You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
It was supposed to be a simple mission for Christ's sake, get in, kick some ass, and get out. It wasn't supposed to go like this, and oh my god the blood, so much blood. How could a teenager have so much?! Tony's breaths quickened and his vision tunneled and only focused on his son, god Peter, only focused on the shallow rise and fall of his chest as paramedics surrounded him.
He faintly heard a voice to move, but he couldn't move, he was afraid the moment he took his hands off of the wound, Peter would disappear and no, he couldn't, wouldn't, lose his son, the only thing he lives for, breathes for. Peter was his sunshine; his world would be dark and cloudy without him.
Somehow they ended up at the hospital, not that he cares, and he never once took his eyes off the brown haired boy, the beautiful face he fell in love with the moment Tony held him was now covered in red. He could see doctors, talking, poking and prodding, and why won't they stop, go help Peter, not me!
You make me happy, when skies are gray
Tony remembered Peter's first words, the happy 'dada!' echoing in his ears as he slowly walked to the glass that separated him from his son. He rested his forehead on the cold hard glass and watched the only thing that mattered bleed out on a table. Peter's first steps, his first day at school, their first actual fight, which he regretted to this day, 'I hate you!', and when they made up, all those memories flickered in his mind, bringing tears to his eyes.
Peter was sitting at his workshop, three years old, and was playing with a fake wrench. Tony didn't want to push him to science and engineering, but Peter loved it. A few minutes of silence passed, Tony working on schematics and Peter playing with his Captain America action figure. Out of nowhere, he felt a tug on his pant leg and looked down. Peter was looking at him, tears in his eyes.
Quickly, the engineer picked him up; worried he got into something and was hurt. Satisfied the child wasn't physically hurt, he asked why Peter was upset. The boy sniffled a little and looked down, "Daddy… do you love me?"
Tony was astonished, he told Peter he loved him every day, what brought this on? "O-of course baby boy, why would you think different?"
"Well," Peter started, still looking a bit down, "Harry told me you only kept me around 'cause you were stuck with me." the brown haired boy started to cry. Oh, Tony was having words with the child's father and gathered Peter into a hug.
"I would never think that Petey, I love you so much and you are the only one who makes me happy."
You'll never know dear, how much I love you
Tears were streaming down his face as he was pulled from his thoughts, a hand on his shoulder. He turned his head slightly, noticing it was Steve. Comforting words were muttered in his ears, but he didn't really listen, never taking his eyes off Peter. And, gosh, would that beeping just stop already!
Something happened in the room, doctors became noticeably more panicked and ran around a lot more.
Beep
(Charge to 200!)
Beep
(Clear!)
Beep
(Charge to 300!)
Beep
What was happening to his baby! Don't kill my baby! Tony slammed his fist on the glass, tears now rolling freely, his shoulders trembling
Beep
(Clear!)
Beep
Tony was barely standing, knees ready to give out as uncontrollable sobs racked his body as he cried and screamed for somebody, anybody!, to save his son, his son.
Beep
"Dad!"
Beep
"Daddy!"
Beep
"Da-ad!"
Beep
"I love you dad."
Beeeeep.
Please don't take my sunshine away
