A/N: guys, i am so so so so sorry for being awol almost three months but literally everything got in the way of me posting this, you don't want to hear my drama so I'll just say thank you all for your lovely comments and enthusiasm, they genuinely made my day and inspired me! i love you guys so much, i tried to make this chapter as fluffy as possible and a little longer than usual for you !

ps. ignore the terribly basic title and pls be kind with pointing out typos, i just really wanted to get this posted ! (not that you had a choice oops but) thank you for waiting and sorry again, hope this anti-whump helps make up for it :3

10: Langour And Love

More salt, more pepper, make the dishes even better.

That's the only thing that runs through Peter's head as he kneels beside Tony protectively, one of his hands clasped around Tony's and the other lifted to shield his eyes from the brightness.

The brightness that seems to have injured his- well, his... dad.

The brightness that seems to be in the shape of a person, a person in a suit, in a suit scarily similar to the iron man suit.

It takes him an awfully long time to figure out that the reason for that phrase running through his head is because he'd subconsciously tried to recognise the person standing above them.

He offers her a distressed smile. "Miss Potts?"

There's a pause and then a layered click, after which the mask retracts and familiar, concerned blue eyes come into view, looking over the two of them with horror and relief and anger.

"Just Pepper, Peter," she says, a smile fleetingly gracing her features.

Below him, Tony's hand twitches, his grip on Peter's fingers strengthening before becoming almost completely lax.

"Miss Potts, please, help him- he- please?" Peter manages, panic running through his veins as if it were a part of his biology.

He can't lose Mr Stark again, he can't, it might just kill him for certain this time. Without Mister Stark, he might have ticked one of their - whoever they really were - checkboxes and actually forgot what love felt like. But now he's absolutely certain Mister Stark would never, never allow that to happen.

"I'm going to help you both, okay? Just keep being brave for a little longer, Peter, I'm so proud of you for getting this far..."

She drops to one knee, gently lifting and propping Tony against herself, pushing his unkempt hair back with a soft, remorseful smile. "I'm going to fire him if he dies," she murmurs, planting the world's lightest kiss on his forehead.

Despite everything, Peter chuckles slightly, taking a deep breath and wincing when it brings about a dull ache.

Pepper glances at him sharply. "Hey, how do you feel?"

That throws him off. He'd expected the typical 'are you okay?' but of course, he should have expected that Pepper would know better than that.

"Like I could sleep for a month," Peter replies slowly, his eyes watering as he looks at Tony's alarmingly pale face again.

Nodding solemnly, Pepper positions her hands under Tony and gracefully stands up with him in her arms, bridal style, sending a loving smile to Peter. "Hold on."

"How?" he asks, a large part of him still fearful of orders and firm voices.

Pepper thinks for a second before offering him a small smile and nodding her head to the left. "Not to me, to him."

Him? Peter can't think of anyone else who'd risk their life to save him, he can't even be sure if Miss Potts had come for him or just Mister Stark.

Still wondering if he'd heard wrong or not, he turns around to see an incredibly familiar head of smooth, floppy brown hair.

His mouth falls open.

"I'm your guy in the suit now," Ned says solemnly, but genuine, childish excitement leaks into his voice nonetheless.

Peter could cry.

So he does.

He just melts; he'd forgotten about friends and family and school and life in general because he'd been so tired and pained and powerless and he doesn't know if he should be guilty or not.

"Whoa!" Ned exclaims, catching him just before his knees slam onto the floor, holding him up, his arms still warm and comforting despite being covered in armour.

All it takes is Ned to lift him up and steady him for Peter to absolutely dissolve, dissolve into his best friend's arms, dissolve into the reassurance that he's no longer alone, and dissolve into the protection he seems to promise.

"We've got you," Ned tells him softly, simply letting Peter wrap his arms around his neck and cling to him like a makeshift koala.

"Ready, boys?" Pepper inquires, a glow appearing under her feet and she prepares to take off.

Peter's mind yawns with fatigue but he summons enough energy to wrap his legs around Ned's middle, disregarding any kind of reputation whatsoever, sighing happily when Ned just chuckles and puts his arms around Peter's back to stabilise him.

"Up, up, and away!" Ned whisper-shouts, tightening his grip on Peter before they both start vibrating slightly with the force of the thrusters.

Peter blinks but he must succumb to unconsciousness because the next time his eyes open, he can taste the clouds around them.

He doesn't remember blinking but then the oceans are smiling at him with sympathy and there's a tiny arch of yellow on the horizon.

Moments later, Ned is whispering the periodic table to him, his brain whispering along, fighting to remember which element comes after which.

He wakes again to the sound of a horn beeping, the familiar scent of metal and pollution filling his lungs.

The last time he awakes is to the jolt of Ned landing on the floor once more. On instinct, he clings on tighter, letting his eyes fall shut again, the heat on his eyelids becoming less intense as he does.

"Peter?"

He groans quietly, wanting to stay in his realm of silence, safety, and inactivity.

"C'mon, Peter, you can't ignore me just because I'm not driving you anywhere right now."

Happy...

What? Does he want to be happy? How can he be happy if he doesn't know whether or not Mister Stark is okay?

Peter's mind takes a moment to realise the connection before he can force himself to pry his eyelids open and blink, slowly, then more rapidly when everything appears blurry.

"There you go! Now all we need is a steady stream of academic babbling."

Peter chuckles lightly, groans when the action sends a bolt of pain through his chest, and coughs, his throat feeling worse than a cactus with sunburn.

"Oh my- okay, Peter! Hey, honey, breathe slowly for me, come on, nice and steady..."

Her voice is tuned out but her instructions aren't and, soon enough, he can breathe almost regularly, his lungs breathing a sigh of relief.

"Are you in pain?" Pepper asks gently.

Surprisingly, no.

He definitely doesn't say that aloud but she figures out his answer anyway and nods kindly, placing one of her warm hands on top of his slightly numb one.

"Do you think you can sit up?" She asks slowly, glancing at Happy for a millisecond.

Despite his aching limbs, Peter pushes himself to nod, trying his best to squeeze her hand to prove his point.

He fails but it's okay because the two of them move to either side of him and gently, ever so gently pull him upright so he can lean on the pillows propped up behind him.

"Thank you," Peter mumbles as he sinks into the comfort of cool, clinical warmth.

Pepper smiles at him, a foreign emotion shining in her eyes as she sits on the chair to his left. "Tony's stable, in case you were wondering."

Happy shakes his head in what, on anyone else, might be called fondness. Somehow, he manages to make it seem comical, Peter and Pepper exchanging a knowing smile as he stands.

"I'll go and tell him you're awake, yeah?" Happy asks, except not really as a question.

Peter's eyes widen as his heart fills with hope and excitement. "He's okay?"

Pepper nudges him carefully. "You really think he'd give up after everything?"

He doesn't tell Pepper that he was close to giving up at some points, instead offering a small smile and shifting so he's sat up straighter. "Can I see him?"

Her smile widens before it drops a little. "I don't know, honey, neither of you seem healthy enough to get up and walk around... But I'll see what I can do, okay?"

Peter doesn't care, he doesn't care that he can barely move his lips to form the words and that he's painfully aware of what's definitely going to be a scar on his chest. Mister Stark has the ability to make everything seem so much better and all Peter wants to do is find him and hug him and let the rest of the world melt away.

Apparently, he does the latter before he's ready to because the next time he's even remotely aware of anything is when there's a gentle hand in his curls and a soft humming in the air.

"Mister Stark?" Peter mumbles groggily, trying to prise his eyes open, getting halfway there before he realises he just can't make himself.

It's just about an understatement to say he panics.

"Why can't I open my eyes?" he asks, the tremble in his voice betraying his internal desperation.

Immediately, the hand in his hair tightens it's grip slightly, not painfully but rather, with a soft possessiveness.

"It's okay, kid, you're okay, we're safe," the most reassuring voice in the world whispers, "You can open your eyes, don't worry, just focus on them, yeah? And concentrate on opening them..."

He tries harder than he's tried anything else in his entire life and slowly, slowly, it feels as if someone is lifting the heavy weights off of his eyelids.

It takes an agonising few minutes but he eventually opens his eyes, blinking sluggishly and trying to clear away the blurriness of the world around him.

Thankfully, it works, and Tony's kind, soft, utterly proud look is the first thing he notices.

"Why are you proud of me?" Peter asks, tilting his head to the left ever so slightly.

The reply he gets is a gentle smile. "Really, kid, you don't think I'll be proud of you for being so courageous and strong? You don't think I'll be proud of you for try- for protecting me, even though I wish you'd protected yourself more? You don't think I'll be proud that you held on for so long and didn't give up on yourself, on me, or on life?"

He stops then, clearing his throat to shake the raspiness from his voice, but then ruffles Peter's curls affectionately. "I've never been more proud of anyone in my life than I am of you."

Peter realises the reason he can't see properly anymore is that tears have arisen in his eyes and he's almost crying again.

And now it's Tony's turn to panic.

"What? What is it? What hurts? Hey, Pete, what's wrong?"

Peter just shakes his head, grabbing Tony's hand and squeezing softly. "Nothing..."

"Are you sure? You can be honest with me," Tony replies, obviously unconvinced.

Sucking in a shaky breath, Peter shuffles and shimmies and sits up, gasping a little as his chest sends out a sharp spike of pain, then looks over to Tony again. "Mister Stark, I promise that I'm okay, really. I've never been more okay in my life."

Tony smiles widely, relieved. "Do you want to see your friend then?

"Ned?" Peter asks, almost but not really shocked, "Is he still here?"

Chuckling, Tony nods. "He refused to leave, Happy had to make something up for his mother. He stole my suit, you know?"

Peter smiles. "Yeah, I know."

Tony gives him an odd look but lets it go, leaning forwards and planting a small kiss on Peter's forehead, then ruffling his hair again. "I love you, kid, don't ever let anyone make you forget that."

Peter just nods, a thick, emotional lump in his throat. He lets his eyes shut for a moment, savouring the peaceful atmosphere. When he opens them again, Tony is subtly wiping his eye, clearing his own throat; he pretends not to notice.

"Who were they?" Peter blurts without thinking, biting his lip guiltily when he sees Tony's eyes darken ever so slightly.

Eventually, Tony just sighs. "I can't figure that one out yet. I've tried, I've gone over everything I can remember but I need to look at my files and... the small clues they gave might have all been fake because there's no way they're all connected. I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Peter says immediately, offering him a small smile. It's not by any means a good smile but he hopes it helps even a little because he can't stand the idea of Mister Stark being worried or upset right now.

As soon as Tony gives him a look that practically screams fondness, he accepts that the feeling might just definitely be mutual.

He doesn't know how but, when Pepper walks in, he's sitting propped up against Tony's chest, tucked under his arm like a small bird under its mother's wing. He's never been more comfortable in his life and, without meaning to, he shuffles a little closer to the warmth of Tony's chest as soon as she starts talking, as if that will help him avoid having to move or carry out mundane activities.

"The doctors, they need to assess Peter again before he can leave..." Pepper tells Tony as calmly as she can, already wondering if there's any way for them to stay together.

Peter makes a small noise of protest, tightening his grip on Tony and shutting his eyes.

Tony glances down at him and gives Pepper an essay-filled look, one that she clearly deciphers due to years of having done so. She leaves again to give the doctor an ultimatum, but not before quickly taking a picture of the two despite Tony's half-hearted glare.

Pulling his kid closer, Tony swallows his guilt and lets his eyes close, wishing that they can have more time like this, where neither of them has any injuries or troubles.

Apparently, cuddling on a moderately comfortable hospital bed in a reasonably warm room is the perfect combination for an unplanned nap. He regains consciousness when someone - Pepper, judging by the light touch - shakes his shoulder, obviously hiding a laugh.

"What's happened?" he asks, blinking away his sleepiness.

"Nothing, they checked you both over while you were asleep thanks to your technology, but they need to make sure Peter can walk before he's allowed to leave," she informs him.

Scoffing, Tony sits up a little, ignoring the pins and needles down his entire left side from Peter clinging to him as if he physically can't let go. "He doesn't need to walk."

Pepper raises a perfect eyebrow. "And why's that?"

"I'm carrying him," Tony answers smugly.

Pepper opens her mouth to argue but a swift glance at Peter changes her mind and she instead bends down to kiss Tony's forehead. "Take care of yourself, please."

"Or what, you'll fire me?"

The look on her face makes him freeze and the small laugh dies in his throat, replaced by concern as he gently takes her hand, letting his lips brush her fingers. "What is it?" he asks, referring to the remorseful, shadowed look on her face.

She shakes her head. "It's nothing, I just- you reminded me of something. I'm just glad you look more alive now."

After a split second, she adds: "Are you sure you'll be able to carry him?"

Tony looks down at Peter, who's currently stirring, and nods determinedly. "Of course. And anyway, I don't have much choice. The kid sticks like glue."

Chuckling, Pepper nods, squeezing Tony's hand in encouragement just as Peter jerks upright, his eyes wide and full of fear as he looks to Tony. "What happened?"

Tony wraps both arms around him, shaking his head. "Nothing, we fell asleep. Don't worry, we're still safe."

It takes Peter a lot longer than normal to remember what had happened, after which he groans and melts into Tony's touch, using one hand to rub the sleep from his eyes as he yawns. When he spots Pepper watching them, he grins sheepishly and sends her a small wave.

"Good morning, Peter." Pepper beams.

"Is it?" Peter asks, his internal body clock completely confused and utterly useless.

Tony pulls them apart, only enough to look him in the eyes before shrugging casually. "As long as it's good, the rest doesn't really matter, right?"

It sounds logical to Peter so he nods slowly, a genuine smile on his face as he looks between the two adults, never having felt safer in his life, the fragments of terror that had latched onto his mind from his bad dream fading away like temporary dye.

"Where are we again?" Peter asks, not recognising the room's style and thus not being able to tell even which part of the world they're in, never mind which hospital or whatever it is.

Tony grins at that, a plan clearly forming in his mind even if it's not obvious to anyone else. Peter chooses to let it remain a mystery for now and just tilts his head questioningly, to which Tony winks.

"You're going to love it here, kid, you really are. After a few days' rest, you can tour the entire place and let your nerd go wild, I promise."

Peter only really listens to half of what he's saying. "You'll be there, right?"

The doubt builds up inside of him within milliseconds and it's like the bathrooms all over again but Tony nods faster than he can panic so he lets himself breathe.

"Of course, as if I would miss out on seeing your shock!" Tony says it as if it's a joke but all three of them know he genuinely means it and that's actually enough of a reason for him to do anything and usually everything with Peter.

Before anyone can reveal anything else about where they actually are, Peter's stomach grumbles, loud and impatient and impossible to ignore. He groans, letting his head fall onto Tony's shoulder as Pepper laughs quietly.

"I think you boys need some actual nourishment now," she says, but it's practically an order and they know they have no choice but to actually get up and consume real food.

"Can't we eat here?" Peter asks, his voice small but his worry larger than his hunger.

He only realises he's attached himself to Tony like a koala covered in superglue when Tony lets out a small 'oof' and wraps an arm around him to keep them both steady. He almost lets go but his desire to stay with someone he knows he can trust is much stronger than his regret.

"I think you probably can," Pepper winks, giving Tony a look before once again leaving the two of them alone together.

Tony turns to Peter as soon as she's gone, swallowing hard. "You know I'm not leaving, right? No matter what, I won't go anywhere if you let go of me."

"I know," Peter mumbles, even though he isn't sure if he does. Some part of his brain clearly does but his limbs to be following the part of his brain that doesn't seem to because he can't bring himself to let go.

"Just checking," Tony murmurs, kissing Peter's temple before sliding back a bit so they can lean on the headboard and sit upright. Peter manages to slowly unravel himself from Tony just enough to keep an arm free so he can eat something, but he's still pressed as close to him as he can manage, preferring that they have as little distance between them as possible.

As it is, Pepper brings back sandwiches, which they both manage to eat with only hand. Peter had almost forgotten the taste of bread and he finds himself hating the idea of that because he's never tasted anything so nice in all his life. And yeah, sure, the filling is nice too, but he just loves how the bread feels so solid and real and like it's going to help him rather than get his hopes up only to stamp on them as it betrays him and everything it stands for.

"Slow down, Peter, we have all day," Tony whispers after a while. As if on cue, Peter hiccups, having been eating his first meal in what feels like eternity way too fast.

"Sorry," he mumbles, taking a deep breath before slowing down a little, controlling his chewing as best as he can - which isn't very well but at least he's trying.

The sandwiches seem to be endless and they both eat until the very idea of eating anything more makes them feel a little queasy.

"We should probably get up now, kid," Tony admits, but Pepper shakes her head.

"Don't bother, it's a bit late for there to be any point and there are no shortages of rooms here. You can just go back to sleep."

Nothing's ever sounded better. Peter nods, falling back onto Tony, both literally and otherwise. He lets himself curl around Tony, not caring about anything else and simply letting his eyes close again, focusing on the feeling of being next to another person, one of his favourite people ever.

"Aunt May!" he blurts abruptly, his eyes flying open, glancing up at Tony in wild concern.

Tony licks his lips to get rid of any crumbs before nodding. "Don't worry, Peter, she knows you got hurt but we didn't tell her any of the details, she's happy to let you rest and recover. But she does want to see you before the month is up or else I'll rue the day I was born, or something like that."

Peter chuckles, smiling to himself. "That sounds about right."

He opens his mouth again but Tony beats him to it, continuing: "And your hacker friend is happy to wait a little longer as well, he's currently enjoying experimenting with the technology here. Don't worry about him."

Nodding yet again, Peter settles back down, suddenly tired and drained. Which makes no sense because he could have sworn he'd just gotten up, but he doesn't let that deter him from just staying still, from choosing to stay still instead of being forced to and simply letting himself exist without any immediate tension.

"Just let yourself sleep," Tony advises, pulling the blanket up over Peter's shoulders and tucking it around him so he's surrounded by warmth and comfort and safety.

He does.

He's dimly aware of Tony and Pepper having a conversation in hushed tones but he lets it slide over his head - something that he's rarely and overjoyed to be able to do - and slips into unconsciousness.

Everything's calm and quiet and peaceful.

But then it isn't because there's red everywhere and he can't tell if it's the lights or blood and he can't figure out where Mister Stark went and he knows it's literally not possible for anything to be behind him but he can't shake the feeling of being watched. And when he turns around to check, his feet start to ache, the pain growing so rapidly that he falls to his knees, a silent cry spilling over his lips as the sound of metal hitting metal echoes around him and the scent of danger floating in the air above him, looming over him and darkening everything.

A voice barks something in a language he can't recognise.

He flinches but he can't move because he's now lying down and before he can panic whilst trying to figure out how that happened, there's a burning on skin and a malicious whisper at the nape of his neck but it's not from a person, it's deeper and rougher and more metallic, and then he can't see anything and there's something crawling all over his skin, it might be spiders or it might be agony, he can't tell, he can't make anything out, he's lost in a cloud of uncertainty and it's seeping into his bones and the world might just be ending.

"Peter!"

He gasps, his eyes flying open as his heart makes itself aware by beating so loudly and so quickly he temporarily forgets who he is.

"Peter?"

Light fills his vision as he finally blinks and oxygen rushes into his lungs as he looks up to see his dad staring at him with both comfort and concern in his eyes.

"You with me?"

Peter nods slowly, copying his dad's breathing because his voice is soft and real and trustworthy, staring into his eyes and focusing his attention on the way they're right next to each other and he's the furthest thing from alone.

"-st like that, that's perfect, you're amazing, kid. Keep going, you're alright, you're safe now."

It must have taken longer than he'd realised because, by the time he accepts the incessant stream of words being murmured to him, the voice has become a little more hoarse, even though it's still filled with love and promise and reassurance.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles quietly, wrapping his arms around Tony and sniffling a little.

"You don't have to be," Tony replies without missing a beat, running a hand through Peter's curls as the other draws meaningless patterns on his back that immensely help to calm him down.

Peter nods to himself, exiling his apologies and letting himself smile a little. "I love you."

A strange noise escapes Tony's throat before he lets out half a laugh and half a sob, both of them knowing he wants to say it back and pretending he has because they know he can't at the moment.

Peter clings to Tony with no regrets. Logic says that the closer he is to Mister Stark, the further away that awful feeling of being trapped and unable to do anything goes.

"We're staying here, right?" he asks, still a little bit confused.

"For as long as you want, I promise," Tony replies, his voice wavering only a little.

"Thank you," Peter mumbles, his brain deciding no further action is required now that he's safe.

When he slips back into sleep is beyond his knowledge but when he stirs a while later, he's back in a small fort of blankets, soft snores drifting from Tony as a soft grey tint takes over the curtains and tells him the deepest part of the night is over.

Morning arrives pleasantly for once, not filled with urgent deadlines and alarms but rather with reminders of how safe and loved he is, and the promise of a day better than his night.

Tony yawns loudly as Peter blinks himself awake, both of them sharing a relieved look after they glance at the stubborn yellow glow radiating from the curtains. It seems to fill the room with a soft kind of determination, the kind that makes them want to get up and move on rather than stay where they are and hide from the world.

"Good morning, Pete." Tony smiles, kissing the top of his head.

Peter grins at that, nodding. "Yeah, I think it is."

"Should we go and find the others?" Tony asks, his eyes shining with what seems to be happiness, only slightly less carefree.

"Find them?" Peter asks, frowning, "Do we have to get up for that?"

Tony ruffles his hair, chuckling. "Yeah, that's kind of the first step, kid. But don't worry, you don't have to let go of me at all."

Peter gasps, his frown melting away faster than it had arrived. "Piggy back ride?"

"Ten points for Peter!" Tony winks, then going to stand up.

He stays near the edge of the bed so Peter can just slightly move and wrap himself around Tony, neither of them particularly bothered about reputation and the like right now, the two of them wobbling slightly before Tony stabilises himself and Peter can settle properly.

True to his promise to Pepper the day before, Tony carried Peter all the way to the room he knows she and Happy will be in because they always get up earlier than this and eat breakfast together so they can complain about him. They also usually then pretend not to know anything when he joins them but that's something he can only work towards right now, something he can use to keep himself motivated.

Peter knocks on the door when they get there, Tony too busy keeping his son in place and soothing any worries that dare to arise in his mind. Within seconds, Pepper's at the door with an anxious expression, an expression that fades to amusement and bewilderment with a hint of fondness as soon as she sees them.

"Tony?" she asks, as if it wasn't glaringly obvious.

"Good morning, Miss Potts!" Peter says brightly, lifting one hand to wave.

"Just Pepper, honey," Pepper replies on autopilot, then her eyes widen and she pulls them inside. "What are you doing walking about? We would have come to you, you know that!"

Tony just scoffs. "What's the fun in that?"

At this point, Happy stands up. "Sir, with all due respect, you could have eased yourself back into it."

Tony gives him a pointed look. "Can't you just be happy for me?"

Peter giggles, which causes the mildly offended retort on Happy's lips to die down. Even Pepper smiles at the sound, which in turn causes Tony to beam, the tension in the room vanishing easily.

"So, what's for breakfast?" Tony asks, looking around as if said meal will fall from the ceiling at any moment.

"Mhm, I'm kinda hungry too," Peter mumbles, mostly into Tony's hair, but he mumbles it all the same; Tony practically smiles his face off with relief and joy.

Happy starts moving as soon as Pepper gives him a look, calling over his shoulder: "Just to make sure nothing goes wrong, it's good old buttered toast."

"Can't we have jam?" Tony whines as if he's the one currently clinging onto someone's back.

Pepper glares at him, without any real malice, of course. "Tony, you can sit yourself down and eat the breakfast made for you or you can be fired."

Peter giggles again. "I don't get this joke, surely you can't fire each other?"

Happy gives Peter a knowing look, which is naturally accompanied by his signature frown. "Get used to it, Peter, they'll never stop."

Tony rolls his eyes but settles down on the little sofa nonetheless, Peter sliding down to sit beside him and nestling himself into Tony's side once more, his stomach rumbling as he catches sight of the toast.

It doesn't take long for them to dig in after that, both of them simply glad to be alive and mostly healthy and with one another. Of course, Peter can't stay attached to Tony forever and that might need to be addressed soon but for now, Tony's more than happy to let him have this little bit of happiness because he deserves it.

And anyway, the main focus is that buttered toast has never tasted better.

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