Irondad & Spiderson · One-Shots

Murderer |02|

Summary; Part two of the last chapter. Basically, Tony keeps digging.

This one is shorter than the last. There will be a part 3, maybe even part 4. I kinda just wanted to get something out.

Same disclaimers as last time.

Tony couldn't help but smile. They had won. That hadn't suffered any large losses either. It was a big win, a win they really needed, and it was all thanks to that murderous kid. He could do damage to the previously immortal titan that not even the god of lightning could touch.

Looking over at the scene — where Peter killed Thanos — Tony's smile fell. His happiness was twisted into sorrow, and all of the good things that had happened just turned to dust.

Peter was on his knees, not moved an inch from where he landed after killing Thanos, crying. Tears welled from his face as he was sobbing loudly. His whole body convulsed and he jerked to the side, panting stressfully.

Tony didn't even glance around to see where everyone else was—or if they even were okay—before standing up after being knocked down. He winced as he placed his weight down on his right foot, as pain blossomed up inside him.

"Sir, I would advise you against standing with your injuries—" FRIDAY tried, her voice slightly laggy and choppy due to damage to the Iron Man suit.

"Let alone running . . . Sir, you should stop."

"Sir! My database tells me he's a violent criminal! It is unsafe to thread this closely without proper defenses on the exterior of your armor—"

"Shut up, FRI," Tony muttered angrily, choppily sitting down in front of Peter. He placed a hand on Peter's head, which seemed to startle him.

Peter choked up a sob and a whimper, his eyes flying wide when he perceived Tony Stark's face. He tried to sit up and crawl back fearfully but was stopped by Tony.

"It's alright," Tony shushed. "We won; thanks to you."

"I— I k—killed him—m . . ." Peter stammered in a panic.

"Yeah," Tony nodded and moved his hand to Peter's shoulder. "And saved us."

Peter was full-on shaking, ignoring Tony's company and turning around. He gasped with a hiccup when he laid eyes on Thanos' dead body. He began to mutter words to himself, too quietly for Tony to hear.

"You okay, kid?" Tony asked in a tone of worry, following Peter with his gaze.

"H—He's d—dead b—because o—of me—e . . ."

Peter's thoughts were abruptly interrupted when four—no,—five SWAT members circled around him, weapons high.

"Restrain him; prepare him for transport." One of them said to the others. They began closing in around the two.

"Hey, Hey! What are you doing!?" Tony yelled, struggling to get up as his foot failed him.

"Mr. Stark, just stay calm. We're escorting prisoner 0810 back to the Raft."

Tony scoffed. "Give him a break; he just saved the goddamn universe."

The SWAT officer shook his head. "No can do, we've got orders."

"L—Let t—them," Peter whispered between sobs, sniffling to finish off.

The SWAT team exchanged glances. The one who seemed to be the leader took a step forth in front of the others, getting into position. Unexpectedly, the officer kicked Peter with all his power in his gut.

Peter screamed in pain as he crumpled to the ground. Each other officer also took a turn at beating him up, a new, emotional scream every time. The screams echoed over the post battlefield.