A/N: I think I need a new title.
Prompt:
After a mission went wrong, Tony is determined to not let any harm come across Spider-Man, ever again. No matter what he has to do.
Peter wakes up one morning with a heavy case of amnesia, the only person there is his father, Tony Stark.
Apparently, Peter has a condition that gave him Spider-Powers but it also made it dangerous for him to go outside and breathe natural air or be exposed to normal germs. But he doesn't mind staying inside all the time, after all, he has his Father.
What more could he ever want or need?
Peter Stark was sitting up in his bed, the lower half of his body was tucked beneath his blankets.
The boy was looking down at a framed photo of him and his father, Tony Stark.
The picture was him and his Dad. Peter was wearing a T-Shirt with a funny Star Wars joke on it. A happy smile on his face and his Father's arm wrapped around his shoulders.
In the background was a large room filled with technology and high-tech gear. The whole room gave Peter a feeling of Deja Vu.
His Dad had explained to him that it was his lab, where the two had spent the majority of their time together.
Not that Peter could remember any of it.
It had been thirty-seven days since the incident. Since Peter had woken up with a completely blank brain.
It had been a terrifying moment at first but luckily his father was there for him.
When the boy began to wake up, his brain was foggy and it throbbed with every heavy blink.
After a few moments, he peeled his eyes open and was met with the sight of an unfamiliar room.
"Hello?" he called out to the room, "Hello?"
Panic flooded the boys' veins as he forced himself into a sitting position. However, there was a slight tug on his right arm.
Looking down, the boy saw that an IV was attached to his arm and a heart monitor stuck onto his chest.
It was pretty empty with a few boxes stacked against the far wall. The only thing in the room, other than the bed he was sitting on, was a heart monitor and a few other hospital equipments.
Where was he? What happened?
His brain buzzed but he couldn't come up with an answer.
Who was he?
Just then, the bedroom door opened up and a grown man rushed into the room.
His face caused a small section of the boys brian to buzz with familiarity but nothing clicked.
"Oh, Peter, you're awake," the man exclaimed, rushing to the confused boy, "I was so worried,"
The man had his arms extended out to pull the boy into a hug but he flicked away.
A confused and hurt expression erased the man's happiness.
"Who are you?" The boy "Peter" asked, "Who's Peter?"
"You're Peter,"
"I am?" The boy asked, uncertain.
The man's face remained sad as realization dawned upon him.
"Pete, do you know who I am?"
Peter stared intently at the man's face, something in his eyes made the boy feel safe but he couldn't understand why.
Slowly, the boy shook his head.
"My name is Tony Stark," "I'm your Dad, don't you remember?"
"... No? I don't think so,"
Tony gently sat down on the bed beside the boy, a sincere, determined yet loving expression on his face.
"It's okay. You'll remember, in time. You'll remember,"
Ever since that day, his Dad has told him multiple stories about their life together.
About a year ago, when Peter was fourteen, he was bitten by a radioactive spider while on a field trip. The bite gave him strange powers but it also severely damaged his immune system.
Going outside became too dangerous for the boy, his immune system could no longer handle the outside world. They found out when Peter became severely sick after going back to school.
Luckily his Dad took care of him in time, or else Petet could have died.
His new development led to a new lifestyle. Since Peter could no longer go outside, his Dad decided to homeschool him, and Peter could only invite his friends on the weekend.
As the days went by, Peter felt the bond with his father growing stronger.
It was just last week that Tony finally told his son what had happened that caused him to gain amnesia.
A bad guy had wanted revenge against his Dad, so he set off a bomb near the house, which caused a massive fire and their house almost collapsing on Peter.
Tony had taken Peter to a safe house, far from their original house and from the man who attacked them.
The attacker was still free but Tony decided to spend his time helping his son rather than chasing after the attacker. In the meantime, no one could know where Peter was until Tony was sure he would be safe.
Not that Peter minded, he loved his Dad. What more could he be missing?
Just then, Peter was snapped from his thoughts when he heard the door open. Looking up, the boy smiled upon seeing his Dad enter his room.
"Hey Petey," Tony smiled, before shifting his gaze to the picture his son was holding, "What are you up to?"
"Nothing," the boy said, handing the picture over, "Just trying to remember,"
Tony smiled down at the picture, the memory that Peter wished he had played in the man's mind.
"Well, don't force it, Pete," the man said, placing the picture frame back into the bedside nightstand, "You just need to be patient,"
Peter nodded but then his smile fell when he saw his Dad grabbing a pill bottle that was beside the lamp and water bottle on his nightstand.
"Do I have to take it?" The boy whined as Tony poured two small pills onto his hand, "They make my brain feel funny,"
Tony smiled sympathetically as he handed his son the pills, as well as his bottle of water.
"I know, baby. I'm sorry," the man said as he watched Peter put the pills into his mouth, "But it's good for you, and that big brain of yours,"
With a smile, Tony brushed a few curls from Peter's forehead.
After flashing his father a quick smile, Peter twisted the cap off his bottle and quickly swallowed down a gulp of water along with the pills.
Just as the boy was about to place the water bottle back onto the nightstand, Tony grasped his chin until they were facing each other.
"Open," the man said, a stern tone in his face.
Immediately, Peter opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out and then up, to show that he had swallowed the pills. Afterward, the boy closed his mouth and smiled up at his Dad.
Satisfied, Tony pressed a soft kiss onto Peter's head, "Good boy,"
After a few minutes, Peter was lying down on his bed while his Dad tucked the blankets close around.
"Dad, I had another weird dream,"
Tony paused in his action for a second, not that Peter noticed him.
"Oh?" the older man said, sitting on the side of the bed next to his son and gently grasping his hand, "What was it about this time?"
"A building collapsed on me," Peter shivered at the memory of his dream, "It felt so real and I was so scared,"
"I'm sorry, sweetie," Tony said, gently stroking the boy's cheek, "But just remember that I'm here for you, I'll always be here for you,"
Peter smiled, happily, "I love you, Dad,"
"I love you too," Leaning down, Tony pressed a kiss to the boys' head, "My Peter,"
The boy nuzzled against his pillow, a soft smile on his face.
As Peter began to drift off to sleep, he prayed that he would have the dream where he was swinging across the roofs of New York.
He loved that dream.
In the living room, Tony was seated on the couch while the Daily News played on the TV.
The man was currently thinking about what Peter had just told him, about the dream.
Peter had no clue just how important that "dream" really was.
Tony wasn't too worried about it though, the pills would prevent any further memories from resurfacing. Peter would never find out what happened.
Tony was snapped out of his thoughts when a new report on the tv came on:
"The search for missing teenager, Peter Parker, continues one month after his mysterious disappearance from New York hospital-"
The report was cut off when Tony grabbed the remote and shut off the TV. His jaw was tightened and his eyes were hardened.
Tomorrow, he would have to take the news channels off the TV.
Tony couldn't take any chances, he had Peter exactly where he wanted him. He finally had the boys complete trust, and he wasn't going to risk that. Not after everything he went through to get to this moment.
Peter was finally home with him, exactly where he belonged. As long as the boy never found out the truth and still believed that Tony was his Dad then he would never want to leave.
Not that Tony would ever let that happen.
Just then, a small ding came from the man's phone, a text message. He only checked those when Peter was asleep, so he could spend every minute with him.
When Tony opened the message, he was surprised to see who it was from.
May: Tony, I know it's been a long time but… do you have any news on Peter? Anything?
"Dad?"
Startled, Tony turned around and saw Peter standing in the hallway that led to the bedrooms. The boy had a scared look on his face that made him look so much younger than he was.
"Can you sleep with me, please?" he asked in a small voice, "I don't want to be alone,"
A warm smile stretched across the man's face, his previous worries long forgotten.
"Of course, sweetie,"
Relief spread across the boy's face.
"Go lie back down, I'll be right there,"
As soon as Peter was out of sight, Tony sent May a quick reply before following the boy back to his room. Leaving his phone on the coffee table.
I'm sorry, May. But I don't
On the queen size bed, Peter nuzzled happily against his Father's chest, while Tony held his son tightly in his strong arms.
Tony looked down at Peter's sleeping face, his expression was so soft that he looked like a child.
"I love you so much, Peter," the man whispered, even though he knew Peter couldn't hear him, "More than you know,"
Tony pressed a kiss onto the boys' head before pulling him closer against his chest. As if protecting him from the dangers of the world.
"I'll never let anything happen to you... not again,"
The memory of how broken and close to death Peter was after the fight flashed into the mans' mind.
Tony had vowed he would never let anything else happen to Peter.
No matter what he had to do.