Irondad and Spiderson One Shots

Stop...Please

A/N- Welp.

T.W- Blood, Swearing.

Summary- When Peter and Tony are on the way back from a mission, something happened to Tony.

(Peter's P.O.V)

Me and Tony were on the way back from a mission, everything had gone good.

We were fighting a villian who could control your thoughts if he touched you.

Thankfully we stopped him and he didn't touch us to control us.

We were just walking down the road, getting some air, after the battle. We both still had our suits on, not bothering to change.

Tony suddenly stops and i turn to him in confusion.

"Are you okay?" I ask him, worried he might have been hurt.

"I will be." He says, his voice strangely emotionless as his repulsors start to charge up.

I take a tentative step back, feeling dread enter my bones.

"I will be okay. When you're dead", as he says this his repulsors raise and shots a repulsor blast at me.

I only just have enough time to jump out of the way, the heat singing my suit and slightly burning my skin.

"What are you doing?" I ask in shock and fear, then it all sinks in.

He is being controlled.

I try to think of a way that could work, the man is dead.

He surely can't control him.

But as that thought goes through my head, another blast is shot my way, hitting my shoulder.

I fall to the floor in pain and hold back a sod of pain and sorrow, unsure of what to do and how to stop this.

I can't hurt him, i know i can't.

I shakily stand as he approaches me, his normally calming blue glow of the suit sends a sinister glow casting across me, making me shiver in fear.

The closer he gets, the more scared i become.

I never thought this would happen, Tony always said he would look after me, never hurt me.

Yet, here we are, and i might not make it out of this one.

Fear races through my veins as i stumble back, trying desperately to get away.

"Please don't" I say pleadingly.

He just keeps walking forward, not stopping once as he says "You know kid, i never actually liked you. You've always been a burden to me and the others. No wonder your aunt also died, she just couldn't stand you. Really, nor can i. You just go on and on and on, a never ending stream of shit that pours from your mouth, why can't you, for once in your whole life. Shut. Up."

Every word is like a stab to the heart, my nightmares suddenly coming to life in a traumatic painful way.

I try to back up more but hit a wall.

I stare helplessly into Tony's eyes, holding my bleeding and broken shoulder.

His fist seems to move in slow motion for me, but i can't move out of the way, it's like my brain won't allow me to move.

His fist collides harshly to the side of me face, pain rippling across the side of my face and making tears fall helplessly to the floor.

Over and over again he hits me.

The physical pain hurts, don't get me wrong.

But the emotional pain is what seems to destroy me, making me want to curl up into a ball and never move again.

Suddenly he lifts me off the ground by my throat, throwing me like a ragdoll to the side of the wall.

I can hear, and feel multiple things crack and shudder under the force.

My back screams in pain, as does my mind, wanting nothing more then for this pain to be over and done with.

I try to stand again, but am kicked brutally in the stomach.

Groaning as the metal boot comes in contact with my belly i fall again to the floor, only to be kicked over and over by the metal boot.

By the end, i can feel the blood dripping down my broken face, as i cough roughly into the asphalt.

I'm lifted back to my feet, having no strength to fight back i allow it to happen.

His hand clasps dangerously tight around my throat as i am yet again slammed into the brick wall that resides behind me.

As his hold around my neck tightens, and i feel the bones start to whisper in fear, i try one last attempt to end it all.

Looking directly into his eyes i choke out "Dad. Stop...Please".

I feel his grip on my neck loosen slightly, tears now streaming down my broken face as i try to stay conscious.

Then i'm on the floor again, only this time To- dad is there beside me.

His mask is down and his eyes are wide in fear and guilt as he looks at me.

"Pete" He sobs, before everything crashes down around me and my vision turns to dark.

(Tony's P.O.V)

No.

I should have been stronger.

The villain had touched me, i thought that because he was dead nothing would happen. I mean sure it was strong and i fought against it, but i should have fought harder.

I pull Peter into my chest, praying and begging he will be okay. I remember everything, every plead, cry, every fucking bone that broke by my hand, every rude comment, and my fist and boot colliding with his innocent body.

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I refuse to leave his side, not wanting to leave him. I know i shouldn't be near him, i could have just killed my kid, but i can't let him be alone, not now, not ever.

I have his hand in mine, just watching his peaceful face. Somehow his face looks peaceful, even though it is black and blue. And it's my fault.

Just as i am about to look away, i see his eyes flutter open, before landing on me.

(Peter's P.O.V)

As soon as i woke up, i remembered everything. But a part of me was also saying it wasn't his fault, and that part was winning.

Looking around the room, i see dad sat there, guilt all over his face. Dark bags lay limp under his eyes, emphasizing the lack of sleep he had.

"Pete" He chokes out, tears already steaming down his face.

"I am so so so so sorry kid. I didn't mean any of it, you are the best thing to ever enter my life, you are the light of my life, i am so sorry" he rushes out, looking at me with pleading eyes.

I stay silent, just thinking over everything that happend.

I know he didn't mean it, he had no control. Without saying anything i shakily open my arms. In return Dad falls into my arms, crying into my shoulder and apologising over and over again.

"It's okay dad. You had no control. I forgive you. I love you dad" I say truthly.

"I love you too son, I'll never hurt you again. No matter what." He replies.

I smile at him as he pulls reluctantly away, i yawn and shut my eyes.

"Goodnight dad" I say tiredly.

"Goodnight son" He replies before i fall into a nice dream.

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A/N- I'm so tired and this was awful and i'm so sorry.

- M xx