~You Will Always Have Me~ Irondad and Spiderson Fanfic~

Chapter 18: I d-don't feel so g-good...

A/N: This chapter and chapter 19 contain alot of Irondad and Spiderson fluff :)

warnings: mentions/descriptions of violence

~this chapter takes place a few days after Chapter 17~

Peter was bored. Very bored. He had already completed his school work for the day, talked to his friends and watched TV.
He had no idea where Tony was, the last time he had seen him was this morning when he made Peter breakfast.

"Friday, where is Mr Stark?" he asked, eventually deciding that annoying Tony was much better use of his time than just sitting around doing nothing. "Boss is in his office, Peter, would you like me to get him for you?" He thought for a moment, what if Tony was busy and didn't want to hang out with him?

"No, but could you ask him if he is free at the moment?" She replied yes and a few mintues passed before he got an answer. "Boss said he is currently free and would be happy to spend time with you." Peter couldn't stop the wide smile that spread on his face, "Okay, tell him to meet me on the sofa."

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When Peter appeared, Tony was already sat down on the sofa waiting. "Hey Mr Stark!" he said, jumping on the sofa next to the man, twisting round so he was upside down looking up at Tony, his head almost touching the floor. "Hey kid, what's up?" the man replied, ruffling the boys hair.

"I'm boreddddddddd." Tony thought for a moment, "Hi bored, I'm Tony." Peter face palmed and gave the man a disapproving look. "I seriously can't believe you just said that." Tony just rolled his eyes playfully, "Well, whatcha wanna do bud?"

He hummed thoughtfully until he shot up in a sitting position. "I know! Can we spar?" he asked, his hopeful eyes shining brightly at Tony. "I don't know Pete.." the man hesitated, what would he do if the kid got hurt?

"C'mon Mr Stark pleaseeeeeee, it'll be fun, plus I need to practise." As much as Tony didn't want the kid to fight him, he was right. Peter had the responsiblity of being Spiderman and if he wanted to do that he needed to have practise. "Alright fine, but, we go easy on eachother and nothing to crazy. I don't want you to do a crazy flip and break your nose or something."

Peter laughed, "Yes, thank you! And okay I'll go easy but I would never break my nose from a flip, that's just called being dumb." "Sounds an awful lot like you Pete." Peter gasped in mock horror before giggling.

"Now lets go." he said, pulling Tony up and practically dragging him to the gym.

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In less than 10 minutes, they were already dressed in workout clothes ready to fight. They had decided to just work on their own physical skills, that ment no web shooters and no ironman exquipment.

"Ready Pete?" Tony asked, getting into position. "The real question is...are you ready?" he replied. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" "Nothing, I just always wanted to say that." Peter replied, also getting into position."Whatever you say, 3..2..1...go!" he yelled.

The sparring started off slow and steady, Tony throwing a few punches and kicks here and there, Peter flipping and also throwing a couple punches. At one point Peter managed to knock the man off his feet, however the victory was short lived as a moment later he too was knocked over.

It started to get alittle more intense as the time passed. Punches were getting harder, kicks were getting faster, but neither would back down.

However, just as Peter thought he was about to win, he flipped and landed awkwardly on his left ankle, hearing a painful snap. Before he could move out the way however, he felt a sharp punch to the side of his head, so forceful he ended up in a heap on the floor.