Prompt:

An alternate Tony, Supreme Iron, obsessed with having a son to love and spoil, lost his Peter and comes to the real universe to get This World's Peter.

Most people believed that Tony Stark held his world in the palm of his hand, but in reality, Tony's whole world was inside a small urn, in ashes.

It had been two months since the incident. Since Tony had lost everything.

His beloved son, Peter Parker Stark.

His only child had been killed by an active shooter at his school's Homecoming dance. At the hospital, Tony never once left his sons' side but even with the best doctors in all of New York, Peter did not wake up once.

Then he died three days later.

Ever since that day, Tony hasn't been the same.

After having his only child die in his arms, Tony's heart had grown cold, filled with hatred.

Stark created a powerful serum called Extremis that made him stronger, his warm brown eyes turned a cold icy blue. Along with a silver symbiotic suit. With his new power, Tony Stark had seized control over all of New York with his first act as the ruler being a public execution.

The one who had murdered his son.

All of his subjects began calling him, Superior Iron Man.

Tony had all of New York under his thumb, an entire kingdom full of subjects who will do as he commanded.

But even so, it wasn't enough, and it will never be enough.

No matter what he had or how much he gained, there was always a hole in his heart where his son had once been, and it will always be there.

After all, it had been his fault that Peter died, he didn't protect his son enough, didn't keep him close. He had let his son into the cold cruel world and it ate him alive.

At first, Tony never wanted to send his son to public school, he was smart enough to teach the boy himself but Peter had begged his father to let him go to a real school because he wanted to make friends.

Of course, Tony had given in… he had killed his son.

Now, he's going to do whatever it takes to get him back.

After his rule, Tony moved out of his mansion and built a tall tower in the center of New York. That way, he could watch over his kingdom.

Each room of the tower was filled with expensive furniture and new technology that Tony himself invented. A completely different makeover from the man Tony used to be.

However, in the corner of the large living room was a small shrine.

It was a bookshelf that had multiple framed photos of Peter on every shelf. Each picture showed Peter at a different age, from a tiny innocent baby being cradled in his father's arms, to a grown young man entering his first day of high school. In the center of the shrine was the small urn that contained Peter's ashes. In front of the urn was the last photo Tony had taken with his son. Tony had his arms wrapped around his son as the two smiled happily at the camera. Three small candles were placed carefully around the two objects.

Tony Stark, wearing in his silver symbiotic suit, looked at each photo with sorrow in his eyes.

Gripped tightly in the man's hands was a small stuffed teddy bear. While keeping his eyes on the shrine, Tony brought the bear closer to his face and buried his nose into the fur before inhaling a deep breath. The small toy had once been his sons' prized possession. As a child, Peter would carry the bear with him everywhere and would refuse to sleep without him. As the boy grew up, he kept the bear around even though he could sleep without him.

Even after all these years, the smell of Peter was still on the bear.

He was still here, Peter was still here.

Peter was waiting for his Father to find him, he was waiting.

"Sir?"

With breakneck speed, the Superior Iron Man snapped his head towards the voice.

Standing behind him was a scientist, who shook beneath the cold gaze of his boss. Beads of sweat trailed down his bald head.

"What?" Tony snapped, annoyance and anger radiating in his voice.

They should know better than to interrupt him when he's thinking about his child.

"I-I-It," the scientist stammered at first before swallowing, "The machine, sir. W-we're ready,"

The anger drained away from Tony and was replaced with a light warm feeling in his chest.

Hope.

Turning back towards the shrine, Tony pressed a small kiss to the top of the bear's head.

"Don't worry, Peter," the man whispered into the fur, "Daddy's going to find you and bring you home,"

Peter Benjamin Parker was currently sitting on the desk inside his bedroom. His homework spread out across the desk in front of him.

A half-eaten pizza box laid on the desk beside his work, a small sticky note attached to the greasy box.

The note read: Working late again tonight, sorry sweetie. Can't wait to hear about your day tomorrow ~ Love May.

Even though the boy knew he should be finishing up his homework, he was currently focused on his new web shooter.

Just a few hours ago, Peter had returned home from his Lab Day with Tony Stark with multiple ideas on how to improve his weapon.

Lying on the bed next to Peter was his Spider-Man suit, waiting for its owner to put it on and save the people of Queens with.

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The Superior Iron Leader watched as his head scientist started up the newest machine Tony Stark had created.

A Particle Accelerator.

The machine was able to open the gateway into the Multi-Verse, searching throughout countless dimensions until they could find their target.

Tony watched with a cold face but internally, he was crying at the possibility of seeing his son again. He would give up his kingdom just to hold Peter again.

"We found one!"

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Peter was putting the finishing touches on his web shooter when all of a sudden his hand began to shake.

The boys' eyebrows wrinkled in confusion as his hand started shaking uncontrollably.

"What the-"

A large gasp escaped the boy as a shot of pain spread through his entire body. The shock was so massive that it knocked Peter off his chair and he landed gracelessly onto the ground.

Peter landed flat on his back as his entire body was in pain, his limbs shaking uncontrollably.

However, the boy was unaware that his hand, that was already shaking at first, began disappearing.

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Tony watched as multiple bright colors swirled around and mashed together in the accelerator, causing a bright light to shine throughout the room.

Many of the scientists had their ears covered tightly as a loud screech came from the machine. Screams and shattering glass all mixing into a loud symphony.

Tony was not at all phased by the harsh noise, he remained motionless.

Somewhere within the cries and screams, there were voices.

A soft voice, a loud voice, all crying out Peter's name.

Shouting for his son, luring him home. They were calling out for Peter.

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Peter was drenched with sweat and was breathing heavily.

His limbs had finally stopped shaking but he couldn't move, his whole body was too stiff with pain.

From his position on the floor, Peter saw the edge of his new Stark phone lying on his desk.

"Karen!" the boy choked out, pain evident in his voice, "Call Mr. Stark, please!"

"Calling Tony Stark!"

Relief spread throughout the boys' chest when he heard Mr. Stark pick up the phone after the second room.

"Hey, kid," a familiar voice spoke from his phone, "What's up?"

Before Peter could explain his predicament, a stronger shot of pain exploded in his chest.

A loud and inhuman scream erupted from the poor boys' mouth.

"Peter? Kid, what's going on? Are you there?"

Suddenly, Peter's body began to phase in and out of reality.

"Mr. Stark," the boy muttered one last time before his eyes fluttered shut.

In the blink of an eye, Peter Parker disappeared.

"Peter? Peter!"

The exact second that the accelerator began shutting down, Tony raced out of the room and rushed to see the results.

The arc reactor shined brighter as the man's heart raced with excitement.

All of the bright lights and shrill screams had died down by the time Stark entered the room.

In the center, a young boy was lying unconscious on the ground but even from his distance, Tony could see the familiar curly brown hair and facial features.

"Peter?"

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The room was cold, it caused goosebumps to spread across the boys' skin.

Peter's eyes remained closed but he became aware of his surroundings. The boy realized that he was still lying on the ground but something felt different.

Instead of feeling the shagged carpet of his bedroom, Peter felt cold steel beneath his body.

Where was he? What happened? Did Mr. Stark show up?

Just then, strong arms wrapped around Peter's body and gently lifted him into a sitting position.

A gentle hand cradled the back of the boys head and leaned him against a strong chest, an arm was wrapped around his back to hold the boy up. After a few seconds, a chin was gently rested on top of Peter's head.

From behind his eyelids, Peter could just barely see the bright blue glow of an arc reactor. One he recognized instantly.

Peter didn't realize his ears had been ringing until it began to fade away and he heard voices around him.

"... originated from Dimension 616, a universe... perfectly parallels from our own..."

"... would be best, in case of future complications... a few tests and make sure that-"

"Don't you dare think about touching my boy! Understand? Don't ever touch him!"

Peter perked up at the last voice, it was rough and more furious but he knew that voice anywhere.

Summoning what little strength he had left, Peter lifted his head towards the voice.

"Mr. Stark?"

The boy began to open his eyes but the bright light of the room forced him to close his eyelids again. For a split second, he saw the face of Tony Stark above him.

"Shhh, Peter," the voice was softer now, it was him! "It's okay, Peter. I'm here now, I have you now,"

Peter knew that Tony would found him... but where was he?

"Mr-"

"Shh, don't talk," the was a slight edge to the man's shushing but Peter was too exhausted to notice, "You're not well right now, you need rest,"

A strong hand gently began rubbing Peter's head, causing the boy to relax and begin falling asleep.

"It's okay, Pete. I'm going to take care of you, I'll make it all better,"

A small smile stretched across Peter's face, he felt relief. Mr. Stark was here now, he's going to make everything better.

Peter leaned his head against the man's chest and drifted back to sleep.

However, in the back of his mind, his Spider Senses were buzzing with danger.

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Tony smiled warmly as Peter nuzzled closer to his chest and drifted off to sleep.

After all this time, he finally had his child back. The only thing in the world he wanted and now he had it.

However, this "Mr. Stark" thing needed correcting but that can wait for now. Right now, his son needed sleep.

"Sir, I really believe it would be best if we could perform just a few tests on the boy,"

Tony's face melted into annoyance as he held his son protectively against his chest.

"We don't know how his body will react to being in a different dimension and-"

"If you so much as fucking touch my son," Tony hissed, "I will cut off your hands and kill you on the spot. Do you understand me?!"

The female scientist's mouth immediately closed shut, and she held back her concern. The others remained silent as well.

"Good,"

Without saying another word, Tony rose onto his feet, holding his son bridal style in his arms, and started walking towards the lift. So that he could take his son home.

When Tony had moved homes, the first thing he did was recreate Peter's bedroom to be exactly how he had left it.

The tombstone in the ground and the urn containing his ashes was not big enough to fully contain his son. They could not hold all the special memories of the boy that Tony treasured every day. So Tony recreated his sons' bedroom, to keep every memory of his son alive.

The bedroom was fairly large with a single big window that had a seating area with soft pillows, so Peter could see their kingdom. Two built-in bookshelves were in the walls beside the window. A queen-size bed laid adjacent to the room with soft blue blankets and two nightstands on both sides of the bed. The right desk had a lamp while the left side had a small stack of books. An L-shaped desk was in the corner next to the built-in bookshelf. A laptop, a desk lamp, a few books, and a small cup filled with pencils sat on the desk. Finally, there was a tall dresser with a camera on top, a few photos were pinned to the wall above the dresser with thumbnails. Peter had a deep love for photography, he took pictures of his friends, projects, school, city, and of course, the days spent with his Dad.

The unused bedroom had been Tony's place of remembrance, every toy, relic, and piece of clothing inside held a memory that the man would revisit every day. Walking into the room made it feel as if Peter was still alive and sitting in the room right beside him.

But now that Peter was back, the room could serve its original purpose once more.

Right now, Tony was seating on the large bed, watching over his sleeping child. Peter was lying on his side underneath the soft blankets of the bed, his curls sprawled out on the pillow.

The first thing Tony had done was take Peter out of his worn-out clothes and place him into a soft pair of blue button-up pajamas. Finally, Tony had tucked Peter's favorite bear under his arm, to help him sleep better.

The man's stomach twisted at the thought of his son living less fortunate that what he deserved. His son had bags beneath his eyes and was dressed in worn-out clothes. Peter deserved more, he was such an angel, a prince.

With a sigh of contempt, Tony brushed his hand through his son's hair.

"You have no idea how much I've missed you, Petey," the father whispered to his sleeping child, "I missed you so, so much,"

Peter didn't stir or respond, his chest continued to rise and fall with every breath.

Tony blinked as tears began to form in his blue eyes.

"I'm going to be better now," he promised into the air, "Things are going to be different now,"

Determination suddenly filled his eyes.

"I'm not going to lose you again. I'm never letting you out of my sight again,"

The room rang silent with the man's promise.

Tony then slowly leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his son's cheek.

"I love you so much," Tony whispered before gently kissing Peter's cheek again, "Son."

Sorry for the short ending. I've been doing long hours at work and my brain is melting.

I will continue this in another chapter but I hope what I did is alright.

See y'all next time!

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