

Peter Stark-Rogers was relaxing in his room, reading a book when suddenly, FRIDAY reported, “Building going on lock down. Intruder alert. Intruder alert.” Peter quickly snapped his book shut, calling out, “FRI, what’s wrong?” FRIDAY reported, “It seems that General Ross has inflitrated the building. He is in desperate search of something. He has brought an overwhelming amount of agents with him. I suggest you find your Dads asap. They are in the living room as I tell them the same information.”

Peter nodded, already into a jog as he made his way to the living room, where the Avengers were suiting up. His Papa seemed to relax as he grabbed his shield once he saw him. He planted a quick kiss on Peter’s cheek, “Thank God you’re alright. Stay here bud, turns out Ross is HYDRA, and you know HYDRA, they’re after enhanced individuals.” A grim realization overcame him. Steve held his hands tightly, “Peter, stay here alright? Anything happens, you let us know through FRIDAY alright?”

Just as Peter was about to reply, everything went dark and Peter slumped to the floor unconscious. Steve caught Peter in his arms, checking him over for what could be the source of his unconsiousness.

Natasha scanned, “Sniper on out three o clock. She saw something on his neck, and carefully pulled it out. Bruce we got to examine this.” Steve nodded, hoisting Peter up bridal style as the Avengers boarded the Quinjet to the Compound. (SHIELD solves the problem because face it, the avengers have to take care of their lil spider.)

Suddenely, Peter erupts in violent shakes despite being unconscious. His chest heaves and the next thing they know, he’s seizing. Tony freaks, ordering Steve to set him down on the medical bed. Steve does so, him and Tony worrying about their son. Bruce takes the thing and rubs it together (seductively ;)) as he tries to restart Peter’s heart. After the third attempt, Peter’s body calms down.  (flippin ross botta get what he deserves.)

While Bruce works to find a way to wake Peter up, Tony flies off. Why?

Because no one, not one fucking person, place, or goddamn thing is allowed to hurt his goddamn son. And Ross is going to pay. Dearly.

With his life. (woAh with me y’all. woAh)

Tony wastes no time in invading his home, carelessly blasting agents to their doom. He doesn’t give a shit, let them see his face as they fall to their demise. They say to fear an angry Hulk, but what do they say about an angry Iron Man?

No one has lived to tell the tale. And neither has Ross.

With a swift uppercut to the jaw, and a well aimed kick to the groin, Ross splutters backwards, hitting his head over a chessboard, sending pieces scattering. Tony growled, “How dare you hurt my son!” He smacked Ross and blasted his body to smitteroons. (cause he in da room)

And they all lived happily ever after!