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Tony had thought Peter would have learned his lesson by now. Don't take on villains that can obviously crush you like a toothpick.

But no, Peter loved to stick up for the "little guy and stay close to the ground". If Tony knew how many times his own advice would come back to bite him in the ass, he'd never have said it.

He'd been doing doing a great job of keeping common criminals off the streets and helping out the NYPD here or there.

Tony hadn't been seeing him a lot lately, as he was caught upstate as the Avengers attempted to try and reunite and fix the Accords.

He wasn't going to even come to Queens until FRIDAY had alerted him that Peter was fighting and not doing so well. That was the Tattletale setting on the suit. It came in handy when the suit was being worn by a teenage boy hell bent on fighting every single villain that walks with earth. Without calling in any backup.

So he hopped in a suit and hauled ass to where he saw Peter's location on the GPS. The entire flight, he prayed to see Peter in one piece.

When he finally arrived on the scene, he saw that Peter was holding his own, but with this douchebag in an armor that looked like a Transformer, he was starting to struggle from fatigue and all the hits he was taking.

Tony swooped in alongside Peter and started to shoot his repulsors at the man. Peter stopped briefly to look over at him and Tony could hear the smile in his voice as he said, "Mr. Stark! Thanks for coming. What should I do to help?"

Tony shot the man in his robotic arm. "Just keep doing what you're doing, kid."

Peter nodded once and then swung on his web to attack this 8 foot monster from another side. He seemed to be fighting even harder than he was before.

Tony started to shoot his repulsors, hoping that the painful shots of energy caught its attention more than little webs.

After almost twenty minutes of fighting and out trash talking one another, Tony thought they were golden. Peter was webbing up his feet and Tony was shooting him repeatedly. Once they had him down, Tony could finish him off.

But, just as Peter was starting to slow down on all the webbing, because it was thick and how could anything tear through that, things went to hell.

The man shouted and with one kick of his giant leg, not only did the webs rip off, but Peter went flying into a wall. He hit the bricks with a loud crunch that would killed any normal 15 year old and fell to the ground in a heap.

Tony felt his heart stop when Peter didn't get back up. He wanted to shout his name to see if he was okay, but he didn't want this ass to even to know Peter's name .

He started running toward where Peter was lying in the street but the man turned to him and smirked. "Youre too late, Iron Man."

And suddenly, Megaton was lifting up his arm with a giant gun, Tony had yet to see in action, and pointed it directly at him. Tony flinched as he was covered in a green sticky mucus looking slime.

Tony was ready to ignore whatever the fuck that was but his suit wasn't moving.

"FRIDAY, what's going on with my suit?" He was frantically trying to move his legs but they stayed locked in place.

"Whatever this is all over your suit has seeped into the cracks and shocked the systems. I cannot get it to function like normal."

"Well, try harder!" Tony yelled as he watched the monster of a man grin down at him before turning back to where Peter was still lying on the ground.

With another loud cackle, he raised his metal fist and brought it down on Peter's chest all while looking Tony in the eye.

Tony wanted to be sick as he did it over and over. Peter was shaking now, struggling to pull himself away. He was only a few feet away and he couldn't save him.

After a particularly nasty fist to his chest, Peter choked on a small whimper, "M-mr. Stark!"

"I'm right here. I'll be there in a second. Just hang in there-."

"I think it's time to crush the little spider." Megatron, as Tony referred to him as because he didn't have his villain name and Megatron was fitting, dragged his metal fingers down Peter's chest.

Tony could hear Peter wheezing into the comm. and it was the most painful thing to listen to. "Let him go!"

Megatron started to pull at Peter's mask. "I think it's time we see what's hiding in here." Tony shouted but that didn't stop Megatron from ripping off Peter's mask.

Megatron paused as he looked down at Peter's bruised and bloody face. He threw the mask over his shoulder and he cackled. "Where are the Avengers finding their recruits now a days? Chuck E Cheese?"

Tony gritted his teeth. "Leave him alone," he repeated.

"36 seconds until system reboot, Boss," FRIDAY finally ssid.

"It's okay, Mr. Stark. I'm okay," Peter mumbled, trying so hard to sound strong but Tony could hear his voice crack at the end of the sentence as he struggled to stay calm.

Megatron just laughed from where he was practically straddling Peter. He had one hand pushing hard on Peter's chest and the other dragging his claws down his cheek. He sang softly, "The Itsy Bitsy Spider went up the water spout. Down came the rain," He quickly slashed Peter's cheek as he shouted that one word aggressively.

Tony watched helplessly as Peter's head snapped to the side and the pain on his face betrayed his will to remain stoic.

Megatron sang the last line as he held his razor sharp claws to Peter's neck. "And washed the spider out ."

"Please," Tony found himself begging just to get more time . "He's just a kid," his own voice was breaking in desperation.

"Little boys do not belong in a big boy's world," Megatron snarled as he lifted up his arm, preparing to slam it down into his head.

"Systems rebooted, Boss," FRIDAY said suddenly.

Tony grinned.

Immediately, he flew out and sent himself crashing into .Megatron. They went flying feet away from Peter and metal slamming against metal filled the air.

Tony never let Megaton get the upper hand because if if he did, he let him get a free shot to finish off Peter. And Tony wouldn't let that happen. Ever.

So he slammed his fist into Megatron's face. Too bad that idiot hadn't built a mask to protect his head; it was the only part of his body not covered.

Tony used it to his advantage and didn't stop punching until Megaton's eyes rolled to the back of his head. Tony had a feeling he wasn't going to find a pulse if he even wanted to look.

He barely wasted a moment before he jumped to his feet and ran to Peter. He heard the metal clanking against the cement and Peter didn't even flinch at the noise.

Tony fell to Peter's side, letting his faceplate open. He could hear his heart beating in his ear as he looked Peter over. Half of his face was covered in one big bruise swelling his eye shut. The other cheek was bleeding steadily from four long gashes from the claws.

"Pulse, find a pulse, FRIDAY," he said urgently.

"Pulse found. Medical assistance suggested."

"We-."

"H-Hey, Mr. Stark. How'd I do?"

Tony let out a breath of relief. "You rocked it out there, kid."

Tony winced at the name. He was really just a kid. Only 15 years old. Just a baby. And he was fighting alongside gods and super soldiers and men in metal armor and deadly assassins.

"That's good. Long as you're not mad."

"How could I be mad at you? You saved the day." Tony was desperate to keep him awake.

"Me? I thought you saved me?"

"Nah, kid, you were the one risking your tail out there. I did the easy part." Tony looked at his torn suit and didn't care that it would take some serious time and expenses to fix it. He cared that he didn't know how bad the skin looked underneath it.

"Karen says she's proud too," Peter mumbled, his eyes -well, eye , since the other was swollen- drooped closed.

"Karen?" Tony echoed and just shook his head. He needed to focus on the more important thing. "Stay awake, kid. If you don't wake back up, Aunt May's gonna have my ass."

Peter smiled. "She already doesn't like you. Don't give her more reasons."

"That's why you need to stay up so you can tell her that I don't deserve to get beat." Tony started to lift him off the ground with barely any help from Peter. He looked around at the crowd starting to grow around their battle grounds.

He couldn't go back to get the mask and he didn't want any bystanders snapping pictures of Spider-Man without a mask. So he pulled off his own helmet and placed it on Peter's head.

"Hey," Peter mumbled from inside. "I'm Iron Man."

Tony rolled his eyes as he scooped Peter up in a bridal carry that the kid would have argued if he wasn't suffering from a concussion.

"Used to have one of these as a kid. Wore it to the Stark Expo." Peter tried to lift up his arm and made a pathetic sound of his suit repulser charging.

"Don't hurt yourself, kid." Tony rolled his eyes fondly. He carefully started up the suit and flew above the crowd, ignoring the flashing of cameras.

After a few minutes into the flight, Peter said, "Mr. Stark?"

"Yeah?"

"Are we going to a mission? I wanna fight some bad guys."

Tony couldn't help the laugh he let out. "We're gonna lay low and rest for a few days before we go back into battle."

"But I'm ready and raring to go," Peter mumbled, sounding awfully tired and delusional for someone who was ready to "fight some bad guys".

"Well, I'm not, kid. I'm an old man and we need to take breaks between fights or else we pull out a hip."

"Oh. Okay. Maybe next time," Peter said before going quiet again.

Sure, Peter was a kid. But he was a kid that never backed down no matter what. And that's the kind of hero Tony wanted by his side.