Hey guys! I'm super excited for this oneshot/sickfic series! I will be posting on this randomly, as I'm still working on my other story We Lose and We Gain, (if you haven't already please check it out) I will take prompts, so free to send me as many as you want 😊 I will put her username above the story along with the prompt, unless you ask for it to be anonymous.

This is a prompt from my friend who has not yet made an account.

Prompt: claustrophobic Peter

The elevator made a loud ding as Tony pressed the third-floor button. It raised for a few seconds before suddenly dropping leaving both Peter and Tony with a sinking feeling in their stomachs until it came to a jolted stop.

''I thought we were going up?'' Peter stated nervously.

''Ah, I could've sworn I called somebody to fix that! This is the third time this week!''

''Ar-are we stuck?'' Peter asked, eyes wide with worry.

''Yeah get comfy, we might be here a while.'' Tony turned to see Peter looking up at him, close to tears. ''Hey, it's okay, it just gets stuck sometimes, it will be back up and running in thirty minutes at the most.''

Peter face crumpled slightly, and his bottom lip quavered. ''Mr. Stark I-I can't stay in here for half an hour!''

Tony's mind went blank, as he tried to think of what to say. Peter had never acted like this in front of him. ''Pet-''

''No, no I can't do this. I can't breathe, I have to get out. Tony please I can't do this.''

Another thing Peter had never done. Call him Tony. ''Calm down Pete, you're okay. Just take a deep breath.''

Peter was now gasping, frantically trying to get air through to his lungs, but it was helpless. He felt as if the walls were slowly closing in, crushing his chest, squeezing him until he could no longer breath. His vision was blurry, but he could see Tony clearly. He longed for the man to wrap his arms around him and tell him in a calm reassuring voice that it was okay. That he wasn't alone. But words failed him and as he tried to take a step towards Tony his legs immediately gave away, his body crumpling to the ground. He leaned weakly against the elevator wall, letting out soft sobs.

''Goodness buddy.'' Tony voice was full of nothing but sympathy as he sat next to Peter. ''Come here.'' He beckoned, arms open for Peter to crawl into. ''Are you okay with me holding you like this, or do you need space?'' He asked as the thought suddenly struck him.

Instead of replying Peter snuggled deeper into Tony's arms, taking full advantage of the hug. ''I'm sorry. I'm acting like such a baby,'' he whispered a few moments later.

''It's okay. We've all got something that makes us feel like this. Until recently I would totally flip at the mention of anything to do with space. Every one of us superheroes has a fear like that and with good reason. I'm going to take a wild guess here and say you've got a bad case of claustrophobia?''

Peter nodded, a few stray tears still rolling down his cheeks. ''Ever since that building collapsed on me. I know that was months ago, and I should be over it by now. It just really scared me.''

Guilt spread through Tony like poison Ivy, as he recalled Peter telling him about that night. ''I'm really sorry that happened to you. That one's on me, I should've never taken that suit from you.''

''It wasn't your fault.'' Peter argued shaking his head.

They were silent for a couple of minutes, neither really knowing what to say. At some point during those few minutes, Tony's hand found its way into Peter hair, pushing back soft curls and smoothening little baby hairs.

Peter sighed in obvious content, moving his head in such small movements that Tony almost didn't notice. But back and forth it went, along with Tony's hand.

''You like that?''

Peter smiled up at him, but only for a second before it faded into a sad expression. ''I don't feel good,'' he admitted.

Tony's hand moved from the boy's hair to his forehead. ''You're a little warm,'' he frowned, ''I think you're just anxious though. What's bothering you?''

''My stomach?'' Peter said as if he were the one asking the question.

''You're not going to throw up, are you?'' Tony asked, frowning again.

''I don't know. I really don't feel good,'' he whimpered.

''Okay, okay, relax bud.'' Tony looked around a bit frantic until spotting a small waste basket in the corner of the elevator. He reached out; his fingers barely able to tip it close enough for grabbing. He then set it aside and pulled Peter up against his chest. ''You know, I really love you kid.''

''What?'' Peter asked surprised.

''I love you. I know I can be tough on you sometimes, but I just want you to be safe. If I'm ever too tough don't be afraid to say something, okay? The last thing I want is to be like my dad. I guess... you're like a son to me.''

''Wow, I-I mean I love you too. Really, you're like a dad to me. I've thought that for a while I just didn't know that it was mutual. I mean that, that you thought of me like a son, and I thought of you like a dad, not, not that you thought of me as a dad...''

''You're really awkward kiddo.''

''I know,'' Peter whispered, looking down in embarrassment.

''It's honestly kind of adorable.''

Peter blushed, and Tony grinned, just as the elevator lifted, and the doors swung open.

''Oh my gosh I've never had to pee so bad in my life!'' Peter cried, running to the nearest bathroom.

Tony shook his head, chuckling. ''Man, I love that kid.''

After using the restroom, Peter found Tony in his lab working away at one of his projects.

''Hey buddy, you feel any better now that you're out?''

''Yeah,'' he answered truthfully. ''Just a bit anxious still.'' He did look a bit on edge. ''I'm really tired.''

Tony set down his pair of pliers and walked over to Peter. Peter looked up at him with drowsy eyes. ''That's understandable, you have had a pretty long day.'' Tony placed the back of his hand on Peter's forehead. ''Do you feel like you have a fever?''

''If I say yes, will you watch a movie with me, and play with my hair?''

''Friday what's his temperature?''

''Mr. Parker seems to be suffering from a low-grade anxiety induced fever. His temperature is resting at 100.7, with his normal temperature being 98.2,'' the AI informed.

''You know I'm going to baby you now right?''

Peter gave a small smile. ''Lounge?''

''Nah,'' Tony said, wrapping an arm around the kid's shoulders, guiding him out of the lab. ''Why don't we just hang out in my room. I've got a tv, and a bed that's way more comfortable than any couch money can buy.''

''I- I mean if it's okay with you.'' Peter stuttered.

''Of course, it is. That's why I said it.''

'' You're the best Tony!''

''No, you.''

''...''

''Yeah, I said that.''

...

''What's up Peter?''

''Hmm?'' Peter asked, rolling over on the bed to face Tony.

''You've got that face you always make when you want to ask something. What's on your mind kid?''

Wow. Tony really did know him. ''I was just wondering, um, if it ever gets better. I haven't told May because she just doesn't understand, and I don't want to worry her. But I've been having nightmares too. They aren't every night, it's just hard to sleep knowing that it might happen.''

Tony propped his head up on his hand, his elbow resting on the bed, and looked Peter straight in the eyes. ''It does get better. I promise. I'm sorry you have to go through this at such a young age. It sucks, it really does. But you know what helps me when I'm feeling scared, or anxious?''

''What?''

''Talking to you.'' Tony answered, cupping Peter's cheek in his hand, rubbing his thumb over it gently. ''Yeah so, if you ever need advice, or reassurance, or even just someone to talk too, that's what I'm here for.''

''Thanks Tony, you sure I won't, you know, bother you?''

''Nope, in fact I want you to. I want to you to ask me for help or advice, I want to listen to you vent to me about all your problems, I want you to tell me about all your Aced assignments. I want you to talk to me about the failed ones too. I'm serious, don't ever be shy. I know you have May, and of course you need to talk to her too. But I also understand that as a teenage boy, it's nice to have a guy you can talk too.''

''Yeah,'' Peter agreed. It really was. May was amazing, and Peter loved her so much. But there were some things that he just couldn't talk to her about.

''Hey, if you ever have questions just ask.'' Tony said with a wink. ''I've been through it all.''

''Tonyyyy,'' Peter groaned, his cheeks turning bright red.

''I was talking about superhero stuff.''

''Mhmm. Sure, you were.''

Tony grinned and ruffled Peter's hair. ''But you can talk to me about that too, if you want.''

''Please stop.''

''Alright, I mean it though.''

''Okay.'' Peter whispered.

''But boy talk will have to wait a little longer. For now, hush, I'm trying to watch Lion King.''

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