Hi, All!

I'm trying to make these chapters longer. I'd really appreciate any comments. Thanks!

P.S. Obviously, I already know what Jadyn D. stands for, and you know Tony Stark liked his acronyms, so any theories?

SIDE NOTE:
I just finished watching Spider-Man: Far From Home and had this idea, so be warned that this potentially contains Endgame spoilers, Infinity War spoilers, Iron Man spoilers, and pretty much every other spoiler for any other movie before and including Far From Home!
If you don't care, I don't care! Just warning you!
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He'd loved that kid, and he'd given his life to prove it. At least, he'd been willing to.

He saw it all in his mind: Peter comforting Morgan through her father's death, helping raise her with Pepper. He'd be the perfect big brother. But things hadn't gone that way. While hundreds of people had stood in his backyard at his funeral, he'd lain inside, unconscious for nearly six months, and when he'd woken up and demanded information, he'd been happy with what he'd heard.

Peter was getting good grades, still patrolling, and well on his way to getting a girlfriend.

Tony prayed the girlfriend's dad wasn't the Avenger's top target, this time.

A normal life, with a daughter and wife. No chance of screwing up a protege. Tony took it. Peter was okay, and though he missed him incredibly, it was obvious the kid was better off without him.

So he'd created Jadyn and set her up to keep an eye on Peter, just in case. But he trusted the kid. He was smart. And then the news alert had gone off, and his heart had hurt. He knew Peter had to be going through hell, but before he could offer his assistance, or decide on any possible course of action, the place of residence on Peter's file had gone blank, and that was how he found himself stepping forward to embrace May Parker, holding her head to his shoulder as her body trembled with sobs.

"I need you to think!" Tony said urgently. "Where would he go?"

"I-I don't know," May sobbed. "He's bright. He wouldn't g-go anywhere we'd suspect. He-he'd want to stay away from everyone he cares about, so-so that crosses off N-Ned, and MJ, and p-pretty much everyone else he's met and hasn't. You know that boy..."

And she broke down again, pushing away from Tony and turning away in her misery. Tony's arms hung limply at his sides as he considered their options, running through every possible solution possible. If Peter put on the spider suit, Karen would alert him as to his whereabouts, but otherwise, it was a very small needle in a big, big haystack.

"Stuart Little could help," he theorized. "I'll deal with him if I have to, if it means finding the kid, but still..."

He turned on his heel and paced across the entire room to brace one hand on the far left wall.

"And then there's Point Break, but it's hell even figuring out how to contact the dolt and way too emotional to be depended on..."

Back across the room he went, leaning his shoulder against the opposite wall with his arms crossed. He turned into the barrier, resting his head against the cold drywall as May sobbed into the silence.

"There's always the Bleecker Street Fool..." he muttered begrudgingly. "It'd be a damn piece of cake for him..."

May's crying quieted significantly and she turned pleadingly toward the man.

"Tony, please. I'm begging you. I know that-"

"Don't!" Tony put a hand up to stop her, looking away. He felt ashamed of himself. "Don't beg, May. You don't have to. I'll do anything to find him for us..." he heaved a sigh. "Even asking Stephen Strange for help."

May hadn't seen it firsthand the way some had, but she knew how much asking certain people for help was for Tony. This intensified when the person annoying, such as Scott Lang, a higher authority, like Thor, or especially a self-decided threat against Tony Stark's heroism and power.

This had manifested itself in the past with the feud with Steve Rogers, and presently in a certain doctor.

But it was not a grudging look that masked his face as he ran a hand through his hair and stepped forward to touch May's shoulder. His eyes held only the regret that Peter had been lost in the first place.

He had failed him again.

"I'll be in contact, May," he said quietly. "I'll let you know how things turn out."

And his hand slipping off her shoulder, he turned, opened the door, and strode out, closing it behind him. He took the staircase, bypassing the likely unsafe elevator completely, and stepped out of the apartment building, pushing his Jadyn D. glasses up over his nose and taking a deep breath.

"Alright, Jay," he muttered, and the lenses lit up light blue. "Direct me to 177A Bleecker Street."