Irondad and Spideyson One-shots

Lyric One-Shot

So I've seen other people doing Lyric one-shots and I'd never thought of writing one. Until I was listening to this song. I listened to the first bit and Inspiration struck. I saw an opportunity for Irondad fluff and I took it.

See if you can guess the song.

So here it is. (Important A/N at the end, Lyrics in bold and italics)

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Peter walks through the compound before going straight to his room. Today had been a bad day on a completely different level. He had had a sensory overload in class, Ned had been out sick, and Flash had bullied him relentlessly. Flash hadn’t hit Peter, but sometimes words hurt more than any punch.

Have you ever felt like nobody was there…

“A burden” 

“Worthless”

“Annoying”

“A Loser.”

The words echo in the teens ears as he walks in his room, feeling isolated and destroyed. 

Have you ever felt forgotten in the middle of nowhere.

Peter wiped the tears that had started to fall as he sat on his bed, throwing his backpack to the ground. Usually he would go to Mr. Stark and sit in the lab, forgetting all about the terrible things that were being said. It had been like this for a couple months now.

Have you ever felt like you could disappear…

He spent most days alone after school either sitting at the compound or trying to help as Spider-Man, not wanting to burden his friends with his problems. But right now… Peter felt lost.

Like you could fall…

Peter was trying to hold back the tears. He was a super-hero. He’s supposed to be strong. 

And no one would hear.

But sometimes even Spider-Man breaks. Peter hugs his knees to his chest, burying his face in his arms as he tries to hold back the tears streaming down his face and quiet sobs manage to escape.

Well, let that lonely feeling wash away…

He’s not sure how long he sits there before he feels comforting arms embrace him. Peter didn't need to look up. He knew exactly who it was.

Maybe there’s a reason to believe you’ll be okay.

Peter wanted nothing more than to hug the man back, and allow himself the comfort. To lean into the embrace and allow himself to be weak. Even if it’s just for a moment.

Cause when you don’t feel strong enough to stand…

“What happened?” He asks, and Peter just shakes his head. “Pete you have to tell me what’s wrong.”

You can reach...reach out your hand.

“It hurts.” Peter says quietly, his bullies words echoing in his mind, taunting him. The man just hugs the teen tighter, running his hands through his light brown curls. He can hear Peter’s quiet cries, and with each one Tony’s heart breaks a little more. He doesn’t know what exactly happened, but he knows his kid is in pain. And he needs to fix it.

And someone will come running

“I’m here Peter.” Tony whispers, wishing he could take away every ounce of the kid’s pain.

And I know they’ll take you home…

Peter breaks, wrapping his arms around his mentor and hiding away as Tony holds him protectively. Tears stain Tony’s shirt, but he couldn’t care less. And honestly Peter didn’t either. 

Even when the dark comes crashing through

All Peter knew was that he needed this. He needed to be held and for someone to tell him that he was okay. Right now he was weak, and he was hurting. 

When you need someone to carry you…

Tony holds his kid, protecting him from the world and whatever else that my try. All that matters is that his kid is okay and he’s happy.

When you’re broken on the ground

That’s the only way to describe the feeling Peter was dealing with right now. He felt broken.

You will be found.

Peter hadn’t known Tony was in the compound, let alone be the one to comfort him. He had assumed the man would be busy, but he was here. He had found him.

So let the sun come streaming in, 

Peter allows a small smile as his sobs turn to sniffles. He was here.

Cause you’ll reach up and you’ll rise again

Peter was still hurting, but now the sadness didn’t seem so inevitable. The dark feeling seemed less scary, Less powerful, and less overwhelming. 

Lift your head and look around…

Peter looks up to see his mentor, worry and pain clear in the man’s eyes. 

You will be found.

“You okay?” Tony asks softly as Peter wipes the tears away. Someone found him. He isn’t alone anymore.

“Not yet.” Peter replies, “But I will be.”

“I know you will. You’re a strong kid Pete.”  Tony notices the kid’s slight smile. “What’re you smiling about?” He asks, his own smile in his voice.

“Nothing. I just...I love you dad.”

Now Tony is holding back tears of his own.

“I love you too son.”

Okay now for the important Authors note.

Earlier in my book I announced a fan art and cover contest. I am going to post the results...AS SOON AS MORE PEOPLE ENTER!!

I don't care how you think your art looks, I'm sure it's amazing. So submit your art for goodness sake!

I can't choose winners until I have contestants. So let me see your art!

(Refer to the fanart chapter earlier in the book for details)

I larb you all 3000,

Nat