Alright so I've been writing for a couple years without actually doing anything with the stuff I've brewed but I decided to try this FanFiction stuff for once. So I'm starting this as a one shot and if you people like it I'll see if I can actually make a story with this.
Warning for OOC'ness because shit, Stark's character is difficult to write.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything
Tony Stark's POV
So I get back from my wonderful trip to the Asian parts of the world, only to see a cloud of dust rise in the distance as I was flying over the road.
Driving is so 2016.
Always being the curious one, I went off the road and flew my way over to the dusty cloud.
"FRIDAY, you seeing what I'm seeing?"
"Of course sir. I'm afraid I can't make out what it is." I rolled my eyes and went a little faster. "But I am detecting a life form in the middle of it." Oh damn. Well better hurry then.
"It seems the abandoned carpark has collapsed by an unknown cause," FRIDAY informed me.
Debris was everywhere, forming a huge pile. I could see glass shards splintered all over the place, I saw big blocks of cement in a big pile of... blocks and cement but the thing that actually made me panic was the hitched breathing coming from somewhere in the middle of that. I instantly remembered the reason why I came here.
"FRIDAY."
"Scanning," my AI immediately responded and I briefly heard a nyim kind of noise echoeing through my ridiculously expensive but glorious red and gold armour.
Not 3 seconds later, FRIDAY announced she was done with scanning.
"The person is alive with a highly elevated heart rate, indicating panic. I also-" "Help! He-lp! I'm- I'm stuck! I'm down here! I'm down here. Please!"
I widened my eyes as I instantly recognised the voice that was screaming for help. A voice I never wanted to hear in that way.
"Peter!" I yelled, an extremely worried feeling nestling itself in my stomach. I saw the rubble move a little, just enough to make a few pebbles roll.
"Peter! Hey kid!" I yelled again. I heard franctic gasps and I flew down, pushing some boulders aside to find him.
"Peter where are you!"
"I'm here! Mr. Stark!" Peter croaked from somewhere in the middle.
"FRIDAY where is he?" I growled, moving more and more boulders aside. My intern was stuck underneath a freakin' building, however the hell he ended up here. He's so grounded.
"5 metres to your west side," my AI replied quickly so I did what she was indirectly telling me to do.
Panic settled itself when I saw this huge block of cement, shaped like a room with windows and everything, laying on top of a long piece of building.
"Oh god. Peter! Talk to me kid!" yelled, letting FRIDAY guide me towards Spider-Man.
"Mr. Stark! I'm so- sorry! I shouldn't have messed with this but I had no choice!" His words rolled out of his mouth in a mess of an apology.
"Pause Spider-Butt, steady breathers alright? And please quit apologising and call me Tony for once," I interrupted him, trying to distract him a little.
"I can't move Tony." That's one of the few times he actually called me Tony when I told him to. It came out so shaky and scared that I never wanted to hear my name again.
I cheered internally when I saw Peter's old mask lying in a puddle of water, rippling as drops of water from the concrete hit the surface. The slight smirk on my face disappeared as soon as I saw half of the reflection of Peter's face in the puddle, merging with the mask.
Even now I could see panic and pain written all over his face. His eyes were wide, darting all over the place to find me.
"There you are," I said as I turned around the block, now fully able to see Peter slowly being crushed by the long piece of building with the concrete block on top.
"Please hurry. I don't think I can push it up without hurting myself any more."
Wow so much faith. Well I guess having a building on top of you really cracks your confidence.
"Then we'll do it together. You can move your arms right?" Peter looked at me with so much panic that I had to wince. His face was wet, either from sweating, crying or the water, mixed with the brown dust and sand. His nose was bleeding a little along with his lip while the rest of his face remained intact but dirty.
I let my faceplate go up and disappear as I crouched down in front of him, grabbing a hold of the cement.
Peter nodded, answering my previous question and grunted as he moved his arms upwards. With his gloved fingers holding onto the cement, I activated the blasters so I could help the little hero push the boulder off of him.
Peter yelled out as he tried to push but ended up being disappointed, like me, when it did nothing. "This isn't working- Tony-" "Nu uh. Do I have to call you Spider-Butt again?" I asked, looking around for another way while also trying to distract Peter.
"Only if I can call you Coca Cola can." He shot back. I snorted. "I'm sure that wasn't your joke. You're usually not that snarky with me."
"Falcon called you that once."
"I hope you webbed his mouth shut for it," I replied, trying to repress the annoyance now directed at Falcon. I was going to have a talk with him about that one.
"I tried." He let out a breathy laugh.
"I'm gonna blast the building off of you. I'm getting frustrated. FRIDAY?"
"No no! Tony! Mr Stark wai-" I ignored his protest, letting my suit charge up to full capacity and then let everything go out of the blasters in my hands, right onto the room.
I saw Peter covering his head as it exploded for a small part.
The concrete block was pushed a good distance away, effectively freeing the pillar it was crushing and giving Peter a better chance at moving the pillar.
"Try and push it off now!" I yelled at Spider-Man, who looked a little sick.
"Come on Spider-Man," I urged him on as I took my place in front of him, my armoured hands next to his.
He gave me a doubtful look, full of pain and panic, but fortunately did what I told him to do.
Peter yelled as he started pushing the pillar up. I saw him slump pretty quickly though. He sighed and frantically shook his head.
"I can't, Mr. Stark. I can't do this." I glared at him. "You're not just going to give up kid. Try again," I almost ordered him. He just shook his head, wincing. "Just leave me here Tony-" "No Peter. We're going to keep trying. Even if it takes all night. We'll get you out of here. You're Spider-Man kid! You pulled a 20ft super-ant to the ground with webs for god's sake, almost killing yourself in the proces, you nearly ripped your arms off while holding a freakin' ferry together. I can go on and on and on. One little pillar compared to mutated freaks? Come on kid." Peter just looked at me, dumbstruck at my tiny outburst. He didn't seem like he knew exactly how proud I was.
"You ready kid?" I asked him, planning to talk with Peter too after all of this was over.
He just swallowed, nodding but otherwise didn't respond.
"Come on then."
It took some time but I was glad Peter didn't give up this time. He kept on pushing and yelling, which sounds a little weird but remember the context here, until the boulder actually started to move. Of course the blasters in my hands helped. There was no possible way I was going to let him do this himself. He was injured enough as it was.
"It's working!" Peter yelled. "Keep going," I said encouragingly as I felt myself lifting up a little along with the pillar.
There was enough room for Peter to move freely now but I was going to make sure the pillar didn't fall back down. Go big or go home.
"Little more!" I yelled, letting FRIDAY activate the boosters.
We successfully made the pillar fly a good distance away from us, making it crack as it came back down with a loud crash.
I crouched down next to Peter, who was coughing and crawling out of the spot he'd been stuck in for god knows how long.
I grabbed his arm to make him stand up, a little wobbly but standing nonetheless.
He looked pretty surprised.
"Anything hurt?" I asked, looking him over. Peter shook his head, smiling a little.
"I'm okay. But I'm going to feel my back in the morning. And my legs. And my-" "I get the point."
"Don't tell aunt May about this."
"Go kick some parakeet's ass."