Iron Dad Spider Son

Not okay.

Idk how I feel about the POV stuff you guys like it? Idk let me know. Btw read to the very end of the chapter, there's something about this story at the end of it

It had been not much longer than a week after the May crying thing Peter had kept himself in his room only coming down to the kitchen to eat and going straight back up. He skipped school, didn't talk to anyone, stopped spidermanning, and did nothing but build/create new inventions or chill on his phone.

There was a gentle but noticeable knock on the door.

Peter looked up from his design to the door, waited, then ignoring whoever it was, he continued finishing the design so he could build it.

"Peter." A whisper could be heard. "Can I come in?"

Peter didn't even look up, instead he turned up the brightness in his lamp and focused on what was wrong with the wiring of the design.

There was a slight creak in the door and it opened slightly. Nat slipped in and walked over to Peter.

"How you holding up?" She asked, crouching so she was level with him because he was sitting.

Peter didn't say a word, instead gave her a look that said everything.

"Aw bud. I'm sorry." She sighed ruffling his hair. Tony used to do that too. "Look Pete. I... I wanted to know if you wanted to go to med Bay to see Tony... they... Strange and Bruce... don't think he'll survive more than a week..." Nat struggled to say.

Peter was shocked. He stayed in silencing thinking for a moment and Natasha was patient with him.

"I'll go." Peter croaked out, his voice rusty from not talking and the lack of water he received. 

Nat nodded sadly and together they walked to Tony's room.

It was so quiet. The only noise being the even beeping of Tony's heart machine. Nat stood at the door way as Peter walked inside looking at Tony.

The great Ironman. His roll model. Was on his death bed.

"If he doesn't wake up in a week there's a 100% chance he will either never wake up or he'll... pass on." Stranges voice interrupts Peter's train of thought.

Peter pulled up a chair to the side of the bed and sat down. He grabbed Tony's hand and stayed there. Silent. Still. Panicking.

He lost almost all of his family. Everyone but may. He couldn't now loose his somewhat father figure.

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Peter had been sitting on the chair holding Tony's hand for about 13 hours now. The Avengers had checked on him, telling him to eat, sleep, shower, etc. But Peter refused.

"Hey Peter." Steve soothingly said at the door way. "Let's go to your room so you can sleep. Come on Peter."

Peter shook his head.

Steve sighed, "like father like son. Is there anything I can get you?"

"In my room. The blue print designs and there should be a.... how do I explain this in a way you could understand.... it's like a square tray with a bunch of wires on it. And if you don't mind my toolbox. They should all be on my table." Peter replied.

"Blueprint. Wires. Toolbox. On it." Steve walked off.

Peter fidgited looking at Tony, waiting for Steve.

His hair wasbrown with a few grey strands. Pale skin that glistened with the hospital light. He just looked like he was sleeping. Calm. Peter looked at the blue arc reactor, confirming that he was alive. It didn't seem as bright as before though. Or maybe it was his eyes/ mind playing tricks on him.