Kid, tell me what happened: The Sequel

What's Going To Stop Me? (Nothing)

Peter was curled against Tony's side, head nuzzled in the crook of the older man's neck. He groaned at the movement coming from the older man eyes fluttering open, "Dad?" Tony wearily smiled down at the sleeping boy, hand rubbing over a patch of skin on his forehead, "Hey, it's okay. Ssh, go back to sleep. I just got to go quickly on a mission. The team needs me. I'll be back later today okay?"

Peter nodded mumbling  "I love you" as he closed his eyes and returned to a black abyss.

Peter spent the rest of the day at the Tower watching Netflix and catching up on his book waiting for his Dad to come home. Then he hung out with Pepper, trying not to laugh as she handled annoying reporters who just couldn't mind their own damn business. She smiled fondly as she readied up some cookies for the boy having a quick conversation on just how annoying the media could be before having to return to handle more pesky reporters.

He lazily stood up to stretch asking JARVIS, "Hey JARVIS, when will Dad and the team be back?" JARVIS replied in his very British accent, "I would say around six or seven, perhaps eight the latest." Peter nodded, thanking the AI.

He lazily roamed the Tower for a few more hours letting boredom drive him throughout the different floors of the Tower. Deciding to work in his lab for the remainder of the day he began working on some upgrades that he and Tony discussed.

He didn't realize how long he was buried in the lab when he checked the time and did a double-take. It was ten pm. He went upstairs to find the rest of the floor deserted with no traces of his Dad.

He called out to the AI, "JARVIS? I thought Dad would be home by now?" JARVIS replied, "It appears that there was an issue during the mission and the team is heading to the medbay." Peter immediately panicked scrambling to the medical floor praying that his worst fears weren't going to happen.

The elevator couldn't have gone any slower and Peter was already scrambling through the half-opened doors searching for the team. He spotted Natasha's iconic red hair and approached her. The team looked bad, like bad. Natasha was kneeling over, heavily panting blood splattered all over her face. Peter froze, Natasha hardly got hurt. He called out, "Aunt Tasha!"

Natasha turned to see the panic-ridden boy race up to her eyes in shock as he took in the team's state.

Steve was limping with an almost broken leg. Clint was in a similar state as Natasha plus a heavy gash on his forehead from crashlanding the jet. Instead of the Hulk, it was Bruce, indicating just how bad the mission went. Even Thor, Thor was bleeding. But where was his father?

Then he saw a team of doctors push a figure onto a gurney to begin operating on him. Peter looked closer at the figure and almost threw up. That figure was his Dad. Peter began racing to him tears pooling his eyes when strong arms held him back. He heard Natasha's voice speak softly, "Peter, I know you're scared, but let the doctors do what they gotta do. He'll be okay. He's Iron Man."

Peter leaned into Natasha's hold feeling nothing but pure fear and terror course through him. He never saw his dad hurt, he was Iron Man, but seeing his Dad unconscious, bloody with an oxygen mask over his limp form only brought the bile back in his throat. Natasha sat him down, softly stroking his back whispering words to calm him down.

Peter whispered into Natasha's ear, "I'm scared."

Natasha pulled him in for a hug, "I know, he's going to be okay. He's handled worse."

After she was all taken care of, Natasha guided Peter back to his room, encouraging him to get some sleep. Peter tried really hard to fall asleep, but the fear of worst-case scenarios kept replaying over and over in his head. That morning when Natasha came to "wake him up", Tony was still in surgery.