Kid, tell me what happened: The Sequel

A Father's Love

Y'all gonna hate me for this, oof not that I'm scared, but y'all should be.

(For this particular fic everything is the same speaking on Infinity War terms except that Tony and Pepper are already married, Peter is their son and he survived the Decimation. And that Tony and Peter go to Vormir to retrieve the Soul Stone instead of Clint and Natasha who go with Steve, Hulk, and Scott at the invasion of New York City.)
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Whatever it takes.

Those were the thoughts that coursed through the genius brains of father and son as the spaceship of the feisty raccoon (?) settled onto the purple sand, and the latter looked around the foreign planet in breaktaking awe. 

Purple sand glittered through his vision as the vigilante craned his head up to look at the atmosphere. The sky was glazed with hues of pinks, both bright and dark, effectively creating a euphoric sense of bliss that at the same time carved fear into Peter’s young heart. 

He did a 360 degree turn, trying to observe the planet that supposedly took the life of Gamora, at least according to what Nebula told them. He searched for signs of life, buildings, a supported ecosystem but was only met with an infinite bank of glistening purple. And an incredibly high tower on the top of a sandstone cliff. 

His partner in the mission turned to him and spoke quietly, “I guess that’s where we’re going, kiddo.”

Peter warily nodded at the sight of the mountain looming over the pair. Something in his gut told him that this mission was going to heavily backfire on them, and that feeling increased the more Peter climbed up the mountain. 

Peter thickly swallowed as he looked up at the peak of the cliff, that was going to be a hell of a climb. Even with his abilities. He grumbled to his father, “Couldn’t we have landed up there?” 

His father glumly shook his head, “No, c’mon, a cliff is no match for Iron Man and Spiderman.”

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The hike up the mountain was long and tiring, even with Peter’s enhanced senses. The boy didn’t want to imagine how his Dad must’ve felt, and his Dad was far older than he was. About halfway to the top, Peter came to a well-needed stop to get in a few breaths. He didn’t realize how loud he was panting when his dad turned around and walked back to ensure his son was a-okay, “Pete, you okay?”

Peter nodded, turning to face the vast horizon, “Yeah. The view from up here is beautiful.” But terrifying. The teenager bite his lip to prevent the last bit of words spilling out, neither Stark needed unnecessary paranoia. Paranoia led to more complications, and there were already to many of those in life. 

Tony nodded, sensing the unspoken words lingering in the space between, “We’re going to be okay Petey pie. We’re going to do this, we’re going to bring everyone back.”

Peter stiffly nodded, and curled his thin digits around his father’s hand, as they together continued to climb up the rocky terrain. Once the pair had reached the top, Peter exhaled softly at the eerie yet mesmerizing landscape that was displayed right in front of his blown irises. 

Peter leaned against his father’s shoulder, and the two remained silent, each enjoying the majestic view while at the same time, doing their humanly best to ignore the twitching pit in their gut. The two lingered in the soft, soaked silence when a deep and emotionless voice broke out, following the soft sound of rustling fabric. 

The voice was as smooth as silk as it whispered, “Enjoying the view are you?”

The broken silence immediately triggered the fight or flight response within the Stark men. Both immediately turned around and braced themselves for a fight, should the occasion arise. Peter held a stance and spoke tightly, “Where is the location of the Soul Stone?”