Like Father, Like Son

Spiderman and Sweetness

Straight after breakfast, Peter's headache worsened to a point where thinking burned his temples. As soon as he attacked Vision and Steve's yummy pancakes, he mumbled that he was gonna take a nap and shuffled tiredly to his room. The moment his head hit the pillow, he was out like a dead light bulb.Tony shook his head and sighed as soon as Peter walked out, losing his appetite on the additional bacon Steve and Vision whipped up. Guilt panged through him for letting Peter's school run over him for interviews while he was sick. He cared about Peter, almost loved him. Though he would never admit it, he always daydreamed what it would be like to have someone as bright, sweet, and funny as Peter Parker as his own true son. He often toyed with the name Peter Stark, son of the billionaire, playboy, genius, and philanthropist Tony Stark. He imagined taking him fishing and to ball games, going father-son camping, and even how he would dress him if he was the one and only Tony Stark's son. And now, there he was, wistfully wishing Peter to be his son, yet didn't even know his school name. Sorrow was added to his emotional mixture of guilt and disappointment in himself when he thought of how many times he hung out with Peter, yet barely knew about his inside life. In fact, now that he thought about it, every time Peter tried to bring up something about his home or school, Tony would take advantage and turn the conversation to something about himself. He hung out so much with Peter, but couldn't even bother to listen to his own son-figure. He remembered how his own father, Howard Stark, would belittle him so much he felt more like a poor old beggar at his gate than the billionaire's son. The common days Howard's offensive remarks transformed into aggressive full-on insults, Tony would cry into his pillow and vow to become a better father one day. You sentimental hypocrite, Tony. No wonder Peter's so stumped these days, you're no good father-or father-figure - to him, and you will never be one. His father's voice roared into his head, still haunting him even after years of his death. "You okay, Tony? You don't look too good," Steve's concerned voice interrupting Tony's depression stage. "I agree, Mr. Stark," Vision added with a similar look of concern for his friend, teacher, mentor, and creator. Tony looked up from his lap and turned to the both of them, who was a wearing a star-spangled apron and a holding a spatula, and Vision, who was a pale green checked apron and holding a platter of pancakes. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, thanks. This is good by the way," He lied halfheartedly, starting to spear his breakfast and stuff it into his mouth. Steve and Vision didn't look convinced, and their frowns deepened. The other Avengers were staring at him with equally concerned expressions. "You sure, Tony?" Bruce persisted, raising an eyebrow. Dr. Banner always knew how to see right through his lies, and by the look of his face, he was once again not fooled. "We can all tell something's up, what is it?" Nat turned from the frying pan and she put a hand on his shoulder. Tony sighed, knowing there was no way out of his friend's watchful eyes. "I don't know, I guess I just don't feel like a good-enough-dad-figure to Peter. I mean, I didn't even know his school, and I let a bunch of high-schoolers from that dump yard go on a field trip tomorrow here. He's 15, and he didn't have a man to look out for him ever since Ben Parker died. I'm the closest thing he has to a father, but here I am, messing up his life when I'm supposed to be nurturing it. " He gushed as he pushed his forehead into his fist. His words were strung together in a great dash, as he was not used to telling how he felt about touchy topics. His friend's expressions turned from watchfulness and attention to compassion and care. "Aw, Tony, you're a great dad-figure to Peter, I mean his whole face lights up when he talks to you," Nat said, gently squeezing his shoulder. "Yeah, I mean, his school is in Queens, and your life revolves here in New York. It's not your fault you're so busy." Steve added. "Don't beat yourself about it too much, Peter won't be really mad, he cares about you way too much to feel that way," Sam added, giving Tony a light smile. "Mr. Parker isn't the only one who looks up to you as a father. You are the best possible light in his life, and I say so out of my own experience." Vision said as beamed at Tony, giving him a knowing smile. Tony 's spirits lifted, and he gave his friends a big smile. "Thanks, you guys," He told them gratefully. "I called dibs first, Bug Boy!" Clint's voice bellowed through the room, now fork fighting with Scott over the last chocolate chip pancake. "No, you did not! And it's Ant-Man, Bird Brain!" Scott yelled angrily back. Nat face-palmed, "Ты, должно быть, шутишь!" She murmured irritatedly before marching over to Scott and Clint and snatching the pancake away and stuffing it into her mouth. "Hey! Nat!!" They both yelled exasperatedly and they sank dejectedly. She smirked at them and walked away leaving them both sitting there pouting with crossed arms. (A/N: translation to Nat's Russian: you gotta be kidding me. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣)------When Peter woke up, his head felt heavy, his throat was parched, and his tonsils stung. After swallowing some Strepsils, He looked at the clock. 9 pm. And they had breakfast around 11. Peter was about to look for Tony when Karen's voice spoke into his ear. "Peter, There's a jewelry heist in Jenny's Gems on Western 27 Avenue with three armed adult male individuals with heavy criminal records." She exclaimed. A few weeks ago, Tony and Peter were working on upgrades on the Spiderman suit, and Peter came up with the idea that Karen could be an earpiece attached in his ear as well as in his mask so she could update him the very moment there were any crimes or bad stuff going on. Peter was sick, and his headache still lingered, but he knew better than neglect a mission. It was the reason he became Spiderman. He was graced with abilities like no one else, but when he didn't use them for the greater good, people died, and he already has seen enough death in his lifetime. He fished out his suit from under his bed and set out into the night to become Spiderman.------With two men plastered with web onto the wall, wriggling like helpless flies to tear free, Spiderman wrestled vigorously with the third, whom he guessed was the leader. They were pushing against each other with their palms rubbing furiously. Even with a thick scarf around his neck that covered most of his face, Spiderman could see the flaring ferociousness in his eyes. Eyes fierce enough to kill him.He roared in rage and releases one hand to draw out a knife from his pocket. Spiderman gasped in horror and clutched his arm, flings him around and slingshots him to the wall where his two friends were attached. He snarls and grabbed his knife, which was dangling from his hand. He then hurled it to Spiderman. It was a weak toss, but it was accurate enough for the blade to lash through his upper arm. He winced as it tore through the fabric and left a deep gash that began seeping bright red liquid. In frustration, he shot a web at the third who was attempting to run away. Right when he thought he had all three idiots webbed and at surrender, one of them picked up a separate knife and started sheering through his webs. Before Spiderman could react, he had speared himself free and was running to a van. He opened the door and got into the drivers, and just when Spiderman started running toward the van, he already took off onto the road and was speeding ahead. Rain poured onto the wound on his arm, and it stung sharply. Peter winced in pain but found the energy to run after the van. He shot a web at the bumper, but it dragged him onto the road, the front of his suit scraping on the street. The van was speeding so fast he couldn't flip over or stand upright. His ribs were shaking violently, and he found it hard to breathe, but he still yanked on the web and pulled himself on the top of the car. His head, arm, chest and back throbbed so much he felt faint, but he must keep on fighting. The van was swerving violently across the road, running red lights and bumping onto pedestrian roads, and Peter sometimes got motion sick. His stomach churned with their late breakfast, but once again Peter ignored it. He took a deep breath, jumped in front of the van, shot webs onto either side of him that stuck onto street lamps, and let the van crash into his torso. The van slammed into him, and the front of the vehicle was banged up. The truck jumped and shook fiercely from the impact. His spider strength made him capable of doing the same thing to a train. But for now, he was wounded, sick and tired. His lungs screamed in pain, and his ribs felt numb from the pain and cold. Peter looked at the thugs from the window and saw that the airbag had exploded into their heads, and now, all three were unconscious. "Karen, run vitals on the three, see if I did any severe damage." He commanded his AI. Karen answered by showing him the images of their injuries. "Broken ribs, severe concussions, one has a split collarbone, but nothing fatal or life-threatening." She answered. Peter breathed out in relief, ignoring the agony his chest was in. Even though he saw the Spider-man for a year and a half now, he never knew how dangerous his powers were. He was capable to kill people, and that was something, as Tony once said to him, didn't need on his conscious. Even the death of thugs could hurt his mindset. His own life, on the other end of the stick, was on the least of his priorities. He looked on his chest where he was dragged on the road with, as well as where the van crashed into him. His suit was severed, the fabric ripped and shredded badly, and there were many scars that bled through the torn fabric of his suit and probably needed stitches. He was also pretty sure he broke some bones, and his cheek was sore with a purple-black bruise. And he shuddered as he thought of what damage he might have on his chest and lungs. Oh, and the pain all over himself was excruciating. "Uh, Karen? run some vital tests on me, please." He croaked. In a few seconds, Karen showed him his not-so-good results. "The gash on your arm lost a lot of blood and in dire need of stitches, broken ankle, twisted wrist, a few misplaced ribs, and the bruise on your cheek are quite critical. The scars on your chest also need medical attention, a few of them are already infected." Peter winced at the news, worried about what Tony would think. Just then, it started raining harder, thunder blaring. Water poured over his wounds, making them sting unbearably, and the freezing wind sent shivers down his spine. "Your body warmth and temperature also dropped drastically," Karen added. "Uh huh, I know. C-can you put on the heater blowie thingie Dad put in this suit when he first made it for me?" He stuttered in the cold. "That would increase your temperature too quickly, dangerously imbalancing your homeostasis sustenance," She answered. Sirens were now wailing around them, and The rain that poured over his mask made everything a blue and red blur.Peter sighed as he grabbed the sack of gems from the arms of one of the thieves and handed it to the police. He ignored their thanks and swung back to the Stark/ Avengers tower, half asleep. The pain he felt overall was perfectly agonizing.---Peter's fingers stuck onto his bedroom window and slid it up. Thankful it didn't screech with the rain, he flopped into the window and fell onto the floor, tired, sleepy, sick, in pain, and overwhelmed. He slid off his mask and rested his face on the floor, almost about to sleep, when his bedroom light turned on. Peter looked at the doorway and saw a certain Mr. Stark with a furious glower on his face. "I'm so dead," He whispered as he smooshed his face onto the floor. "Agreed," Karen answered. Before Tony could say a word, Pepper stormed into the room. "Peter. Benjamin. Parker..." Her voice was looming and dangerous. Like the lull before the storm. "Do you think. It's a good idea. To go out alone in the middle of the night. Alone. Sick. In the rain. And fight armed thugs, and come back at 2 am?!?!?" She yelled so loud that Peter winced. Peter got on his knees and stood up wearily, but his ankle throbbed so much, his tiredness took over him, and he fell diagonally with his side leaned into a wall. Tony's face softened and put a hand on Pepper's back. "C' mon Pep, I would've done the same thing. He was just doing his job." He said in Peter's defense. Pepper looked at him, and she shut her weary eyes. She massaged the bridge of her nose as a headache came in. The bags under her eyes were dark, as Tony's. Peter was instantly sorry for any problems and worry he caused them tonight. "Cancel the search party, F.R.I.D.A.Y, we found him. Alert the Avengers and FBI, too." Tony commanded his AI. "What? Did you send the FBI to look for me? Again?" He asked as he rolled his eyes. Tony's face remained undeterred. "Of course I did. I was so worried about you." He said, pulling Peter into a hug. Peter sighed, and rested his cheek just below Tony's collarbone and put his arms around his shoulders. He almost fell asleep in Tony's arms. Just then, Sam and Scott -in their suits- appeared at the door. "You canceled the search?" Sam asked as he pulled off his glasses. "Yeah, he came back," Tony said as he ruffled Peter's curls. "Oh c' mon! I was on a date with Hope, when a very rude text interrupts my dinner going 'my spidey disappeared. help find him before I make YOU disappear'," He said as he pouted disappointedly. "You would've done worse if Cassie magically vanished in the middle of the night," Tony shot back with a smile, raising a finger at Scott. Scott pressed his lips together, contemplating. "True. Point taken. " He replied and put his fingers to his earpiece. "You can stop the search, AJ, he came back." He ordered the general of his ant army. Nat and Steve appeared at the door. "We heard what happened. Is he okay?" They said in unison. "Broken, bruised, scarred, and sick. Oh yeah, your fine and dandy, ain't ya, Pete?" Tony's voice dripped with amusing sarcasm, pulling Peter back by the shoulders and peering at him with playful eyes. Peter sighed and rolled his eyes at their protectiveness. Nat and Steve rushed to Peter's side and put their arms around him, now in a big group hug, along with Pepper. Sam and Scott, still at the door, weren't slow to join. Even if the whole wild goose chase in the middle of the night slightly annoyed Scott, he would do anything for his bug bro. And Sam had equal adoration for Peter, even though he once beat him up in an airport.Soon, Peter was being sugar coated by their affection. They would whisper sweet comforting words of love and encouragement and pride, smoosh him into a field around their one child, whom they loved and would do anything for. So this is what having a family feels like, Peter thought, as he put his arms our the necks of the nearest Avengers.

Sorry, its a little long, ik!!

hope u enjoyed!!

-sharon