Thinking of an identity porn Starker AU where Tony has an accident, losing his memory and ending up in the hospital. Peter sits with him until he wakes up, but Tony just gives him a look, confused about the boy at the side of his bed. Peter can tell somethingâs wrong, so he goes to get a nurse.
While heâs gone, Pepper/Rhodey come back into the room, talking about âhow sweet your boy isâ and Tony just assumes, well, maybe heâs my son?? Itâs confirmed for him when Peter comes back, calling him daddy and curling into his side. It makes sense. Heâs been with a lot of different women, of course one of them would want to reconnect with him. Itâs more concerning that he canât remember.
Tony spends weeks in physiotherapy, regaining his physical strength, and trying to remember about his life (which he has lost 5 years of). Peter sticks by him, doing school work and always pressed up against his side. He feels weird asking questions, not even sure who Peterâs mom is, how they got so close.
Then Peter starts getting distant. As Tony is released from the hospital, Peter brings him back to the penthouse, hanging out and helping Tony get adjusted. When night comes and they get ready for bed, Peter looks hurt when Tony closes the bedroom door on him.
He walks slowly to his bed, frustrated with his memory, confused as to why his son would be so close to him, wanting to sleep in his bed. Heâs in his 20âs, dammit.
He grabs his tablet off the nightstand. The screensaver is a picture of him and Peter, the younger boy pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek. Tonyâs smile wanes as he studies the look on his own face. He throws the tablet down, taking a look around the room. So much is differentâ not just a five year change in style, no, there are journals and textbooks and, and... his closet is full of clothing that isnât his. Smaller, casual clothing.
Frantically, he searches the room. Dozens of photos of the two of themâ with friends, with strangers, dancing and hugging and laughing. And then thereâs an album, white and expensive. Him and Peter, surrounded by their friends and family, standing in front of a minister.
He runs to the door, whipping it open, and finds Peter curled up on the floor, asleep. Not his son, no. He carries his husband back to bed, tucking him in and admiring the boyâs face, peaceful as he sleeps. He thinks, even without his memories, it might be a beautiful journey to fall back in love with this man.
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