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Papa= Steve

Dad=Tony

With the Vulture incident, Peter had been permanently scarred, or mentally at least. (this is superfamily, next will be irondad for a l o n g time :)) He can’t stand flying, the mere mention of it is enough to make him unconscious. Steve had suggested that the three go for a private vacation, in Malibu.

Thing is, they have to fly there. After all, you can’t drive over water.

Which leaves Peter Stark-Rogers with a mucho problemo. He has to go on the plane.

Which leaves him utterly terrified.

Just as they prepare for their departure, Papa wraps an arm around him, gently reminding him that if it gets too much, they’ll land the plane. Peter nods and tries to relax, but his super spidey nerves are all on high alert.

They get on, Peter claiming the window seat, and Dad trying to fight him for it. Papa takes the seat in front of him, which just so happens to be the only other window seat. Tony mocks a pout, “It’s my jet.” Peter snickers, “Too bad, so sad.”

Tony mocks a betrayal now, “Alright, I see how it is.” Steve acts with a too innocent smile, “Then how is it?” Tony replies as he sits down, “Bangable.”

Peter groans, covering his ears, “Dad! Eew! Gross!”

Steve plays along, enjoying his son’s discomfort, “Well I know what we’ll be doing as Peter sleeps.”

Peter closes his eyes in addition to the hands clamped over his innocent ears, “If the media knew! If the world knew! You guys are gross!”

Tony and Steve chuckled, and Tony nudged Peter to lower his hands and open his eyes. Peter “glared” “the visuals! They hurt.” Tony rested his head on Peter’s shoulder, “Sure bud.” Peter mocked a pout, “It’s not funny!”

“For you it isn’t!”

“DAD!”

“Fine, fine, I’ll stop. Spidey swear.”

The distraction was successful and Peter was alright for most of the flight.

But then, s o m e t h i n g went wrong.


T U R B U L E N C E.

Peter flinched, the crayon flipping out of his hand. His breathing rate began to quicken and he felt himself get transported back to the night of the Vulture. Tony grabbed his hands gently, flashing him a confident smile, “Pete, it’s alright, you’re alright, just breathe with me alright? In and out.” He used his hand to dramatize his breathing, trying to get Peter to follow.

Steve gently ran his fingers through Peter’s persistant curls, “Pete, bud, you’re alright, you’re safe. You’re here, on a jet with me and Dad. Alright?”

After a few minutes, Peter calmed down, leaning into Tony’s hold, as Steve continued to run his fingers through his hair, “You’re alright bud, we got you.”

Yeet

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