Warnings: Bullying, Near-death experience, panic attack
Backstory: Peter's status as Tony's favorite kid gets his class an even better tour at the Tower. Flash continues to be a jerk to Peter. Post-Homecoming, Tower is still owned by Stark Industries, not by the Avengers.
Flash snickered, stepping closer to Peter. "Oh, yeah? If you're so buddy-buddy with the Avengers, why don't you call them right now?" He jabbed a finger into Peter' chest, and Peter stepped back instinctively. "You can't. They don't even know who you are! You're not even an intern!"
Swallowing, Peter shook his head. "Most of the team is on a mission out of state. And I am an intern, that's why we have a better tour."
"I don't believe you," Flash growled. Behind him, Peter spotted the rest of the class glancing towards them. They were all on one of the large balconies of Stark Tower, Peter and Flash near the waist-high wall surrounding the balcony, and the others by the glass doors that led from a lab.
"I'm sorry that I can't force you to believe me," Peter said as calmly as possible. His eyes flicked back to the tour guide and the teacher, both of whom had started towards them. "I can't really prove it to you other than my security badge."
Rage filled Flash's expression. "You're a liar!" he cried, shoving Peter backwards.
For a split second, Peter felt his legs hit the wall, and his back tipped over it.
Then he lost his chance to grab the building and he tumbled over the edge.
Someone yelled as he plummeted from the seventy-third floor balcony. Peter screamed, brown eyes wide in terror as he flailed.
Webshooters- no suit, no webs, too far away to grab the building-
Peter saw the terrified faces of his classmates peeking over the edge, their mouths open in horrified wails that he couldn't hear. Wind whipped through his hair and his clothes, deafening him as his fall continued past the fiftieth floor.
Cars below honked as they caught sight of him. Peter opened his mouth and another wail escaped him, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Twenty-fifth floor.
The ground was getting incredibly close, and Peter squeezed his eyes shut. His breathing was close to hyperventilation, his spidey sense going into overdrive.
Somewhere above him, a window shattered, repulsors firing. Glass shards glinted in the air above Peter as he spotted Tony diving towards him.
Ten stories.
Peter sobbed, reaching out as nanobots raced across Tony's body to create his newest suit. No helmet formed, but Peter could see Tony forcing the suit faster and faster, reaching out with one arm and eyes locked on Peter.
Five stories.
Tony collided with Peter, wrapping his arms around the teen and spinning so he was closer to the ground. Repulsors fired as the nanobots shifted, and Peter was encased in darkness.
A heartbeat, fast-paced but steady, thumped next to his ear. Peter clung to the metal of Tony's suit, feeling the halt of their fall and the rush as they shot back up.
By the time Peter was released from the smaller version of the Iron Man suit, they had landed safely back on the balcony. Peter was still hyperventilating, his fear turning to panic.
"Breathe, kid, okay?" He heard Tony say. The suits fell away, and then he was in Tony's lap. "Listen to my heartbeat and my breathing. In through your nose, out through your mouth."
Peter struggled to breathe, keeping his eyes tightly closed, but wrapping his arms around Tony. Even through his panic attack, Peter had one thing clear in his mind - be careful of his strength.
Voices around him went silent as everyone backed away. Tony ran one hand through Peter's hair, continuing to talk. "I'm right here, Peter, I need you to try to breathe."
Peter buried his face in his mentor's chest and sobbed.
A/N: I wanted some angst and it's not much but yeah. A bit unfinished, but I did this a while ago and never got around to completing it. More Iron!Dad because we stan a father and his Spidey son.