Author's Note: Hello, hello, my readers, welcome back to my Whumptober fic collection for Iron Dad and Spider Son! So, this is a quick update because I had this written before Whumptober for my internet bestie, Superherotiger! She had put out a prompt for this fic, and I saw that it fit today's prompt. So, I decided to share this fic with you guys! Today, we are tackling Prompt 10: STRANDED! I hope you all enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own anything related to the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

Stranded

No. 10-Stranded

Peter gasped as his eyes shot open. He quickly closed them again as the sunlight blinded him, and as soon as he opened his eyes…he felt the pain…everywhere. His body felt like lead, and he felt like he couldn't move. What was happening? Why was he in so much pain? He closed his eyes again as he realized that he was breathing very heavily, and the teenager tried his hardest to steady his breathing.

Once he was sure that his breathing was under control…he moved…very slowly to sit up. However, as he did, the pain skyrocketed…especially in his left foot. As he sat up propping himself up on his hands, he began to take in his surroundings. Immediately…he smelled…fuel…jet fuel. It was strong that he nearly threw up for a moment before taking a deep breath hoping to keep his breakfast down, and then…he saw tall trees surrounding him. Looking up at the light aggravated his headache, so he reached up to soothe the pain, and when he did…he felt something wet…He brought his hand away and saw the blood on his fingertips. Peter began to breathe heavily again as he tried to piece together why he was bleeding. He looked around again trying to find anything that could give him a clue as to why he was flat on the ground…in a random forest…bleeding and smelling jet fuel.

Then…his brown eyes widened as they landed on an airplane…that was on the ground a way's away from him…and the plane was on fire and damaged beyond repair. He could just barely see the "Stark Industries" logo on it, and that was when it hit him. The memories came flooding back…

"FRI, update on the time…" Tony said as they sat across from each other.

"Of course, boss," the AI replied. She paused for a few moments. "We are officially 3 hours away from Los Angeles. We are estimated to land at the airport at precisely 1:00 PM California time."

"Thank you, dear," Tony said as he returned to his tablet. "Looks like we'll be getting there on time."

"Ms. Potts will be happy," Peter said with a smirk as he sat across from his mentor.

Tony couldn't help but smile and chuckle. "Happy fiancée, happy life," he said.

Peter chuckled. "Speaking of fiancée," Peter said looking up from his schoolwork, "you guys figure out a wedding date yet?"

"As a matter of fact," Tony said, "we've figured that we want it to be in August. When in August…no idea."

Peter simply shrugged. "You've got about 6 months," he said, "and you got the month and the year down. That's 67% of the battle. Who knows? Maybe she'll want to marry you once we get to Los Angeles."

Tony couldn't help but chuckle at his intern again. "Slow down there, buckaroo," he said with a raised eyebrow. "This is Pepper we're talking about here. She wants to marry me yesterday."

Peter laughed and shook his head at his mentor. He was about to say something else when suddenly…there was a loud thud. Peter's smile fell from his face as he looked at Tony, who had the same expression on his face. "Uhh…Mr. Stark…w-what was that?" he asked nervously.

"I-I'm not sure…" Tony said sitting up straighter. "FRIDAY, what happened?"

"Boss, we've lost the right engine," FRIDAY replied sounding frantic.

Tony and Peter immediately looked out the window and saw smoke coming out of the right wing. Peter could've sworn he saw a fire as well. Before either of them could say anything, the plane suddenly jerked to the side and started going down very fast.

"Boss, we're going down!" FRIDAY suddenly said. "Brace for impact!"

"Mr. Stark…" Peter said feeling his heart pound in his chest as he gripped his seat's armrests.

"Kid, do what FRIDAY says," Tony said looking straight into his eyes. "Brace for impact. Keep your head down and stay down."

"But—" Peter tried to say.

"FRIDAY, send a distress call!" Tony shouted making Peter slightly jump. "Peter, head down…NOW!"

Peter realized that he had no other choice, and with that, he did as Tony told him and bent over with his hands covering his head. His heart continued to pound, and tears came to his eyes. Was he about to die? Were he and Tony both about to die the exact same way his parents died? No…no this couldn't be it. There was so much he still needed to do. He had to tell MJ how he felt about her. He had to graduate high school and go to MIT. He had to tell Tony…how he felt about him…how he saw him as a father figure.

"I don't want to go, Mr. Stark," he said.

He felt a hand grab his, and he knew right away that it was Tony.

"I'm right here, buddy," he heard Tony say. "I've got you."

"Don't let go," Peter said gripping Tony's hand as tight as he could without letting go.

"I won't," Tony said.

Then…a loud thud was heard…Everything went black…and he could've sworn he felt Tony's hand slip from his.

"Oh my god…" Peter said breathing heavily again as he looked at the plane. They crashed. He and Tony crashed. He gasped when he remembered that Tony was with him…holding his hand. When he lost consciousness, he felt Tony's hand slip away. "No…no…" He quickly stood up not even bothering to think about the pain surging through his body. He could care less about his own body. He had to find his mentor. He had to find Tony. It was only the two of them on the plane, and they needed to stick together. "Mr. Stark!" he shouted despite his sore throat as he looked around frantically.

There was no answer.

Peter's heart pounded even more. He refused to give up. There was no way he lost someone else he cared about…someone else he loved in a plane crash. There was no way fate was that cruel. "Mr. Stark, where are you?!" he shouted again.

No answer again.

"N-No…no…" Peter said as tears formed in his eyes. He took a deep breath and screamed at the top of his lungs, "MR. STARK! ANSWER ME! PLEASE!"

There was no answer yet again…until…

"K-Kid…?"

Peter gasped. It was faint, but he heard it thanks to his enhanced hearing. Then he turned around and followed it a little way's away from the plane. "Mr. Stark!" he shouted as he limped and tears streamed down his face. "Mr. Stark! I'm coming! Keep talking to me!"

"O-Over here, buddy!" he heard Tony shout.

So, Peter kept walking and following Tony's voice, and thankfully, it didn't take long before Peter finally found Tony sprawled out on the ground by a tree. He had to stop so he exhaled with great relief when he saw Tony struggling to sit up. Then he saw Tony's brown eyes lock with his.

"Kid…" Tony said with a smile.

"Mr. Stark!" Peter exclaimed before he practically ran over to him. He got down on his knees next to him and hugged him tightly. "Holy shit, you're alive!"

"Yeah, so are you!" Tony said as he teared up while hugging his intern. "Let me look at you, Pete. Let me look at you." He pulled away to look at Peter putting his hands on the teen's dirty cheeks and widened his eyes at the cut on his forehead. "You've got a cut here. Are you hurt anywhere else? Don't lie to me."

"I'm fine," Peter quickly said. "It's just a cut on the forehead and my foot. I promise I'm fine. I need to make sure you're not hurt."

"Pete, I'm—"

"Don't lie to me, please, Mr. Stark. Please just let me check you. Put my mind at ease."

Tony was silent for a moment as he saw the fear and desperation in Peter's big brown eyes, and then he nodded. "Okay, but then I'm checking you again," he finally said. "Deal?"

"Deal," Peter said nodding. He looked at Tony and saw that he had a cut on his head too. "Does anything hurt?" he asked.

"Just my head," Tony said. "I promise, kid. I'm fine."

"Mr. Stark, please," Peter practically pleaded.

Tony sighed. "Okay, okay," Tony replied, "I…" he hissed, "I think I broke my ribs." He lifted his shirt allowing Peter to see bruising on his right side.

"Okay, okay," Peter replied taking it all in. He scanned Tony for any other injuries. It didn't look like anything was out of place. "Is there anything else?"

"I promise, there's nothing else," Tony said firmly allowing Peter to see that he wasn't lying.

Peter nodded accepting his answer. "W-What…what do we do now?" he asked. "I-I mean…do you remember what happened?"

"Yes, we crashed," Tony replied, "but we're going to be okay. First, we need to patch up our injuries. Let's…" he tried to stand up, but pain shot through his side causing him to fall back and cry out. "AGH!"

"Okay, clearly, you're in no shape to go anywhere," Peter said. "Just tell me what we need. I can grab it."

"You're in no better shape than I am," Tony said as Peter helped him to lie back on the ground. "Your foot…"

"I can limp on it," Peter said quickly. "Just tell me. I can get it."

Tony sighed. "Okay," he said realizing that Peter was right. Tony couldn't take a step without aggravating his ribs. Peter could at least move about with little issue, and Tony immediately hated it. He was supposed to protect Peter, not the other way around. Then again…what choice did they have? "Here's what you need to get…"

Thankfully, it didn't take Peter long to find the supplies Tony instructed him to find, so he was able to gather the first aid kit, bottles of water, food, a flare gun, pillows, their phones, and blankets into a bag before making his way back to Tony. He used a pillow to allow Tony to rest his head.

"Okay…" Peter said, "you should be more comfortable now. We should stitch up that cut on your head."

"I'll do it, bud," Tony said. "Give me—"

"You can barely sit up," Peter said firmly. "Just walk me through it, and I can do it."

Tony sighed yet again and nodded when he saw that Peter was not giving in. "Okay, get the first aid kit and a water bottle," he said.

Peter nodded and did exactly as Tony instructed. "I'm ready," he said.

"Alright…first, wash those hands," Tony instructed.

Peter did as he was told and poured water on his hands washing away the dirt and blood. "Now what?" he said.

It took some time, but Peter was able to stitch up Tony's wound with no problem. As soon as he stitched it back together, he placed a bandage on it. "There we go, Mr. Stark," he said with a small smile.

"Great job, kid," Tony said with a small smile. "I knew you could do it. You should let me do yours."

"Don't worry about me," Peter said as he grabbed more needle and thread for himself. "You should get some rest."

"Pete, you don't need to be the hero," Tony said as he grabbed his wrist. "We're alive. We're okay. Someone will come for us."

"Yeah, I know," he said quickly, "but you can barely sit up. Please, let me take care of you for once, Mr. Stark. Please…"

Tony sighed when he realized that Peter was not letting up. However, as much as he hated to admit it, he was right. He was flat on his back with broken ribs. There was very little he could do, and he hated it. "Okay, just stay close, okay?" he said.

"Of course, sir," Peter replied. "We were kidnapped together and survived a plane crash just now. I'm not letting you out of my sight."

Both mentor and mentee chuckled.

"That makes two of us," Tony replied.

As soon as Peter fixed his wound and put a makeshift splint on his foot with Tony's instruction, he was able to make a small shelter for the two of them and built a small fire, which would hopefully signal to someone where they were and keep them warm. They were a safe distance away that they could still see the plane but stay away from the smoke. He also kept the small flare gun nearby to fire if they hear any planes or helicopters approaching.

"Where do you think we crashed?" Peter asked later that day as they laid side by side in their makeshift shelter.

"FRIDAY said we were about 3 hours away," Tony replied, "so probably somewhere around…Nebraska…maybe Nevada…"

Peter sighed trying to steady his pounding heart. The fact that even Tony didn't know where they crashed specifically made him more nervous as he wondered if anyone knew where they were or if they knew where to look. He tried to figure out their location with their phones, but there was no service. Not to mention that both of their phones were demolished in the crash.

"Don't worry, kid," Tony said. "We'll be okay. Somehow, some way, someone is going to find us. FRIDAY sent out a distress signal before we went down."

"I know," Peter said before he inched closer to Tony laying his head on Tony's chest. "Just…promise me you won't leave me."

"Hey, I promise," Tony replied. "I'm not going anywhere. We're in this together."

Peter smiled and looked up at his mentor. "Iron Man and Spider-Man?"

"Iron Man and Spider-Man."

Peter's eyes slowly opened, and he looked around seeing that he was still in that makeshift shelter he made for him and Tony…about two days ago. He sighed. It had been two days since the crash, and there was no sign of rescue coming. However, Peter and Tony refused to give up any hope, so with his mentor's help, Peter did everything in his power to get any sort of help. He kept the fire going to signal any aircraft. Then he tried to get FRIDAY back online, but to no avail. He still had the flare gun, but both he and Tony agreed that it was best to save it for when they were sure help was coming. However, Peter couldn't help but wonder if…they were going to be stuck in the middle of nowhere forever as the sun set on the second day.

"It'll be okay, kid," Tony said jolting Peter out of his thoughts. "They'll find us…somehow, some way."

Peter lightly chuckled. "It's amazing how you can practically read my thoughts," he said with a smile.

"I know you too well," the billionaire said with a chuckle.

"At least, no matter what, we'll always be together, right?" Peter said looking up at Tony with the smile never leaving his face.

"Right," Tony replied with no hesitation.

Peter's eyes shot open when he heard something that did not belong in a forest. Was it what he thought it was? Or was he dreaming? Or was this all some cruel joke? Was it for real? He looked up at Tony only to see that his mentor was awake and looking up with a face full of confusion.

"Mr. Stark," Peter began carefully, "do you…?"

"I hear it, kid," Tony replied shakily. "The flare, Pete," he propped himself on his elbow ignoring the pain, "get the flare!"

Peter wasted no time and grabbed the flare in their shelter practically scrambling out. Thankfully, Tony once showed him how to do it when training him in basic survival skills, so he unlocked the flare gun and raised it high above his head and pulled the trigger. He jolted when it fired the flare high into the air above the trees and popped. "Should I fire the other one?" Peter asked Tony.

"When we get closer," Tony said as he slowly tried to shift out of the shelter minding his broken ribs. "We need to find an opening and wave those helicopters down. There are too many trees here. We can get closer to the plane…where we crashed."

"Okay," Peter said as he moved to help Tony stand up, "are you sure you can walk?"

"Kid, we don't have a choice," Tony said sternly. "I promise I will be fine to walk. I will lie down once we're home."

"Point taken," Peter said quickly as he helped his mentor to his feet and supported him with his body despite his injured foot. "Let's go."

They walked back toward the crash site, and Peter fired the flare gun again once they got closer. Sure enough, two helicopters landed nearby. A huge smile splashed on Peter's face when Rhodey jumped out and ran toward him and Tony. This was it. They were finally going home…together.

Author's Note: Annnnnnnnnd that's all for now, boys and girls! I really hope you all enjoyed this fic! I loved writing Peter being the one taking care of Tony for a change, and I've always wanted to write a fic where they were stranded in some way, shape, or form, so I couldn't pass this up! Up next is FLATLINE! So I hope to see you all in the next one! In the meantime, don't forget to read and review! Thanks again, guys!