Spider-Man Oneshots (Irondad/Spiderson)

31 - Peter Stark (3)

Third PoV:

14 year old Peter Anthony Stark and his father, 38 year old Anthony Edward Stark, were currently sitting in a military truck being taken to their destination.

They were in Afghanistan in order to demonstrate their newest military weaponry, the Jericho Missile. They were both wearing suits and sunglasses, Tony with a glass of whiskey and Peter with water.

Tony of course made sure to not get drunk as he had his son with him. Of course he'd been drunk around Peter before but that was only on Christmas and New Years.

After Tony finally spoke up about why the soldiers weren't speaking, they were all having a pleasant conversation...with Tony possibly making some inappropriate jokes. They were all having a laugh up until gunshots and missiles were heard. Peter looked at his father in panic, only to be met with an equally panicked face on the older Starks face.

"D-dad?, what's happening?" He asked fearfully.

"I-I don't know son..." Tony replied shakily.

BANG!

The car came to a stop as a missile landed in front of it, killing the driver instantly. The other soldiers all got out the truck, informing the Starks to stay inside while they cleared the area. When Tony realised the men and women were all dead, he gripped his sons hand and quickly manoeuvred the both of them out of the truck. They both sprinted to a nearby boulder once they were in the open and took cover from the incoming missiles.

Tony whipped his phone out of his pocket and dialled Rhodeys number frantically, while still holding his sons shoulder.

They heard a whirring sound and suddenly, there was a loud thud and they both looked to their right and saw a missile. And ironically, it was a Stark Industries one.

"OH FUCK!" Peter shouted as he and Tony tried to back away from the inevitable.

BANG!

Tony and Peter flew backwards in the air and landed on theirs backs on the desert floor. Shrapnel lodged in both of their beaten chests and blood slowly pooling through their shirts, even through the bullet proof vests which ultimately didn't protect them all that well.

They both ripped open the top of their light blue shirts and peered down at their chests painfully. Both of their eyes widened when they caught sight of the gruesome wounds that laid there.

"D-dad..." Peter slurred as he vision went black.

Tony didn't have a chance to reply as he too blacked out, just as he heard shouts in another language.

Either of the Starks could hardly remember what happens after that but they do recall snippets of being dragged to a nearby cave and laid on a metal table as their clothes were torn off in order to see the damage underneath.

They remember the feeling of blood oozing out of them and the agonising pain of their chest being further ripped open, to make space for the metal contraption. The arc reactors.

——-skip——-

Tony awoke with a start, he looked around the room wildly before ripping out the tube from his nose and sitting up. When he did, he felt a weird weight in his chest that had defiantly never been there before. He looked down at his bloodied chest and he nearly passed out again at the sight. There in the centre of his chest was a metal circle, with a bright blue glow coming off it.

"W-what the FUCK!" He screeched.

He heard a pained groan to his side and his head snapped upwards to see his son slowly waking up on the army cot beside him. He too ripped out their tube which was up his nose and looked down at his chest.