Irondad and Spiderson One Shots

Prank gone wrong

A/N- I hope everyone is okay and stays safe during this time of craziness.

T.W- Panic attack.

Summary- When Clint thinks it would be funny to pull a normally innocent prank on their youngest, it very quickly backfires.

(Third Person P.O.V)

Something that only a select few people new about their youngest, Peter Parker, also known as Spiderman: is that he has PTSD.

Now you might be wondering where from and what is it.

When Peter fought the vulture, he went through many brutal things, mentally scarring him and making him be triggered from anything that reminds him of that horrible night.

Anything that falls on him, makes him feel like he is back under that building, slowly being crushed to death and suffocating.

Anything that is small, and covers his body, like flour, sugar, sand and so on, makes him think he is back on the beach. The plane having just crashed, fire licking him making his lungs burn from the smoke, heat slowly consuming.

So when Clint decides to prank the young spider by making balls fall on him, then throwing flour on top, what's the worst that could happen.

(Peter's P.O.V)

I walk into the common room, seeing Clint sat there looking over something. When he hears me enter he looks up and smiles widely at me, a spark of mischief igniting his eyes.

I shake the unease off and sit beside Clint, turning on the telly and ignoring everything else.

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After some time Clint gets up and looks to me.

"You wanna make some food Pete" He asks.

I think for a minute then shrug and stand up, when he sees this a smile comes to his face, making my senses tingle slightly.

When we walk into the kitchen Clint says, "Go get the sugar kid, from the cupboard" he instructs.

Nodding i walk over the the cupboard and open it.

Something starts falling all around me, then something is poured over me. I can hear laughter but it is soon drowned out by the pumping of my blood in my head.

My breath comes out in short pants as i can't focus on anything but the weight on top of me, or the sand that digs into my body as the flames increase, and the building collapses onto me.

All sound is gone, it hurts to breath and i feel myself scream, as i try desperately to get out from under the building, and the fire.

(Third Person P.O.V)

When Peter walked over to the cupboard Clint smirked and grabbed the flour. As soon as the balls fell all over Peter, Clint threw the flour all over him.

Clint burst out in laughter oblivious to the panicked teen.

When Clint heard Peter breathing harshly, Clint looked up at the teen, worry consuming him and very quickly replacing the amusement.

Peter was now on the floor, tears streaming down his face as his hands held his head, clenching his hair, his breaths being harsh and ragged.

"Peter, are you okay" Clint said, approaching the teen.

When he got no reply he started to panic and lightly touched the teen on the shoulder.

Again, Peter didn't react, but Clint could hear Peter mumbling something over and over.

Listening closely he heard the constant "help me", his voice weak and cracking with fear.

Clint knew then and there that he messed up, being able to recognise the fact he was having a panic attack.

"FRI, get Tony. Now" Clint demands, starting to worry as the kids breathing gets worse and worse with every passing second.

Not even a minute passes before Tony is there, his eyes landing on the teen. When he spots all the balls laying around Peter and the flour, he sends a hateful glare toward the archer, who in turn looks down in shame.

Tony walks to Peter, and sits in front of him. Without a word, the billionaire pulls the spider into his chest, not caring about the tears that are soaking his dress shirt.

Running a soothing hand through his curls Tony shushes the child, whispering reassuring words to him.

"Petey, buddy, listen to my voice" Tony says, tightening his grip on Peter.

This seems to get to Peter a little, as Peter buries his head into Tony's chest, listening to Tony's heart beat.

Something in Peter tells him, that he must be okay, last time he was trapped under the building, he didn't hear someone's heartbeat.

Peter tries to concentrate on the voice that is slowly trickling into his mind, pulling him from his panic.

After a while, he can feel the hands around him, the fact that his head is buried into someone's chest, that he recognises from the voice that is following and the blue glow that is cast on him.

He glances up and sees Tony looking down at him, worry in his eyes.

"You're okay kiddo. I'm right here, you're safe" Tony says, making sure Peter knows he is safe.

Before Peter can say anything Clint interrupts and says, "Peter, i'm really sorry, i didn't know that would trigger you."

Peter shakes his head and says, in a slightly hoarse voice "It's okay Clint, i know it wasn't your fault, you didn't know this would happen."

Clint sends Peter a relived smile and leaves the two alone.

"Thanks dad" Peter says, making the normally cold hearted man, feel his heart fill with love and joy.

Tightening his grip on Peter he says, "Always, son."

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A/N- Have a nice day.

- M xx