DISCLAIMER: Own absolutely nothing. Everything here belongs to marvel I am just a bored fan.

So as a huge Iron Man fan I wasn't completely thrilled with the way he was portrayed during Marvel's Civil War, or the way Tony and Peter's relationship ended up for that matter. So this has been born from my boredom. A take on a small portion of the Civil War saga played out between Tony Stark and Peter Parker.

FYI: Seeing as I am a huge Iron/Spider Man movie fan I will have something set up in movie verse...more than likely there will be some light Tony/ Pepper later...

"What the --Who would be stupid enough to…computer switch to surveillance cameras."

Even though the read comes back that the cameras are inoperable, I catch myself leaning forward in my chair starring at the monitors before me. Motion sensors are picking up on someone quickly moving through the building.

Really who would be dumb enough to break in here?

My extremis suit lets me stay tapped into the motion sensors through my mind as it seeps through my skin, the outer layers of my armor coming together as well. It's all too obvious this person know where they are going.

As soon as the mask closes over my face Jarvis' voice fills my ears, " Intruder's movements have slowed. ETA two minutes and ten seconds, sir."

"Let's see if we can speed things up then…" I quickly make my way from the workshop to the third floor. If I'm correct I should get there just as the intruder does.

Bingo.

As I round the corner and get a clear view into the Avenger's old meeting room I see a form drop down from the ceiling ducts and land on the long table in the room. He turns in my direction literally the second before I fly into him, the force of my impact doubling him so he is folded over my shoulder as we crash through the windows of the meeting room. Two weeks ago when I was alone I wouldn't have given a damn if someone wanted a fight but not now. I have to get him out of Stark Tower. I won't risk a fight here when Pepper has just agreed to move in with me after much pleading and coaxing after Happy had passed.

It would be the perfect thing for her to use to prove her point that she would be safer living alone in she and Happy's old house. I hate it when she's right.

I climb up higher through the buildings, and it's a few seconds before the intruder lifts his head away from my shoulder and pulls back until his face is mere inches from mine. I have to admit that the person starring back at me is the last one that I had been expecting to see.

"Peter? What are you doing?!"

He looks…there are no words to describe the look on his face as he stares back at me. His eyes are so full of pain, and hate for me I am guessing, that it sends a chill down my spine. There is no snappy comeback to my question as he webs my feet together. He uses so much webbing that the pressure cuts power to my boots and soon enough Jarvis' voice is filling my ears again.

"Jet boots offline, Sir."

I roll my eyes out of frustration as I instinctively wrap my arms around Peter, "Thank you, Captain Obvious! Route all power to repulsor gloves!"

"Power re-routed."

I quickly unwrap my right arm from around Peter, letting the blast go off at full power. It works to an extent but its not slowing us enough and the ground 's getting closer. And so a dilemma arises because we're too low for Peter to be able to swing his way out of this, but if he stays where he is I'll end up crushing him when we land. No time. I twist at the last second so that my back slams the ground and I hit with such force that Peter flies out of my grip and the wind is knocked out of me.

All I can hear for a while is my own ragged breathing inside my helmet. I will be feeling that one tomorrow for sure. My daze is wearing off but the only thing I can lift at the moment is my head and as I do so can see Pete laying a few feet away from me on his stomach just starting to move himself.

"Have you…completely…Lost your mind?" I manage to gasp out as I force myself to sit up, ripping away the last of the webbing away from my feet, "That little stunt could have gotten both of us killed."

As I get my feet back under me I realize that he is already in a crouched position, looking like he's about to pounce, "Wanted to make sure you didn't fly off before I was done with you. You're gonna listen…"

"The only think I'm gonna do is put you under arrest," his words make my own anger towards him bubble back to the surface. How dare he. Doesn't he realize how badly he betrayed me? I trusted him and when I needed him to back me up he switches sides. I won't listen to a thing he has to say.

"You turned on me. I trusted you and you betrayed me. Not just me but your own Government. There are penalties for that and now you have to pay them," I aim my repulsor glove at him, my anger so intense that is takes all my will to not let my hand shake, "You were a fool to come back, Peter."

He smirks at me then, "Yeah? So who's the bigger fool, Tony, me or the guy who's pointing a repulsor glove at me that's too overheated from breaking out fall to work?"

I grind my teeth, stepping closer to him. He's right but I don't care right now, "You willing to bet your life on that, Peter?"

"Yeah."

In the blink of an eye he springs at me and his fist connects with my face making me stumble back. I never really realized just how fast he actually is. Or how hard he can actually hit. I caught myself so that I now was in the crouched position as he hovers over me. I glare back at him for a second before giving Jarvis my command, "Uni-beam maximum power."

For a few seconds I have the upper hand. Peter stumbles back shielding his eyes against the intense light before I see him take aim and shoot his webbing at me. I almost laugh until I see the look on his face. There is none. His eyes are screwed shut and it suddenly clicks in my head. Oh you sneaky son of a---"Peter!"

I keep yelling his name. Yelling for him to stop but he doesn't. He can't hear me. And then as quickly as it began, he's out of webbing.

"Weapons status…"

"All weapons are offline," Jarvis replies.

"Flares?"

"Even flares."

Great.

Well, he always said he wanted to let loose and see the extent of what would happen if he just drained his webbing to nothing. I guess he is about to find out. Hands still raised up in front of him I see him open one eye to see the damage. Shock flickers across his features followed by a brief second of amusement, "Oh. wow"

Maybe at one time this would have been a hilarious to the both of us. Hell maybe in time I will be able to laugh at this. Right now I would like to kill him. There is no other way to describe my situation other than he cocooned me, crucifix style, in webbing. I am suspended in the middle of the alley we crashed in, looking like the Mummy Returns and all he can say is 'oh. Wow.'

"This isn't going to work." I grind out.

He steps closer to me. All amusement gone and back to business, "Shut up."

"If it isn't me it'll be someone else. You can't run, you can't hide, you---"

"I said SHUT UP!"

The punch he lands in my stomach drives the air from my lungs and I go as limp as the webbing will let me. He hits like a hammer. The monitors in the Iron Spider armor I had created for him couldn't prepare me for that.

He grabs my head and jerks it up so that we are eyes to eye and the anger is coming off him in waves.

"Face." he demands.

"What?"

That seemed to piss him off even more.

"Let me see your face!"

He grabs my head with his other hand and before I know it he rips the helmet from my head. He doesn't say anything and for some reason, I can't bring myself to look at him as he throws the helmet over his shoulder,

"Happy now? I--"

"Listen to me…" Peter says, and I can see the anger in his eyes dying a little and being replaced by the pain more than anything.

I'm still to angry to care or notice the pleading edge to his voice as I continue, "…because in two seconds…"

"Dammit will you listen to me!" He grabs my face again, "AUNT MAY IS DYING!"

I'm not angry now. I can't even remember what I was trying to say. May was dying?

"What? She's…"

"She's dying and it's all your fault!"

That had a worse impact on me than any beating he could ever deliver. How was it my fault I hadn't seen her or MJ in weeks! I couldn't argue back though as he continued.

"I trusted you when you said I had to reveal my identity! That it was the only way! I kept it secret to protect May and MJ, but you said they'd be safe!"

I was at a loss for words, "What--happened…"

"An assassin was sent for me but she was hurt instead…and now she is lying in a hospital bed dying, and about to be moved to some charity ward because I can't afford to pay for it…"

I finally forced myself to look him in the face once more. I loved May. I had come to see Peter's whole family as my own after they had moved into Stark Tower with me. This was some of the worst news I could get…ever.

"I…I'm so sorry, Peter. I didn't know …"

I pause as Jarvis informs me that my Repulsors will be back on in less than a minute. That's not really important right now.

Peter's shaking his head at me, "I don't want your pity I want you to do something about it."

It's my turn to shake my head now. There is now way. It's not that I don't want to . I truly can't help, "You're a fugitive Peter. I can't help--"

"No. Not me. Her."

"I can't…" Dammit. I can't help! Doesn't he see that? If it was discovered I helped him I would be finished. We both would be.

"you said you loved us all as family! Damn it Tony I let you get close to me…You were like a father to me! You can't just…"

He stopped talking suddenly, as if he just fully realized what he said. Neither of us said anything for a while. Me from shock at his words. I was like a father to him? Oh no…had Steve been right? Had I manipulated Peter?

He composed himself before me and I watched as he took a breath and started again,

"I need to buy her time until I can find someone to help her. I'm not going to let her die like this, Tony. Whatever your problems with me, May is innocent. And you are going to help me buy her that time or…"

"Or what?" I cut in, "You are in no position to make threats. Unlike the others fighting registration the government knows who you are. You have no options. And you know me, Peter. You know you can forget any promises you get from me by threats."

The hurt in his eyes made me regret my words. But what else could I say? I needed to cut him off now before he came back of help again.

"The or wasn't a threat. The or was or else Aunt May is going to die in some charity ward somewhere. Is that what you really want, Tony?"

NO! Had things gone differently I honestly would let peter drain whatever he needed to from my bank account to pay for the medical bills. That woman would indeed have the best care money could buy. But in this time and place helping wasn't an option.

Repulsors were back online now. I couldn't take anymore. I couldn't listen to this, "Peter…there is nothing I can do without completely compromising my position. I can't help you."

I used the uni-beam to blast away the webbing and as Peter stumbled back from the sudden brightness my jet boots kicked on, slowly bringing me hover high above him, "The stakes are bigger than you, me and even May. I will let you go this time out of respect for May. So that you can be there for her at the end…"

I felt my throat constrict. Be there for her at the end? God…Obi was right I was a little prick.

"Don't come back, Peter…because next time I am taking you in. May or no May."

He was looking up at me in disbelief. He obviously had expected this to end very differently and I was expecting him to web swing up to me. But he didn't. He screamed my name, called for me to wait but if I didn't get out of there then I would end up doing something I knew would end badly.

I left after I saw him smash my helmet to nothing with a punch, knowing he wouldn't be following me back to the Tower. I had crushed his hopes for saving May.

I was doing the right thing I told myself as I flew back home. There was nothing that could be done…