Irondad and Spiderson One Shots

I remember

A/N- Hello peoples.

Summary- Tony remembers some things from when Peter was younger.

(Third Person P.O.V)

Tony wiped away his tears as he held his sons hand a little tighter. 

"While you lay here, i can't help but remember the first time you spoke..." 

*Flashback*

Tony held his babbling one year old in his grip. Laughing slightly as he watches Peters arms flail about, pointing at things and smiling and giggling. 

Tony walked into the lab, making sure to steer clear of all the dangerous things, not wanting to hurt his kid. Peter pointed at the iron man suits and Tony brought him over to them. Ever since Peter first saw the suit he loves to go back and see it and poke it. 

His eyes shone brightly as he looked at it. He looked to the suit then back to Tony. 

"It's the iron man suit bubba." Tony says to his son. 

Peter once again looked at the suit then back to Tony, his eyes seeming to be calculating everything. 

He then kept his gaze on Tony and said, "i'on man."

Tony eyes went wide as Peter giggled happily at the face his father was making.

"FRI, did i hear that right?" he asks, still looking at Peter with a shocked face. 

'You did sir, i have also saved it to 'Peter being adorable' file for you.' FRIDAY replies, sounding cheary for an AI. 

 Tony's shocked face morphs into one of pure joy as he hugs his son, knowing his first words were iron man. 

"I'm so so proud of you Petey." Tony says as he watches his son smile brightly at him. 

*End Flashback.*

Tony laughs a little at the memory, remembering how happy he was. And he always goes back to watch it whenever he gets a little sad or just wants to watch it. 

He watched as Peter chest rose and fell with each intake of breath from the machine. He wished with every bone in his body he could take his place, so then his child would be okay. He should of saved him, he should of got there in time so this wouldn't of happened. 

Tony hates the fact he may never see his kid wake up, and light up a room as soon as he were to walk in. 

"I still remember how proud i was when you started to walk..."

*Flash back*

It was a few months after Peter's first words and Tony is still proud of him. He has started to talk more, but nothing that makes all that much sense but he of course is still very proud of him for it. 

Peter has been trying to learn to walk, but he still needs someone to help him and make sure he won't fall. 

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Tony was watching as Peter tried to stand, of course he made sure there was nothing sharp or the floor was hard in case Peter fell, so he was on the carpet. 

Tony was sat a little aways from him, watching what Peter does. 

Peters face looked determined as he slowly rose on his shaky legs. Tony watched with pride as he saw his son slowly start to rise up. 

As soon as Peter was standing he smiled brightly looking at Tony. 

Tony smiled at him, with an encouraging nod. 

He slowly started to take a step forward, shaking only a little. A giggle echoed around the room, Peters face lighting up. 

"Dadda." He said as he made grabby hands toward Tony, while taking another step forward. 

"Come to me Petey, i know you can do it." Tony encouraged, as he also held his arms out for his son. 

Peter took another step, then another, shaking a little in between. Then, he was in his dad's arms. 

Tony ruffled Peters curls saying, "I'm so proud of you bambi."

"Dadda." Peter said happily while hugging Tony. 

"FRI?" Tony says looking to the ceiling only quickly. 

'Saved to the file sir.' FRIDAY replies, yet again sounding happy even though she is an AI. 

Tony couldn't help but smile widely, feeling more and more proud with his kid with every day that passes. 

*End Flashback*

The constant beep of the heart monitor was the only thing keeping Tony completely together. 

He might lose his son, and he can't cope with the fact he may never hear his laugh, voice, or see him smile. 

He held Peters hand tighter and whispered "Please don't leave me Petey."

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A/N- I was gonna kill him off but i thought that might be mean. 

- M xx