Peter awoke to the smell of breakfast wafting from the kitchen. His nose twitched and he tried to get up, only to be yanked back down by a force surrounding his middle. Peter looked down only to come nose-to-nose with Tony.
Peter laughed, pushing his father-figure's shoulders lightly.
"C'monnnnn, Dad! I'm hungry!" Peter said, voice almost a whine.
Tony pretended not to hear, but the effect was lost due to the sides of his mouth twitching.
"Really? Get up!" Peter's voice was definitely not a whine.
After watching Tony pretend to be sleeping for a few seconds longer, and idea formed in Peter's mind.
"Well, if you're asleep, I guess I'll just have to go get my new favorite avenger to eat with me…"
Tony's reaction was instantaneous. His eyes shot open and he flipped Peter underneath of him, beginning to attack the poor boy's sides with his fingers.
"Your favorite avenger, huh? Who would that be?" Tony said, laughing.
Peter squirmed, trying to get away from the assaulting fingers.
"Captain America, duh!" Peter squealed.
Tony continued his merciless ministrations, tickling harder.
"That's the wrong answer, mister!"
"Okay! It's Iron Man, it's Iron Man!" Peter said, breathless.
"I can't hear you, maybe you should say it louder!" Tony laughed.
"IRON MAN IS MY FAVORITE AVENGER!" Peter shouted, laughing so hard the words were bordering on unintelligible.
Tony stopped tickling him, moving away.
"That's more like it, kid."
Peter huffed, red-cheeked.
"You knew it was you anyway."
The pair arrived at the kitchen to all sets of eyes trained their way.
"I'm offended. Truly hurt. I thought I was your favorite, Peter," Clint said, trying not to laugh.
Peter blushed, ducking his head.
Tony, unperturbed, walked past him to start loading plates. "As if, Bird brain."
"See, now I'm actually offended."
The team laughed, continuing to eat.
Suddenly, Friday's voice came over the speaker in the kitchen.
"Boss, it appears that there has been a mass attack of the robots just over in Brooklyn."
The team looked at each other. Steve opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted.
"Don't you dare say it, Capsicle," Tony barked, already exiting the room with Peter behind him.
Clint snorted, along with Sam.
"Disrespect," Steve muttered, going to gear up. "I have zero respect in this household."
After the team was geared up and ready to go, they fired up the quinjet and were off.
Tony pulled Peter aside.
"Kid, I don't care what Cap said in debrief. You stay away and get civilians to safety, capishe?"
"Okay, Dad."
They made it to the site of the robots, dropping off the ground team a few blocks away. The group for aerial shot off, already moving toward the fight. Natasha and Clint stayed in the jet, hoping to shoot down the robots and distract.
The battle raged, each team member working to bring down as many robots as possible.
Peter, true to his word, stayed away from the main areas of battle and worked to get civilians to a safe distance.
The robots kept coming at near-exhausting rates.
After almost two hours of continuous fighting, the robots were starting to dwindle. The group fought with renewed vigor, seeing the end in sight.
Peter finished up with the civilians, and spoke over the comms.
"Dad? I finished; everyone's safe. Need any help?"
Tony's voice was delayed, but quick. "You can stay around the edges, alright? Web 'em up but don't get too close."
"You got it."
Peter circled the battlefield, picking off stragglers and working through small groups.
The robot group kept getting smaller and smaller, meaning Peter made his way closer to his teammates. He opted to get as close to Tony as possible, working to keep his father in his line of sight.
Quickly, the robots were defeated. The team let out a collective sigh of relief. Tony tapped his chest, the nanoparticles going back into the housing unit attached to his shirt.
He made his way to Peter, checking him over for injuries. Seemingly satisfied, he reached out toward Peter to hug him.
Peter stepped forward as well, but movement caught his attention. Horror pulsed through him as he raced forward, pushing Tony out of the way. The robot's beam hit him in the chest, and Peter dropped like a stone.
Distantly, Peter could hear Tony's panicked shout and hurried footsteps. His mind floundered, trying to stay conscious.
Peter watched Tony's face appear above him. His brow furrowed.
His mind lost the battle.
hey guys! i know this one's short, but...plot! i know that it's probably super suuuper annoying that i don't update often, but i'm struggling with motivation for this. i have a bunch of other ideas that sound more entertaining, so i'm definitely gonna start working on those.
but do not fret! i'm not abandoning this. i guess this is a good time as any to warn you that it's not far from being over. the plot is slowly coming to a close. i really hope it wasn't tooooooo disappointing. it's not necessarily an excuse, but please realize this is the first thing i've written.
Anyyyyywayyyyyy, hope you enjoyed!
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