(Peter Parker x reader) Romeo and Juliet

66: Be Like Daddy

"Morgan. Morgan H. Stark. Want some lunch?"

I made a shushing motion to Morgan, who covered her mouth. Actually, she couldn't, but she tried.

Tony kneeled down in front of Morgan's tent.

From inside the helmet, her little voice said, "define lunch or be disintegrated."

Tony laughed, pulling the tent flap aside. Morgan popped her head out, a blue IronMan helmet on. I smiled, shaking my head. Tony looked at me with a soft smile. "Okay. You should not be wearing that, okay? That is part of a special anniversary gift I'm making for Mom." He slowly lifted the helmet off Morgan's head. "There you go. Are you thinking about lunch? Want a handful of crickets?"

Morgan made a face. "No."

"Thats what you want," Tony said, picking the helmet up. "That's what we're going to feed to Y/N. How did you find this?"

I was busy making a gagging motion at Tony.

"Garage," Morgan responded.

"Really? Were you looking for it?" He said.

"No." Morgan shook her head. "I found it, though."

Tony nodded, then looked at me. "Was Y/N helping you find it?"

"No," I said. "Tony, don't act like I'm the one who inherited your bad habit of getting into other people's things.

He rolled his eyes at me. "You like to go to the garage, huh?" He asked Morgan, picking her up. "So does daddy." He swung the helmet up, looking at it.

I crawled out of the tent, brushing my clothes off.

"It's fine actually," Tony said to himself. "Mom never wears anything I get her."

Behind him, I scoffed. A car door slammed shut, making all three of us look to the gravel driveway.

A fancy car had pulled up, and Steve, Scott, and Tasha were standing beside their respectable doors.

I'd driven off before them for the purpose of talking to Tony beforehand. I hadn't done that...I got dragged outside by Morgan.

Tony looked at me. "Take her in, will you?"

I nodded, taking Morgan from him and bouncing her on my hip. "Think you'll be like your daddy one day? Fly around in an IronMan suit?" I asked her.

She looked away from Tasha and Steve. "Maybe."

"Maybe. Okay."

"Now, we know what it sounds like," Steve said. "Tony, after everything you've seen, is anything really impossible?"

I watched the group from the other side of the sliding door, Morgan sitting on my feet.

Tony looked away from him for a second, his jaw clenching. "Quantum fluctuation messes with the Planck scale, which then triggers the Deutsche proposition. Can we agree on that? Thank you. In lamest terms, it means you're not coming home."

"I did," Scott said.

"No. You accidentally survived," Tony corrected him. "It's a-it's a billion to one cosmic fluke. And now you wanna pull a...what do you call it?"

"A time heist?" Scott avoided eye contact when he said it, like he was ashamed. 

"Yeah. Time heist. Of course. Why didn't we think of this before?" Tony said rhetorically. He was irritated. "Oh! Because it's laughable? Because it's a pipe dream?"

"The stones are in the past. We can go back and get them. We can snap our own fingers, we can being everyone back." Scott cut in.

"Or screw it up worse than he already has, right?" Tony said, turning away and taking a seat at the outside table.

"I don't believe we would," Steve said carefully.

"Gotta say this; sometimes I miss that giddy optimism. However, high hopes won't help if there's no logical, tangible way for me to safely execute said time heist." Tony shrugged.

I sighed deeply.

"Not if we strictly follow the rules of time travel," Scott said excitedly, "that means no talking to our past selves, no betting on sporting events-"

"I'm going to stop you right there Scott." Tony held up a hand. "Are you seriously telling me your plan to save the universe is based on Back to the Future?"

"No," Scott lied.

"Good. You had me worried there," Tony muttered sarcastically. "Cause that'd be horseshit. That's not how quantum physics works."

"Tony," Steve began. "We have to take a stand."

"We did stand. And yet, here we are." Tony opened his arms wide with his eyebrows raised.

"I know you got a lot on the line. You've got a wife, a daughter. But I lost someone very important to me," Scott argued, "a lot of people did."

I bowed my head.

"And now, now we have a chance to bring her back. To bring everyone back. And you're telling me that you won't even..." Scott's sentence faded.

Tony was beginning to look more and more agitated. I realised we weren't going to be able to convince Tony. "Go save your daddy," I muttered, and Morgan jumped up.

"That's right Scott. I won't. Leave it. Got a kid." Tony smiled grimly as Morgan opened the screen door, running out and hugging him.

"Y/N told me to come and save you," Morgan said, hiding her face in Tony's shirt.

Tony stood up, wrapping his arms around her. "Good job. I'm saved." He looked up at the group as I stepped outside. "I wish you'd come here to ask me anything else. Anything else. Honestly, I missed you guys, it was.." He swallowed down whatever he was going to say, looking at me. "Oh, and tables set for seven."

"Tony, I get it. And I'm happy for you," Steve said. "But this is a second chance."

Tony hugged Morgan tighter. "I got my second chance right here, Cap. I can't roll the dice again. If you don't talk shop, you can stay for lunch." Tony placed a gently hand on my arm, walking past me inside.

I shut the door, looking at the group before me.

"He's scared," Tasha said.

"He's not wrong." Steve turned around.

"Yeah, but I mean, what are we gonna do? We need him. What, are we gonna stop?" Scott gestured back to the door.

"No," I said. "No we can't stop. We just...we can't ask him for help. He didn't loose everything. Just half his world. He has other other half in his arms and under his roof, whereas all of my world is currently missing. He just...he doesn't quite get it."

Tasha nodded grimly.

I sighed. "I'll be home late," I told her. "I'm staying here."

Tasha turned away.

I went inside and shut the door, hearing Morgan's little feet as she ran toward me.

"Did you know they were coming?" Tony asked.

I turned around, picking Morgan up as she caught up to me. "Yes I did."

Tony nodded. "What's your opinion on this?"

I looked at Morgan, petting her hair. "I want to save Peter. I want him back."

"Y/N, I have Morgan. I can't risk that." Tony shook his head.

"I know, Tony, I know. But I don't have Peter."

"So you're saying..never mind, never mind." Tony went to walk away.

"I'm saying I lost the love of my life, Tony. You didn't. You lost a kid you cared for, but I lost a boy I loved."

Tony stopped. I could almost hear his heart breaking from where I stood.