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

Chapter 55: M'kay...love you.

Immediately Peter sat up, eyes wide and alert looking right at Bruce. "You're serious?" he asked, his hand holding Tony's tightly.

"Yes, I studied the chemicals used and managed to formulate a cure. All I need to do is inject it and wait a few hours, by then your powers should be back and-"

He was interrupted by Peter tackling him in a hug, "Thank you thank you thank you!" he said, Bruce smiled and returned the hug.

"You ready for it now?" he asked.

"Yeah, yeah let's do it." Tony stood up and smiled at Peter.

"Lead the way."

***

Tony was scared. He was terrified. Peter, his precious baby boy, had been through so much and now he could possibly loose his Spiderman powers forever.

When he thought back to when he first met Peter, the boy was so bubbly and full of joy, not wanting to displease anyone. He remembered how kid would ramble on and on until he realised what he was doing, apologising an stuttering out a nervous, 'Mr Stark.' How he would leave voice messages of him talking about his day, Tony never once replying due to fear of attachment, knowing if he got too close he would loose Peter.

And now here he was, holding the boys hand while they waited for Bruce to inject him, never once did Tony realise Peter would be his son. Never once did he believe that the kid would think of him like that, call him 'Dad' or be living with him. It felt so perfect so...right.

He had come so close to loosing him, those days he spent without Peter, knowing his son was in danger, were the worst days of his life. He had nightmares about the worst things possible happening, worried that Peter would loose his life because he got too close.

But no. Peter was fine. Peter was safe, and he was here, living and breathing.

Tony wrapped an arm around the boys shoulder and encouraged him to lean against his side, running a gentle hand through his hair.

"Everything will be okay Pete, I swear." He whispered kissing his head. "I'm so glad you're safe."

Tony swore to himself that he would never let anyone hurt his son every again. Not now. Not ever.

"Alright, Peter if you could sit up straight for me...yes perfect, watch your ankle, and Tony if you can perhaps stay by him. This will hurt but only for a minute or so." Bruce said while preparing the needle.

Peter sat up, with the help of Tony, and reached his hand out to grip the sleeve of the mans shirt. "Dad?"

"I'm right here buddie I'm not leaving." Tony promised.

Peter nodded and closed his eyes tightly, his free hand rubbing nervously at his leg.

"Alright, let me know when you're ready Peter." Bruce said, positioning himself next to Peter's right arm with the needle in his hand.

"Y-yeah, I'm ready." Peter replied, hands curling even tighter around Tony's arm.

"3...2...1."

Peters body tensed when the needle pierced his skin and a small whimper escaped his mouth, he breathed deeply through his nose and kept his eyes screwed tightly shut.

"Almost done." Bruce muttered while Tony kissed his head reassuringly.

Peter kept the tears in and focused on Tony who was holding his hand and whispering soothing words in his ears, it would all be over soon, it would all be over soon..he kept reminding himself.

"All done." Bruce gently pulled the needle out and applied some sanitation before placing a plaster over it.

"Well done Peter, you did really good."