Don't Leave Me Here - Starker

7

"Sir, Peter's heart rate has spiked again."

Tony sighed, running a hand over his face. "That's the third one tonight."

He was downstairs, working in his lab. He hadn't been particularly tired tonight, and figured he'd continue running tests on his newest suit.

"Please continue to monitor him. Let me know if he wakes up after this one." He sighed.

Karen agreed, and Tony continued working. Peter hadn't woken up after the first two incidents he'd had tonight, so Tony hadn't gone to check on the younger. He knew Peter hadn't been sleeping well, yet wanted him to get as much sleep as possible.

Although it was most likely a waste, with how restless he'd been so far.

Tony figured Peter was having nightmares about the night his Aunt was killed. And while he wasn't wrong, Peter's mind was plagued with a new nightmare tonight.

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A bright beam of light struck the hero, faster than Peter could even blink. He watched as Tony's thrusters puttered, and he fell a few feet, before stabilizing again.

"Shit!"

Peter continued to watch from his rooftop, ready to help the second the other needed him.

"Mr. Stark, what's going on?"

Tony's breathing was panicky, and slightly labored. "I don't know- need h-."

His comms had cut out, and with that, Peter leaped off the building, hurrying to the other.

"Friday!" He tried, but wasn't able to reach her either.

Tony's suit sputtered again before blinking, and Peter watched anxiously, as Tony began to fall towards the ground.

"Tony!" Peter cried.

He swung faster than ever before, and when he was within reach, he shot at Tony. The web caught, but it wasn't enough to slow the man's momentum. Panic filled him as he watched Tony hit the ground, his suit crashing into pieces around him.

"No! no-" Peter quickly hit the ground, rushing to the other.

"Karen s-scan him!"

Peter watched as Tony's Arc reactor blinked a few times, then went out completely.

Jumping from his sleep, Peter gasped, desperately trying to get air into his burning lungs. The panic he felt, shook him deeply, and with trembling legs, he pulled himself out of his bed and towards the bathroom.

He choked on sobs as he splashed his face with cold water.

"C'mon Peter, it was just a dream." He mumbled while trying to take deep breaths.

"Peter." Karen addressed him softly. "Try breathing in for four seconds, and out for four seconds. Really focus on taking a full, deep breath."

He agreed, focusing on her counting, trying to ease his anxiety. After a few minutes, he was still feeling shaken, but better than before. He took the chance to go to the kitchen and get some water.

When he'd drank an entire glass, he set the cup in the sink and turned, shakily making his way back down the hall. But when Peter passed Tony's door, he noticed it was opened. Fear settled in his body once more.

"Just a dream, Peter." He whispered to himself, shaking his head.

However, when he noticed the bedding had been thrown around and settled on the floor, Peter couldn't shake the feeling he had to check. He just needed to check on Tony, then he could go back to bed. But Tony wasn't in his room.