IronDad and SpiderSon Drabble
Warnings: injury, cursing, angst, Stony (ship), Spiderpool (ship)
This is a snip-it of a larger piece.
When Peter made his way to the official Avenger’s tower, it wasn’t a surprise to be greeted by Tony, Steve, and Bruce in the lobby. His leg was still sore and would be for the next few days, but thanks to Deadpool’s stitching (surprisingly neat and medically trained stitching) the skin was already starting to heal itself. Honestly, what Peter needed most in that moment was some painkillers.
“Peter!” Tony’s shout was paired with a surprising hug from the billionaire. Peter stumbled back and only winced slightly He had changed into his street clothes after stopping at his apartment really quick and the harsh jean fabric rubbed awkwardly against his makeshift bandage of some gauze and medical tape. Tony pulled back at the sound of Peter’s wince. He looked like he wanted to say something, but Steve came over quick and gripped Tony’s shoulder.
“Bruce, would you mind taking Peter up to medical? I’m sure some painkillers and a change in bandage would suffice,” he said sweetly and gave Peter’s shoulder a caring squeeze as Peter limped to follow Bruce to the elevator. Steve turned to Tony.
“He was shot!” Tony whispered angrily. “Don’t you dare tell me to calm down when Spiderman was just shot under my watch!” His nostrils flared and Steve gripped Tony’s shoulder to make him face the blonde.
“Peter is fine, Tony.” Steve said lowly. “He wasn’t on your watch. This isn’t your fault. There are dangers and risks to being a hero; you know that.”
“I should take the suit away again.” Tony decided. “He deactivated every single safety protocol I installed. How?! I made them triple hack proof. Friday couldn’t even hack it! Clearly he doesn’t understand the importance of any of this if he thinks—“ Steve shook Tony slightly and placed a finger to his lips. Tony huffed out a breath but stopped talking.
“You know better than anyone that Peter is brilliant. Didn’t you just say to me yesterday that he reminds you of yourself at his age? And no, you’re not going to take the suit away.” Tony looked like he wanted to interrupt but Steve shook his head. “No, you won’t. Because the last time you did that, he went headfirst into enemy lines and nearly died without any protection. We are going to go upstairs, and talk to him—listen to him—before making and decisions. Clear?” Steve asked as if he were talking to a child. Tony clicked his tongue.
“I hate it when you treat me like a child.” Tony muttered, turning and heading for the elevator. Steve placed a kiss on Tony’s hairline and wrapped his hand into Tony’s.
“I know,” he whispered, smugly. Tony rolled his eyes.
“I’m still lecturing him, though.” He muttered. “Damn kid is gonna give me gray hairs.” He puffed as the doors closed.
Steve and Tony found Peter and Bruce in the medical floor of the tower. Peter was sitting on an exam bed with his pants off and Bruce stood over him, typing on his tablet with the bullet wound on full display.
“—did a good job. You said the bullet was still in you? I’m glad whoever helped was smart enough to notice no exit wound.” Bruce was talking to Peter and Peter was nodding along. They stopped talking, though, when Peter caught sight of Tony and Steve. He looked down in guilt.
“What’s the update, doc?” Tony asked Bruce. Bruce handed Tony the tablet as the billionaire looked through it, humming every few seconds in distaste before focusing on Peter.
“You’re an idiot.” He snapped. Peter opened his mouth to grunt out an offended sound and moved to defend himself but Tony held up his hand.
“No, it’s my turn to speak right now.” He said and God, this felt like Vulture all over again. “It’s one thing to get injured in a fight. It happens all the time, really. No big deal.” Tony shrugged. “But this?” He waved the tablet over Peter’s body and bullet wound. “This is a big deal because sure you got shot in battle, defending the innocent, but instead of doing as you’re told and letting Karen send the emergency alert to Friday so we could help, you go and override not just the emergency protocols, but all the protocols!” Tony was shouting now.
“Did you know there’s an emergency protocol to filter your air when an untraceable gas is emitted into the air? What happens if a bad guy comes and shoots out some poisonous gas that’s odorless and colorless? Now, the oxygen filter is only accessible by voice command and you can’t command it if you’re dead!” Peter flinched at Tony’s outburst. Bruce was looking down at his feet and Steve was watching in sorrow. Peter looked down. Fuck, he screwed up.
“I-I didn’t—” Peter tried thinking of what to say to fix the situation, but nothing came to mind. He fucked up.
“No, you did. That’s the problem.” Tony said. “You did hack into my suit to take out your last line of defense. You did go against what I said about laying low and get yourself shot. And you did prove exactly my point; you’re not ready to be an Avenger.” Peter spasmed as if he were slapped.
“Tony—“ Steve took a step forward.
“No, we agreed I won’t take the suit away, but I need to know exactly what was going through your head when you dismantled my safety protocols and when you decided that team-ups with Deadpool were suddenly okay!” Tony said sternly. Peter sighed and cast his eyes downward.
“I hacked into the suit for the first time a few weeks back. I like learning about the suit and Karen only knows so much so I got in the habit of taking it a part and seeing how it works,” Peter ignored Tony’s grunt of disapproval, “a few weeks ago, I noticed you had some more child-lock protocols in place. Karen said I would hardly notice them and should leave them in place, but—“ Peter paused, “after our talk the other day, I was just so sick of being treated like a kid! I don’t need child-locks or monitors to keep me in check! I’m twenty years old, I’ve been doing this for six years!” Peter exploded. “I figured if I barely noticed they were on, I wouldn’t notice they were off. After a fight with a mugger, I realized the protocols I busted were the ones that had a direct line with Friday. They were surveillance protocols.” Peter bit out. “I’m not a child and I don’t need to be watched 24/7!”
“They weren’t in place to watch you, Peter, they were in place to alert me if, oh I don’t know, you got shot and needed medical attention!” Tony yelled.
“I’m fine, aren’t I?” Peter yelled back. He was sick of this. Why can’t Tony see that while he was in a dangerous position last night, he’s fine and could handle it?!
“Barely!” Tony shot back. “Who knows what happened with Deadpool!” He growled. Peter glared.
“He’s the one who helped me, actually.” Peter grunted. “He took the bullet out and stitched me up. He let me crash at his place and everything!” Peter yelled. Tony paused and Peter got the distinct feeling that that was the wrong thing to say.
“You were with Deadpool all morning?!” He shouted. Peter groaned in frustration.
“We had this conversation!” Tony all but shouted exasperatedly. “Deadpool is a bad guy. I don’t care what you think you know about him; you don’t know him. He’s a psychotic killer!”
“He’s not that bad, you know!” Peter interrupted. He knew, logically, that getting into a screaming match with Tony Stark would just end in someone storming off and words being spit just for hurt’s sake. It was a mistake, essentially. But Peter didn’t care.
“‘Not that bad’?” Tony scoffed. Steve had a look of concern on his face, almost certain that this was going to end badly but not knowing how to stop it. “He’s killed probably more people than the Avengers saved! He’s unhinged and unstable. There’s a reason we don’t work with him and there’s a reason he isn’t an Avenger, Peter.” Tony said sternly. Peter practically growled.
“There you go again, dangling that around!” Peter bit, suddenly losing sight of Deadpool in the argument and focusing in on Tony’s words. “You keep telling me I don’t know what it means to be an Avenger and maybe you’re right, maybe I don’t because her I am—a willing participant—and there you are, telling me to fuck off! Screw you! I’m not some kid you need to shelter from the world—I’m not your kid!”
“Peter—“ Steve tried to intercept from a different angle only to be cut off by a dark laugh from Tony.
“You wonder why you’re not an Avenger? You can’t even see danger when it’s right in front of you. You’re right, you’re not my kid, but you’re my responsibility. If you want to act like a child, I have no problem treating you like one. Friday, initiate ‘timeout’ protocol.” Tony said impartially. Peter glared at him.
“What is ‘timeout’ protocol?” He gritted out. Steve shook his head in disappointment.
“Tony, I told you not to take away—“
“I’m not,” Tony said in his cool and collected tone of indifference, “this is one of the protocols that Karen isn’t even cleared to know about, therefore, you can’t disable it. You can keep the suit, but it won’t turn on until I say so. You want to act like a child? Great, go to your room.” Tony snapped. Peter glared with a fury he didn’t know he was capable of possessing. His skin boiled and his heart drummed in his ears.
Without a word, Peter stood up, ignoring the pain in his leg and Bruce’s petitions to sit back down. Peter stepped up into Tony’s space and glared.
“I don’t know why you can’t trust me to make my own decisions, but fuck you.”
Peter hobbled out of the room and to the elevators. He wasn’t too worried about his leg; like Bruce said, Wade did a good job stitching him up and the wound would probably be closed by tomorrow morning anyway.
“Mr. Parker, I am under authority to try and redirect you back to the medical wing or to your room,” Friday’s voice carried through the halls just outside the elevator.
“Are you really going to make me take the stairs?” Peter asked. He just wanted to go home. There was silence for a few moments until the doors swung open and Peter stepped inside.
