Peter's eyes shot open and immediately they stung form smoke. Peter wiped his eyes as he wheezed for breath. He hurt all over. He was pretty sure he broke a lot of ribs and most likely his legs, judging by the feel of them. Peter slowly turned his head to look for Scott. Through the smoky haze, he saw the man crumpled on the floor of the elevator only a couple feet away from him. His body was in a weird position, just a tangle of limbs. Peter wheezed in and choked. He hacked out violent coughs for a full minute. "Sc..ott," Peter managed. His voice was strained and his throat was parched. Each swallow felt like sandpaper running up and down his mouth. Peter placed his hands on the side of the elevator as an attempt to heave himself up, but he immediately let go. His hands were singed from the metal of the elevator. Peter came to the horrible realization that most likely, the outside of the elevator was survived by fire. Sure, the metal box was protecting them from the flames, but it would also slowly cook them alive. Peter suddenly realized that he was extremely hot. He tried his best to shrug off his jacket, but sharp pain swarmed through his whole body and Peter knew it was useless. The boy's eyes began to water as smoke seeped in them. His eyelids sagged shut and he fell into unconsciousness.

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As soon as Tony fainted, he started to plummet towards the ground. Friday freaked out, if an AI could, and started up alarms. They blared in Tony's ears, trying to wake him from unconsciousness. "100 feet 'till impact. Mr. Stark, you must wake up! 60 feet 'till impact. 45, 30. Suddenly, the intense, blaring alarms and flashing strobe lights cut through the dark haze that Tony had fallen into. With a gasp, Tony woke up and cried out when he saw the ground approaching. "Friday…uh, thrusters!" He screamed. The machine complied and he shot up back into the sky.

"Hey, does anyone copy?" Tony yelled into the coms. "Yes." "Yeah, we're here." "Copy man of iron." Tony felt a tiny bit of relief at the fact that at least his team was alive. "Tony, where are you?" Tony heard Steve ask. "He blew it up, Steve. He…he…Peter was in there…Scott too!" Tears streamed down Tony's face as he came up on the burning compound. His kid was in there. He had to save him. He could still be alive. He had to be! "I know, Tony. Thor told us. We're on our way in the Quinjet now. We'll find both of them, I promise." Tony nodded at the comforting words. He was right. He was Captain America after all, he had to be right.

Tony felt the heat of the raging fire in the compound even through his suit. He touched down and immediately screamed at Friday to locate any bodies, preferably alive ones. The fire department was already there, doing their best to put the fire out, but not even doing that much to help.

"I detect two bodies in the elevator on the first floor." Friday informed, pulling up a path to two forms lying crumpled in the elevator.

"Pete." Tony whispered. Tony charged forward into the burning compound, ignoring the sparks that fell continuously on his suit. He heaved aside burning logs of wood without a second thought. "Friday, how much farther?" Tony yelled, trying his very best to see through the smoky haze and wall of fire in front of him. "You have approximately one meter to go straight ahead, and then take an immediate right, which leads you directly to the elevator." Tony nodded and surged ahead into the flames. He was sweating now; the suit was retaining all of the heat from the fire.

Tony took a sharp right and directly ahead of him was the elevator shaft. Tony took a deep breath and pried open the metal doors. He nearly had a heart attack when he saw Scott and Peter lying on the floor, eyes closed. The moment the metal doors popped open, Tony was hit with a wave of heat, strong enough for him to stumble back a little bit. Tony's heart skipped a beat when he realized that they were getting cooked alive. "Sir, the buildings foundations are compromised, you must get out of there." Tony licked his lips in nervousness at the words. He rushed in and heaved up Scott then Peter, desperately hoping that they weren't dead. He knew that it was possible that moving them could injure them further, but they would certainly die if he left them there.

Tony took deep breathes as he clomped his way out of the compound. He dodged a burning beam that fell from the ceiling. However, he stumbled to the side as it nicked Peter's head. "Pete!" Tony screamed as guilt surged through him. "Friday, give me a full report on both Scott and Peter!" Tony said as he made his way out into the open.

"Scott has sustained multiple burns on his legs, arms and back. He also has multiple broken ribs and a broken nose. Peter has a concussion and a large cut on the side of his head from the beam. He also has broken both legs and three of his ribs. He has second degree burns on his back and hands. That is the full report sir."

Tears filled Tony's eyes as he heard his kid's injuries. Finally, the light of day filled Tony's vision. He cried in relief when he saw Steve, Thor, Nat, Bruce and Clint outside.

Tony laid down Scott and Peter onto the ground as gently as he could and willed his suit to crumple off of him. Tony kneeled next to Peter and stroked his matted, bloody hair. "Bruce?!" Tony yelled. Bruce hurried over. "We have medical supplies on the Quinjet." Bruce said. Tony nodded and did his very best to stay awake for his kid, but all of the despair and exhaustion of the day caught up with him and he fainted, still holding tightly to the hand of his kid. His son. His heart.

It seems like I have people fainting at the end of each chapter a lot! Oh well. I'll update soon!