Irondad and Spiderson One Shots

Hugs always make you feel better

Or 5 times Tony hugged Peter and the 1 time Peter hugged Tony.

A/N- I know no one can hug right now, but oh well. 

T.W- Bit ah blood. 

Summary- 5 times Tony hugged Peter +1 Peter hugged Tony.

(Third Person P.O.V)

1. 

A cry rang through the air as Spiderman was flung roughly to the side. The cry catching the attention of Iron man. 

Peter rolled onto his side, gasping for air as he felt his lungs constrict with harsh force in his chest. Every breath coming out in a small wheeze as he scratches at his chest trying to get his breath back. 

Tony looked over and saw his son gasping for breath and didn't hesitate to go help is son. 

As soon as Tony landed he could hear Peter wheezing even from where he was. He knew he had to help calm his child before he passed out from oxygen deprivation. 

He stepped out of his suit and kneeled beside his son. 

"Petey. I need you to breath with me." He coaxed to his son. 

Peter pulled his mask off and looked to his dad, desperately trying to suck in a breath.

Tony grabbed Peters hand and placed it onto his chest, he started to exaggerate his breathing. 

"Calm down Pete and breath with me, like i'm doing." Tony says, eyes focused solely on his son and breathing deeply. 

A few minutes pass and Peter starts to breathe properly. 

Tony pulls Peter into a hug, as Peter rests his head on the arc reactor. 

"That hurt." Peter mumbled, his words slightly muffled in Tony's chest.

Tony ruffles his hair and says, "I'm here now so you'll be okay."

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2. 

Sweat dripped down Peter's face as he stumbled out of his room. Cold shivers racking his body with every step he took. His face pale and dark circles under his sunken eyes, his usual bright eyes now turned glazed with a fever. 

His limbs were weak as he held himself up with the wall, in need of support. His hands seemed to shake uncontrollably as he moved on. Exhaustion seemed to flow through his veins, fogging his vision slightly. 

He knew it was late, but he was unsure of the time. He wanted help, but he didn't want to ask. 

He reaches the kitchen and sighs in relief when he sees a glass on the side. He picks it up, his hand shaking a little under even the light weight of the cup. 

As he fills the cup with the water he can't seem to stop the shaking that progresses with the strain of even holding the cup. 

Water spills sloppily over the side of the glass as he raises it to his lips, in need of something to make him feel even a little better. 

But when the cups meets his lips, his hand starts to shake even more and he loses his grip on the cup of water. 

It falls to the floor, water and glass shattering around the floor. The echo of the fall seems to resonate for a long time, and Peter can feel the tears rise in his eyes. They are about to spill when he hears. 

"Petey. Is that you bud." 

Peter turns and sees his dad. Tony looks at his son, then glances to the smashed glass and water on the floor.