Hello!
So, I've never written an Avengers type of thing before, or at least nothing I've ever posted! But when I was looking up Spiderman on Google and saw the scene from Captain America Civil War where Peter meets Tony, and the airport battle scene, I had to write this out!
Just to warn you, I haven't seen the whole movie! I've only seen snippets! Hopefully it won't matter, as this oneshot only involves a couple of the scenes that I have seen on youtube!
I'm sorry if Tony or Peter seem OOC! As I said, this is a first attempt at an Avengers type story for me!
So...Yup!
Disclaimer's on my prof.!
Enjoy!
Tony stared up at the old brick apartment building before him.
It had been a month since Captain America and the other heroes who had sided with him had managed to escape, and in that month Tony had been busy. Retiring from the Avengers Initiative, helping build working supports for Rhodey's legs, and mountainous stacks of paperwork pertaining to damaged property at the airport were near the top of the list of things that had kept Tony Stark busy.
And now, the first time he had a moment to actually stop and breathe, he'd come here, to the little apartment complex near the heart of Queens.
Tony prided himself on being self-centered with only occasionally caring about others, but for some reason, things were different with Peter Parker, AKA Spiderman.
Unable to get away from work and the cleanup effort after the all-out war between him and Steve, Tony had found himself often wondering how Peter was after the battle at the airport, even worrying about the boy sometimes. After all, the boy only had six months of experience under his belt and was only fifteen, but had fought Falcon, the Soldier, Ant-man (who had at the time been Giant-man) and even Captain America himself.
Sometimes when Tony closed his eyes, he could see the battle still. A giant Ant-man stumbling and crashing to the ground, Peter being swatted away midair with enough force to crush a normal human's ribs...
Tony couldn't help but cringe every time he thought of that. Peter was a kid, just a kid...
He could still remember the odd sensation of fear as he'd landed nearby the downed super-teen, how horrifying it had been to see the teen's prone form motionless on the ground, how at the time he'd found himself...scared, as he'd gingerly turned the boy over to see if he was alright, if he was breathing-
A grin curled at Tony's lips. Peter had been a bit disorientated at first, but after realizing it was only Tony, the boy seemed perfectly fine. He'd talked and acted like being smacked out of the air by a giant man was an every day occurrence (well hey, in New York, you never knew- it very well could've happened before).
And the kid had wanted to get back up and keep fighting! Tony, of course, had told him to go home. After the terrifying sight of seeing the teen be hit with more than a thousand pounds of force was enough to make Tony decide enough was enough and that this wasn't worth the boy getting hurt over. But still, the fact Peter had wanted to hop up and keep helping in the battle spoke volumes about the teen.
He'd been willing to fight, even though he was hurt...
So now, a month later, Tony stood before the apartment complex that Peter and his Aunt May called home.
It was weird, Tony mused as he entered the building and stepped into the elevator, how he'd been so scared for the boy and worried about him despite how very little they knew about each other. It was hard to scare Tony, but the teen had managed it.
The boy had grown on him. He could be childish, awkward, and distractible, but...Tony found that didn't matter. The kid had most definitely grown on him.
Reaching the top floor, Tony moved down the hall. He was a man on a mission. That mission?
Ensuring Peter Parker was healed and had no lasting damage from the airport battle.
Stopping in front of door 219, Tony rapped his knuckles on the old wood door. There was a muffled "coming!" from inside the apartment and some stumbling, the thud of someone tripping and hitting a wall, and some muffled curses. Tony grinned. For a teenage super hero with enhanced senses, strength and reflexes, Peter still held on to the clumsiness of adolescence.
There was the click of a lock, then the door was pulled open. Peter blinked up at Tony's smirking face, frozen for a split second with his mouth agape.
"M...Mr. Stark!"
Tony adopted a slightly irritated look.
"I wish you'd quit calling me that."
Peter stumbled over his words for a moment before moving aside.
"S-sorry. C-come on in!" Tony did so, moving down the small hall with Peter on his heels. "A-Aunt May's out right now. Y'know working."
Peter seemed to be calming down now, his words no longer coming out in a jumbled mess. Tony hummed in acknowledgement of the boy's words, dropping down onto the couch.
"So, does that mean I get to call you Spider-lad without having to worry about her overhearing?"
Peter frowned, sending a half-hearted glare in the man's direction. The expression wasn't a fierce as the boy wanted it to be though, the youthful roundness to his face making the glare more adorable than threatening.
"I'm Spiderman."
"Technically you aren't. Not 'til you finish with puberty."
Peter rolled his eyes, sitting down on the other side of the couch. He appeared nervous still, keeping a good foot of space between himself and Tony. It wasn't too weird, the boy idolized Tony, both for his hero work and his scientific and technological work, and so it was no doubt intimidating to be in the same room as Tony for the boy.
"So, uh..." Peter rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "What's up? Did you need something, or..?"
Tony shook his head.
"Nah, don't worry. This isn't a business visit, kid, so relax."
Peter snorted, expression suggesting he wanted to retort with 'easy for you to say', thought he didn't.
Tony took a moment to look over the teen. He was still as small and skinny as he'd been the last time they'd seen one another, though he might've gained a little more muscle in the past month. The boy sat normally, if perhaps a little stiff, but he didn't look as though he were favoring an injury. There were no purple or blueish hues of bruises on the exposed skin of Peter's face, neck and arms. He looked to be fully healed and healthy.
"I wanted to check in and see how you're doing." Tony finally explained. "You got hit with over a thousand pounds of force. Most people wouldn't be able to bounce back to quickly after that."
A smile curled at Peter's lips, an amused glint flickering through his dark eyes.
"Well I'm not exactly 'most people'." Stiffness leaving his thin shoulders, the boy leaned back into the couch a bit. "I'm okay now though, if that's what you wanted to know. I had some bruises and stuff, but...y'know. Spidey powers. I was all healed up after three days."
Tony felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
"Good." He stated, nodding. "That's...That's good, kid. What about the new suit? Is it working out?"
Peter's face lit up.
"Its great!" The boy enthused, pulling up his legs and sitting indian style as he turned to face Tony fully. "Its way better than my old one! It protects me a lot more against knives and bullets."
Tony had to hide a wince at that. Peter was fifteen, he shouldn't have to worry about guns and knives, he should be worrying instead about girls or exams...
Shaking off his discomfort, Tony nodded approvingly.
"Good."
A somewhat uncomfortable silence fell between the two for a few minutes, neither quite sure what to say. Finally, Peter gathered enough courage to speak.
"I'm...I'm really sorry."
Tony raised a brow at the boy, honestly confused.
"Sorry? About what?"
Petter looked away, fiddling with a loose thread poking out of the hem of his shirt.
"I wasn't really helpful- y'know, at the airport? I kept blabbering on like an idiot and I couldn't even finish the fight..."
Tony looked gobsmacked as he fully understood what the boy was talking about.
When he'd told the boy he was 'done' and to 'stay down', Peter had thought Tony was saying that he wasn't doing a good job, that he wasn't being helpful and to just go home before he made things worse.
"Son of a- no!" Tony sputtered, making Peter jump. "No, kid, just...just no! Are you kidding me?! Pete, when I told you that you were done, its because I didn't want you getting hurt more than you already were! Not because you weren't doing a good job!" Tony ran a hand through his hair, muttering curses under his breath while Peter looked thoroughly confused.
"But-"
Tony held up a hand, silencing the teen.
"Kid, you fought the Falcon, the Soldier, and even Captain frickin' America! You came up with a plan to take down Ant-man after he turned into giant-man! You've been a superheroing for what, seven months now? You did better than tons of heroes with years of experience out there do! I told you to go home because you'd gotten hit with about two and a half thousand pounds of force- which, by the way, is terrifying to see. I didn't want you fighting anymore, especially if you had anything broken or a concussion. I might be reckless, but I'm not about to risk someones life, especially a fifteen-year-old's!" Peter frowned at went to protest, but Tony beat him to it. "I don't care if you're a super hero, at the time I wasn't about to risk it."
Peter sighed, resting his cheek on the back of the couch.
"For a millionaire playboy philanthropist, you sure act like an overprotective dad."
Tony scoffed, waving a hand.
"I'm too young to be a dad."
A mischievous quirk of thin lips.
"Really? I thought I read just last week that you turned-"
Tony pointed at the boy threateningly.
"Another word and I'm taking all those fancy toys I gave you back."
Peter only smiled impishly. Rolling his eyes, Tony sighed.
"Look, the point is, I didn't send you home because you did bad. You did really, really good. I'm actually kinda impressed you managed to make a Star Wars reference in the middle of a battle too. You get extra points for that." Peter laughed, and the sound made Tony smile. The man reached into his pocket, pulling out a folded slip of paper and offering it to Peter. "Here. If you ever need anything, hero related or non-hero related, you call me, got it?"
Peter gaped, looking between Tony's face and the paper.
"R-really?" The boy managed, "I..I don't-"
"Kid, you're a fifteen-year-old superhero who's stuck protecting one of the most criminal-infested states in the U.S. Someone's gotta look out for you. Whether that's me or your Aunt, you get to decide, but I'm not leaving until I know that someone's got your back."
Peter hesitated, then reached forward, gingerly taking the slip of paper as he nodded.
"Okay." He gave in. "Thanks."
Tony smiled, patting the teen's shoulder before standing up with a grunt.
"Well," He sighed. "I gotta get back to work."
Peter jumped up as well.
"O-Oh, yeah. Yeah, I get it."
Tony glanced at the young hero appraisingly, then bumped his arm against Peter's shoulder companionably.
"And if I see you web-slinging around and you don't drop by the tower, I'm gonna drag you over in the Iron Man suit."
Peter laughed shyly, ducking his head to hide a smile.
"Got'cha."
Peter was a good hero, Tony mused as he left the apartment. A good hero...
But an even better kid.
