Kid, tell me what happened: The Sequel

A Walk Through The City

“I, um, can’t walk.” 

The teenager’s voice sounded odd and scared as the words echoed out of his mouth. After the fall he had just taken, his legs refused to stop aching. Peter grunted as he forced his weight back on his feet only to wobble over and fall back to the ground as wet coughs slipped out. The words weren’t a calling, only a daunting realization. 

Right before he could crash onto the sandy beach, a pair of strong arms caught him and gently placed Peter onto the warm sand. One hand still clutched his son’s, and Tony’s other brushed loose grains of sand out of Peter’s hair, trying to soften the boy’s panic.

Tony’s voice was soft as he laid his boy down, “Hey, you’re okay. I’ve got you. In and out kiddo, y’know the norm that Bruce says to do more often than we should. Are you okay? That was some hit we just took. Lucky for us, Hulk hits harder.” He cracked a few jokes to lighten the mood as tears sprang out of the corners of Peter’s eyes from how much pain he was enduring. 

Tony frowned slightly, smile widening to calm his kiddo down, “Hey, hey, you’re okay. What hurts, hmm?” The hand that wasn’t latched onto Peter’s trailed down Peter, stopping where he felt torn fabric and seeping blood. Tony murmured softly, “Oh kiddo, you’re going to be okay. The wound isn’t deep.” The father applied pressure to his son’s wound, “I got you.”

Peter spoke tightly with a smidge of nervousness, “Still hurts like hell. Dad, I think something’s wrong. I can’t walk.” Frustration seeped into the boy’s tone as he continued, “It’s official. Beaches really are bad luck.” He craned his head so less sun was hitting his eyes, “I can’t believe we fell for that. Literally.” 

“That should hold for now.” Tony chuckled at Peter’s pun. His face plate was raised as he ordered FRIDAY to run scans over Peter just to make sure that the boy wasn’t hiding any other wounds. Besides Peter’s breathing and his own, Tony’s ears were radio silent. 

The father spoke aloud, “FRIDAY? Is this about the time I said that JARVIS was better, cause I did say that I was sorry.”

Nothing. 

Peter spoke, “KAREN’s not getting anything either.” 

Tony hummed, “Well, that’s not good.” He scooped Peter up, swinging one of Peter’s arms around his, “Which means no flying.” He offered as he pulled Peter closer to him, “Well kiddo, you did want to go to the city over the weekend right? Here’s your chances. C’mon.”

Peter rolled his eyes as he bit back a wince as he forced his feet to move, “I cannot believe that I have to do this a second time. First The Vulture, and now Ultron 2.0 decided to reboot some trauma.” 

Tony looked down at Peter, “You need to rest?”

Peter dismissed Tony’s concern, “Nah, it’s fine. For now anyway. If  I get tired, I’ll let you know. Are you okay? Seeing Ultron again?” 

Tony replied as he staggered his weight, his suit’s, as well as Peter’s nonchalantly, “Well, you know Ultron. Called himself my greatest creation that would purge humanity.” Tony shuddered, “Whatever that means.” He offered Peter a tight-lipped smile, “He’s wrong like he is with all of his opinions and ideas. He’s not my greatest creation. You are.” 

Peter blushed, “You’re so sappy, you know that?” He chuckled as someone shouted at him, “Do a flip!” 

Tony chuckled, “That is true, but you love it.” He then squinted, “So, what street are we on now?” 

Peter replied, “We’re on 5th Avenue.” He then swiveled, “Which means that we have about a half hour of walking before we get back to the Tower.” He heard the snapping of cameras and felt grateful that he had his mask on. Imagine the press finding out that Tony Stark had a secret son who also happened to be a growing in popularity Avenger? The press and paparazzi would have a whole field week. “And the press are going to have a field day.” 

Tony spoke wisely, “Here’s a life lesson for you bud, anyday can be a field day if you try hard enough. Well, let’s get going.” He scooped Peter’s arm so he was holding his as well as some of Peter’s and started walking. 

Peter huffed, “This is so not fair.” 

Tony chuckled as he pulled Peter along, “C’mon, this will be fun. After Bruce patches you up we can watch a Disney movie.” 

Peter huffed once again, “Then I get to choose. Frozen II.” 

Tony snickered, “You’re so mean to me, you know that?”

God im so bored that i’ve run out of ideas. Help. me. Requests. Like general ones or specifics. Concepts. Or favorite tropes. Thats the words im looking at. #helpme #ihatequarentine #idthinkthatsspelledright #ifcoronatakessummerawayimrioting #fuckcorona #smfh #andonlinelearning? #aHUGEturnoff. #okayimdone. #yolo #ewsarahwhosaysthat #me #yeet #yeet #yeeters #lmaoimnothigh. #lolireadthatasitypedit i am no thigh. #sksks  (this was written two weeks ago when I was high on boredom and it gave me a laugh so I'll keep it in here lol.

this I wrote at the very start of quarantine unlike the previous one hence the different quality of it. I've worked out some fic ideas, but if you still want to drop some requests, you're more than welcome to. I'll try my best to write them, especially with Ramadan right around the corner.  the original idea for this fic was for peter to be seriously hurt and tony would panic trying to get peter to safety, so the two had to tough it out back to the compound/tower but I didn't really want to try and write that elaborate plan.