I Confess - Ironstrange

Waiting is the Worst

Tony's POV:

I waited...

And waited...

Waited for the door to open, nervously I was waiting to comfort my son. It was so hard to wait, I felt like I've been standing at the door for hours. Just waiting for him to open it. 

Soon I realized he wasn't opening the door, so I tried to turn the knob myself. But it was locked, and I couldn't get in. 

"Pete? You in here? Can you please open up?" I asked from the other side hoping that he would hear me and open up.

I got no answer. My heart stopped.

"Okay Pete! Stand back!" I warned just in case if he even was in there. I walked back a bit, then ran full speed into the door. It crashed down onto the floor as soon as I hit it, but then sent me through his room and onto the floor where I felt my arm being crushed by my body. 

I quickly got up trying to ignore the pain coming from my right arm, as I scanned the room for Peter. 

He wasn't even in there.

I could feel myself collapse onto the ground, I fell onto my knees. I already failed not even as a father yet, what would happed if I actually became his father. I tried to stand up and look out the window, maybe he went out as spider man! Yeah that was definitely it. 

I rushed over to the window, and stuck my head out to see if I could still see him. Then I realized, I could still track his suit!

I rushed back over to the door way then quickly ran down the stairs. I didn't see where I was going.

 I tripped over a step. 

I fell. 

And that's all I remember. 

Stephen's POV: (Finally IK)

I waited for Tony to come back, and say "Oh I talked to Peter, and we're all good now!". But that never happened. 

I waited...

And waited...

But Tony never arrived, and I was starting to think that he chickened out and went down to his lab to hide away from his soon to be son. 

I rolled my eyes, and decided to go check up on him. I opened the door to my room, and walked out into the hallway. I looked down to see the door to Peter's room, and Tony wasn't there. Same with the door. 

I knew he chickened out. Of course he chickened out. So I walked over to where the basement was, and headed down there. 

But halfway down the steps I saw a foot. Tony's foot. But it wasn't moving. I rushed over to him, to see that he was unconscious and on the floor. There was blood coming from his head, and his arm was definitely broken. 

I grabbed his body and held him up, he face was all beaten up from the fall. I panicked but knew that, that wouldn't get me anywhere. I began to carry him bride style up the steps and into the living room. I quickly placed him down on the couch, and I dug my hands into my pockets to grab my sling ring to get us to the hospital quicker, then I remembered I left it in our room. So I ran over to our room, and kicked open the door, I dug around in the drawers to try and search for my sling ring. But it was nowhere I remember putting it. 

I then ran into the kitchen to find a phone. I finally found one and dialed 911. 

"911, What's your emergency?" Said a women's voice through the phone, I ran over to a small drawer and rummaged for a towel or something to stop the bleeding.