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This prompt is from coffeegrump on A03 - Peter forgets he's Peter. Like amnesia, from an injury or magic or whatever while he's doing Spider-Man things. I know you already did an amnesia fic with Tony, but like, Peter this time.

I hope you enjoy and my apologies for any mistakes!

I'm Peter Who?

Blinking against the pain, he brought his hand up to touch the throbbing pain in his temple. He flinched at the pads of his finger touched the tender spot, white lights flashing across his vision. It cleared and he found himself staring at the dirty brick walls of an alley. His stomach rolled at the stench surrounding him and bile crept up his throat.

Where was he?

Who was he?

He couldn't remember. Did he have a name? He must have. Everyone had a name so he must have one. What was it? How could he forget his own name?

Whimpering, he heaved himself up from where he was sitting against a damp brick wall. He used the larger dumpster to steady himself, his vision swaying and legs feeling like jelly. Carefully he stepped away from the dumpster, relieved that he could stand on his own. As he headed down the alley way, he wondered how long he had been there. He tried to think of what he had been doing before but it made his head ache so he stopped.

He stepped out onto the street, blinking at the light. It sent a piercing, sharp stab through his left temple. His mouth filled with something thick and slimly and he struggled to swallow it down. The pain brought tears to his eyes and he squeezed them shut. Wherever he was it was loud. Each honking car horn vibrated through his very soul and he could feel the rumble of each car that went pass all the way from his feet to the top of his aching head.

Someone passing by jostled him, nearly sending him sprawling. Looking around, he started walking in a direction. Each person that passed him gave him a funny look, giving him a wide berth. He didn't understand until he caught his reflection in a store window.

He blinked at the face staring at back at him. He was young, a teenager (he knew that much) and he was covered in blood. It ran down his left temple (and that explained the pain he was feeling) down his neck and soaked the collar and shoulder of the t-shirt he wore. Flecks of blood smattered across science pun that was printed on the shirt.

What had happened to him?

"Excuse me?" he asked, trying to grab the attention of the closest person passing by.

They looked at him, eyes widening before averting their gaze and speed walking off.

A whimper escaped his lips. What was he going to do? He had no idea where he was or who he was or why he was covered in blood. What the hell had happened and why could he not remember?

"Boss," FRIDAY Irish lilt came over the speakers. "Facial recognition had picked up a potential match for Peter Parker."

Tony's head snapped up from one of the computers he had been staring at, going through security footage. It was Tuesday when he had gotten a panicked call from May Parker, asking if he had seen Peter. The kid had never showed up after school when he promised he would be straight home. It was not like Peter to change his plans without telling May and it was hard not to worry. That was the last anyone had heard from him and the panic had set in.

Tony's heart had sunken in his chest as he found no trace of Peter anywhere. The spider suit wasn't active, tracker putting the suit at his home in Queens, May even confirming that it was stuffed in his closet. It was not like Peter to just vanish into thin air and Tony's mind was fearing the worst.

"Show me," Tony demanded, bringing up a new screen.

FRIDAY illuminated the screen with a security camera footage. It was a street, over-looking a restaurant. Huddled by the window was a small figure and one that made Tony's heart tumble in his chest. It was Peter.

"Where is that?" Tony choked out.

"Downtown New York," FRIDAY responded. "This is a live feed."

"Keep tracking him. Let me know if he moves," Tony instructed as he leapt to his feet, heading to the door. "Call Helen and Strange, get them here ASAP."

"On it, Boss," FRIDAY responded.

Tony broke into a sprint, heading straight to the elevator. He had found him. They had found Peter. He felt as if he could throw up with relief. Picking the fastest car he owned, Tony roared the car into the life and sped towards where Peter was last seen. Driving recklessly, weaving in and out of the traffic, Tony raced his way towards the kid. With a stroke of luck, Peter hadn't ventured from the restaurant and Tony parked in the closest space he could.

Leaping out of the car, he ran down the street towards Peter.

"Peter! Peter!" Tony called as he got closer, but the kid didn't react. In fact, the kid didn't move until Tony touched his shoulder, whirling him around.

Tony's stomach rolled. Blood coated the kid's temple and hair, standing out against his pale skin. His looked so young and it Tony's heart clenched at the fear in his eyes.

"Peter!" Tony gasped, hand hovering over the blood, eyes wide. "Shit kid, are you okay? What happened? Where have you been?"

"Peter?" the kid repeated, eyes wide. "Is that my name? Do you know me?"

Tony almost reeled back at the question. "I – yes, you're name's Peter."

The kid looked so relieved that Tony eyes flickered to the blood that matted the vigilante's hair. It was obvious that Peter had sustained a head injury and had now forgotten who he was.

"I don't – I don't remember who I am," Peter's eyes were watering, voice cracking. "I don't know where I am. Please, help me! Please."

Tony automatically pulled Peter into his arms, hugging him tightly. The kid responded, wrapping his arms around Tony's waist and burying his face into Tony's shirt. Cradling the back of Peter's head gently, Tony took a shuddering breath.

"I've got you, Pete. Don't worry, I've got you," Tony soothed, running a hand up and down his back.

Peter Parker. His name was Peter Parker.

It was a relief to finally have a name, but Peter didn't feel any less confused. He was relieved to be off the streets though and in what could only be described as a tower. The man who had found him ("I'm Tony Stark, kid.") had led him to the top floor of the Tower and ushered him to the couch, sitting him down and making sure he was comfortable.

Peter had immediately felt comfortable in the man's presence. The scent of motor oil and cologne was had instantly calmed the constant tingle that had been running down his spine and making the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Tony had kept looking at him in the car, looking at him as if he would just vanish into nothing before his very eyes. He kept an arm around Peter's shoulder's as they entered the elevator, and he hadn't left his side since he had found him.

Peter had come to the conclusion that Tony was his dad.

He assumed that Tony hadn't told him this in order to not overwhelm him, but Tony was the least overwhelming thing that Peter had experienced today.

"What do you mean he was shot?" Tony barked.

When Peter had arrived at the Tower there were three other people waiting for him. Tony had introduced him to Pepper Potts, Doctor Helen Cho and Doctor Stephen Strange, all of which were there for him.

Pepper had pulled him into a gentle hug and had told how relieved she was to see him okay. Then she had sat next to him on the couch, her hand lightly resting on his arm as the two doctors had asked him a series of questions.

"The wound on his head, although now healed, was made by a bullet," Strange said, his deep voice rumbling in his chest.

"It would explain the amnesia too," Helen added. "Head wounds are notoriously tricky and with your healing factor, Peter, you are extremely lucky."

"I don't feel lucky," Peter pouted.

To his surprise, Tony snorted.

"What?" Peter blinked.

"Sorry. It's not funny," Tony cleared his throat. "You're are always mentioning Parker Luck and just experiencing it first-hand, well, you weren't wrong about it, kiddo."

Pepper squeezed his arm. "What can we do for Peter?"

"Judging by his healing factor, I don't believe it is permanent," Strange said, giving Peter a small smile. "How long your memory will take to return, I'm afraid I can't say."

"We'll monitor you and do some test's, but we are confident you will make a full recovery," Helen added with her own smile.

Tony's hand squeezed Peter's shoulder, drawing him close into his side. "Thank you. Both of you."

"Our pleasure," Helen smiled.

"That's great news," Pepper beamed with relief. "and your Aunt should be here soon, Peter. She's been really worried about you."

"I'm sorry," Peter said. "I didn't mean to make everyone so worried."

"All these grey hairs are from you, kiddo," Tony said, expression soft. "But I wouldn't change that for anything. I love you, kiddo. I'm glad you're home."

"Me too, dad," Peter said, falling into Tony's chest. "Thanks for finding me."

There was silence and Peter looked up with a frown. Everyone was looking at him with a fond smile, but Tony seemed shocked.

"Dad?" Peter asked.

"Any time, kiddo," Tony said, jerking out of his stare to smile at him. "I'll always find you."

Peter smiled and fell into his chest again, seeking the comforting sound of his irregular heartbeat and breathing in the now familiar scent.

Happy reading :)