In which Tony Stark refuses to get better, ft. protective son Peter.
Tony wasn’t one to “get better”. If he was sick or tired, he would keep working until it wore off by himself. He’d also drink a lot of coffee, wine, and 5-hour energy.
The man had recently gotten back from a mission in Sokovia, and several persons were found dead. He wasn’t proud of it at all. But, instead of showing guilt, he locked himself up in his lab for days on end, trying to clear his mind.
Peter would constantly check on him, to make sure he was okay. The teen was constantly in and out of the Avengers facility, so the only time he was able to check on his father figure was at night, after a long day of school, crime-fighting, and homework.
“Hey, Mr. Stark.” Peter entered a code and walked into Tony’s lab. “I just wanted to- oh my gosh, Mr. Stark, are you okay?”
The innocent teen found Tony on the floor, his face pale.
“Hey, kid, yeah,” He responded, obviously out of breath. “I just fell, and.. didn’t get up.”
“Oh my gosh-“ Peter started to walk towards Tony before the man burst out in a fit of coughs.
“I’m fine-“ He breathed between coughs, as Peter squatted down next to him, nervously patting his back. The teen was unsure what to do, but thankfully, Tony’s coughing died down a few seconds later.
Peter placed the back of his hand on Tony’s forehead, quickly pulling it away due to shock. “Mr. Stark, you’re really hot.”
“I know.” Tony joked, although he didn’t get a laugh from his concerned ‘intern’.
“You should get some rest,” Peter told Tony, grabbing his hand and helping him stand up.
“I’m fine, Pete! A little fever can’t stop Tony Stark-“ He was cut off by a chain of sneezes.
Peter sighed, picking him up and carrying him upstairs and to the living room. Tony was confused for a second, but soon realized that this small, bony teenager had super strength. It was quiet, considering most of the Avengers were sleeping. He sat Tony on the couch, and left only for a few minutes.
Peter came back with 2 pillows, 2 blankets, a thermometer, tea, and cough drops.
“Oh my god, Peter, I’m really fine.” Tony laughed as Peter wrapped him in the blankets. Tony couldn’t help but smile at how worried the teen was for him.
“No you’re not,” Peter stated, giving Tony the tea and putting the cough drops on the coffee table.
Tony took a sip before scrunching up his nose. “What is this?”
“It’s tea, Mr. Stark. You can’t have more coffee.”
“You can’t tell me what to do.”
“Shut up and let me take care of you.”
Tony smirked, his eyes focusing on the television in front of him.
“Tony Stark: Does he deserve to wear the Iron Man suit?”
There were people saying things about Tony, none of which were particularly nice. After the incident in Sokovia, many people felt Tony was responsible for the many deaths. One of the people included was Tony Stark. He hated what had happened, and he felt horrible. He failed.
He failed the people who died and their families. He failed Sokovia. He failed his friends and family. He failed the Avengers. He failed the whole world.
He failed his whole world: Peter.
“Mr. Stark!” Peter was grasping onto Tony’s hand, trying to calm him down. Without even noticing, Tony was hyperventilating. Peter had turned off the television, trying to stop Tony from freaking out.
“It’s okay, Mr. Stark, it wasn’t your fault.” Peter didn’t know what to do.
“I’m okay, I’m okay,” Tony tried to convince himself as tears stung his eyes. He tried to breathe. In. Out. In. Out.
“Yeah, in and out, you’re doing great, Mr. Stark!” Peter smiled anxiously, unsure of what was happening to Tony but trying to fix it.
“Alright,” Tony had finally mostly caught his breath, and cleared his throat. “Hey, I’m okay, Pete, don’t freak out.”
“Mr. Stark, what was that?” Peter had an innocent, terrified look on his face.
“I should’ve told you about these before.”
“This has happened before?”
Tony slightly laughed before coughing a small bit and sniffling. “Yeah. It’s- I have anxiety. It’s not too bad, just sometimes I get these panic attacks when I’m stressed or, you know, nervous.”
“Oh.” Peter sighed. He didn’t know how to respond except for, “Sometimes I get anxiety too. But like, only when it’s really loud and people are yelling, and then my senses go haywire and I freak out.”
“You never told me this, Pete.”
“You didn’t tell me either, so now we’re even.”
Tony smiled. “Seems fair.”
Peter rested his head on Tony’s shoulder, wrapping himself in one of Tony’s blankets.
“Don’t do that, you’re gonna get sick.” Tony told Peter, trying to push him off. Peter refused.
“I’d rather get sick with you than be healthy not around you.”
“That… doesn’t make sense.”
“I know. I’m tired.”
Tony let out a congested chuckle. “Night, son.”
Peter looked up. “Did you just-“
“But it sounded like-“
“I didn’t and I never will.”
Peter snuggled back on Tony’s shoulder. “Okay,” He mumbled as he closed his eyes. “Goodnight, dad.”
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