Iron Dad Spider Son

May Parker

Hey guys I'm gonna try POV'S in this chapter let me know how u feel about it and if I should do it.

Peter's POV

The fight ended shortly after I had joined them.

They were all exhausted and wanting nothing but to take a hot shower and sleep.

But not me. I fidgited with my mask between my fingers before putting the mask on.

"Karen asks FRIDAY what's happening" I whispered not wanting the others to know that I was so worried. But I guess Steve heard it with his super senses because he gave me a pitiful glance.

"FRIDAY reports that Bruce has brought Strange over to help and Tony has just been rushed into surgery." Karen responds.

Tears sting my eyes and I shut them tight. I put my head in my hands trying not to cry.

"W--wake me up when *sniffle* we get there" I said changing form my sitting position to a curled up ball.

That's when they all noticed I was crying.

"Peter what's--"

"I'm tired just wake me up when we get there." I replied. I decided I would just sleep through the ride, that way I wouldn't be as worried.

Oh boy was I wrong.

Peter's dream (third person)

Peter ran into med Bay, searching for Tony as soon as he got off the jet.

When he arrived at the room. He saw Bruce and Strange with a sad expression as they tinkered with some things.

"Where is he? Is he okay?" Peter asked rushing to them.

Bruce shook his head sadly.

"No... no. No!" Peter shouted as he began to sniffle. "No he has to be okay, we're is he?!" 

Strange gestured to the door behind them and Peter ran into the room. He saw Tony on a bed still, eyes closed. With one of those machine things. There was a loud beeeeeeeeeeeep and Peter saw there was a straight line. Tony's arc reactor was dim, he had no pulse and he wasn't breathing.

"No.." Peter closed his eyes. When he opened them...

Tony leaned against a boulder or a rock or something as he looked off into space.

"Dad?" Peter questioned walking towards Tony. His heart was pounding so loudly in his chest he could feel it in his ears.

When Tony didn't answer Peter began to worry. He rushed towards him as he began to panic.

"Tony?" Peter asked, tearing up. No answer. Peter began to cry, "Mr. Stark?" Peter fell to his knees getting eye level with Tony, feeling to scrape against his knees but he didn't care.

Tony's head rolled to the side facing Peter eyes tired.

"Mr. Stark? Can you hear me? It's Peter." Peter croaked out. The arc reactor started to fade out. "Mr. Stark?" There was no answer, just lonely words echoing around.

Peter sniffled and looked up, gone. He was alone now.

"I'm sorry." Peter whispered as he let his head fall. He cried, he kept crying. His head pounded.