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Nightmare (Irondad)

Nightmare (Irondad)

I need to write something a bit more light-hearted right now. My other story is getting really sad. (Not a spoiler btw) Well yeah. Should I put word count on these? I just don't feel as if it's necessary.

Tony Stark's POV

I adopted Peter when he was a young boy. Only about 6 years old. That was before I created the Iron Man suits. Before everyone I loved was put at risk for being my family.

2008. Peter was 7. This was at the press conference where I revealed my identity.

"Truth is..." I took a deep breath and glanced behind me. My young son and Happy. I didn't believe in bodyguards. There was really no use for them if I could fight them off myself "I am Iron Man." Everyone cheered and asked questions. "I have to go. I am sorry to everyone whose questions didn't get answered." I walked out, Happy by my side and Peter on the other. I was making sure Peter wasn't recognized so no one would touch my son.

I got in the car, Happy driving so I could be in the backseat with Peter.

"Hey, Pete." I smiled. I really love him. He brought so much joy into my life. Every late night I would spend in my lab, I would spend time with him, too. If only I wasn't so busy. It was my fault who made myself busy. I'm such an idiot.

"Hi, Dad." Peter looked extremely exhausted. Poor kid. I must have really worn him out today. "Why do I have to hide?" I heard him ask.

"To keep you safe from the bad guys," I explain to my son.

"But I could totally fight them off!" Peter shows me how by punching the seat in front of him

"Please don't punch the seats," Happy rolled his eyes. I chuckle softly as I look at Pete.

"Bud, I know you could, but I need you to be safer than fighting them. What if you got hurt fighting them off?" Now I really sound like a worried parent. God, having a kid really has its effects on you.

"But dad..." Peter whined.

"Ah-ah! Dad's always right." I say as Pete giggles.

We get home to the tower and I walk in, Peter in my arms as he is sleeping.

"JARVIS!" I say throughout my household.

"Welcome home sir..." I hear JARVIS's voice distort as I see a guy sitting in my living room, looking out the huge window. He isn't facing me.

"'I am Iron Man' You think you're the only superhero in the world?" He turns around but isn't in the light. I have a heavy, sleeping kid in my arms and really don't want to talk to this guy. "Mr. Stark you've become part of a bigger universe. You just don't know it yet."

"Who the hell are you?" I look at the man, confused as to why and how he got into my living room.

He steps into the light. "Nick Fury. Director of S.H.I.E.L.D." He states, looking at me confusingly.

"Ah," I nod my head ever so slightly.

"I'm here to talk to you about the Avengers initiative."

"We can talk about this later. I, on the other hand, have a sleeping 7-year-old in my arms." I walk past him.

"Of course, Mr. Stark. We can have a chat after you put him to bed." Nick Fury insisted as he sat down on my couch. I roll my eyes as I walk over to the elevator. I press the button that goes up to the bedroom floor. I get out, Peter slightly shifting his head. I go to his room and tuck him in. I kiss his forehead and tell him 'I love you'. I am really not looking forward to talking to 'Nick Fury'.

"Alright," I am down in the living room again and have already sat down in a chair across Fury. "What'd you need?"

"The Avengers initiative." Fury talks to me for an hour before he gets called away. Every time he spoke I would usually just say "Okay," or "Ah," as a response because I didn't really know how to respond.

"Nice meeting you," I usher him out of my house. He only nods in return and I take this time to notice that I am actually tired. I go up to my bedroom and change into PJs. I fall asleep watching my favorite tv show.

3 hours later. Around 3 am.

I wake up suddenly to sniffling coming from the other side of my room.

"Buddy?" I croak, my voice was hoarse from talking a lot the day before.

"Dad? I- I had a bad dream..." Peter sniffled and walked over to me.

"Aw, wanna talk about it?" I pick him up and set him on my bed. "JARVIS? Put the lights on dim please."

"Of course, sir." The lights turn on to the lowest setting. It was still bright enough to see my son, though.

"U-uh... sure." Peter sighed.

"You don't have to. It was a suggestion." I softly smile at my boy.

"Well, I kinda want to talk to you about it because it involves you."

"O-oh. Then by all means." I say.

"So, it started out as this giant purple guy fighting me, you and all of these other peop- Well, not all were necessarily people." Peter takes a deep breath before starting again. "Dad, you were really getting the punches though. You looked so rough and beat up."

"Oh, buddy," His dream sounded terrible.

"But, wait, it gets worse." How could it get worse? My 7-year-old is envisioning me kicking someone's ass, but I am losing. "You end up taking these 'stones' and put them on your armor. Kind of like your Iron Man armor, but that was broken. The purple giant says "I am inevitable" and snaps his fingers. I am not sure of what was supposed to happen." At this point, Peter and I were fully awake. "But, then, Dad, you lift up your hand and say "And I... am Iron Man." and then you snap your fingers."

"W-what happens after that? Please don't say it gets even worse."

"Oh, no. That wasn't even a bad part." Peter gulps as he continues. "Everything goes white and I see you practically dying-"

"WHAT?" I exclaim.

"Y- yeah.." He sighs. "I go over to you and say "Me. Stark? Hey, Mr. Stark, can you hear me? It's Peter. Hey. We won, Mr. Stark- We won, Mr. Stark. We won. You did it, sir. You did it." You didn't respond at all. I continued talking, "I'm sorry,- Tony-" That's when I woke up, crying." By this time we were both in tears.

"Oh, Pete," I hug him so tight to make sure that his demons go away. "I assure you... That- That will never happen." I sigh. "Why don't we watch a movie?" I suggest, to lighten up the mood. I can't believe my kid dreamt that I died.

"Sure!"

An hour later, we found ourselves next to each other, sleeping. God, I love this boy more than anything and I would do anything to protect him.

A/N: Hey! Yeah, new Imagine. I hope you're excited. I had to watch Tony's death scene again just to get a better image of it- AND I CRIED. Oh well.

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