Hi! there's a fic where the avengers are going into battle together to fight aliens(?)and Peter gets to join them. their attack plan is to have peter perched high up away from the fight, and instruct everyone else what to do with the advantage of the bird's eye view he has. They're talking via the comms. then something happens and ironman starts falling out of the sky, and peter abandons post to try and catch him, but doesnt make it in time(nobody dies), maybe instant kill mode is activated. ty!
sorry for the long wait. Could this possibly be your fic?
Who Will Be There When You Fall? by webdeeznuts
“I pull my punches, even the really evil people I can’t bring myself to do anything more than knock them out. I mean-” Peter trails off, he chuckles and shakes his head, it lacks humor, “I'm not God, I don’t get to choose when someone lives or dies, to have that kind of power over human life…”
The gears that have jammed inside Tony’s mind throughout this entire conversation have finally sprung to life, he finishes the sentence for him, “It scares you.”
“Yeah.”
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After Tony gets hurt on a mission, Peter uses instant-kill mode.
Summary: Peter uses instant kill for the first time.
Pairing: Tony & Peter, Irondad
Warnings: Hostage Situations
When he wakes up, everything is black. He breathes, but the warm air comes back and hits his own face. Tony jerks, feeling the ropes burn into his wrists and ankles from how tightly he was strapped to his chair.
“Ah, wakey wakey!” A deep voice with a Russian accent greets, and suddenly Tony’s world is filled with color as the man rips off the blinding black hood.
Tony flinches, the man speaking had about ten other men with guns behind him.
“What is this?” Tony chokes out, his voice is scratchy and his red eyes start to water.
“We’ve noticed that Iron Man seems to be very good friends with Spiderman. Always working together to ruin my plans!” The man snarls, leaning on the arms of Tony’s chair. At the mention of Peter, Tony’s heart jumps, but he’s relieved to find that the kid isn’t strapped down next to him. “As revenge for the inconvenience you’ve both caused me, I’d like to play a game.”
“Sorry, board game night is normally on Fridays.” Tony quips, earning himself a backhand to the face.
“I forgot how insufferable you could be.” The man hisses, backing out of Tony’s personal space. “No more speaking. Or I’ll do much worse than a quick slap.
The man, who honestly looks like a naked mole rat version of the Hulk, turns to the team behind him and says, “The Spider should be here soon.”
Tony’s face falls. He was perfectly fine taking whatever they intended to do to him if it meant sparing the kid from the same treatment, but they were using him to get the kid as well. Spiderman. His kid.
He knew Peter wouldn’t even hesitate to give himself over if it meant saving Tony Stark. Damn him and his need to fulfill the self sacrificing hero role.
Before Tony could even begin to think up a plan, an object appears in Tony’s peripheral. It was falling through the sky but getting closer and closer to the only open window in the room. Shit. Peter dives in gracefully, hitting the ground with a rolling somersault and instantly webbing one guy in the face. The threat of multiple guns cocking fills the room and Peter stills. Naked Mole Rat Man leapt behind Tony’s chair, one hand firmly gripping his chin in place while the other pressed a barrel to his temple.
“Be careful, little spider.” The man warns as Peter rises slowly. “We don’t want any... premature deaths.”
Tony stared into the white eyes of the Spiderman suit, trying desperately to connect with Peter, and to hopefully tell him to not do anything stupid. While Tony couldn’t tell if Peter was even actually looking at him, he felt it, knew that the kid would look to him for advice of what to do.
No funny business, Mister Parker.
“What do you want from me?” Peter questioned, trying to steel his voice as much as possible. His fists clenched as his eyes darted all over the room, sizing up the group of men around him.
“Oh, I want nothing from you.” The man chuckled. “I just want you to do something for me.”
"Okay...” Peter trailed off, waiting for the man to explain more.
“I have... this,” Naked Mole Rat Man took the gun from his hip holster, spinning it around his pointer finger. “And I want you to pick who I shoot. You... or Mr. Stark.”
Tony didn’t have time to be surprised or horrified at what the man was requesting.
“Don’t answer that!” Tony blurts out, terrified of what would happen if Peter answered. But he wasn’t afraid for his own safety. He knew who Peter would choose.
A deep sigh emits from the man behind him, who steps around into Tony’s line of sight. He looks disappointed, but his eyes glint with the thrill of violence.
“What did I say about talking?”
Tony’s sarcastic reply couldn’t even form on his tongue. The man didn’t give him a chance before he swung, hitting Tony in the temple with his gun. Peter cried out his name, but Tony didn’t want to react. DIdn’t want to give this disgusting man anymore satisfaction. A warm stream of blood trickles down his head, threatening to blur his vision. Peter takes a step forward, but isn’t allowed anything else before the gun is being pointed at him.
“Okay, Spider. Time to choose. You or him.” The grin that spreads across the man’s face makes Tony want to puke. “Here. I’ll even let you do it yourself.”
Naked Mole Rat Man steps towards Peter, forcing the gun into his hands. Tony can see Peter’s hands shake. Tony is going to kill this bastard. The man grips onto Peter’s shoulders tightly, giving him a rough massage as if to warm him up for the killing.
Tony stares into Peter’s eyes. He wishes he could see them. He tries to tell Pete that it’s okay, it needs to be me.
“Come on.” The man growls, growing impatient. He grabs Peter’s arm and aims the gun at Tony. “That should be good enough. Unless, of course, you’d rather be the one to go.”
When the man let’s go of Peter’s arm, the kid keeps the gun where it is. Tony can see his chest heaving, and despite how shaky Peter was, he knew the bullet would still hit. This is it.
“Tony..” The whimper barely makes it through the mask, but it’s enough to enrage Tony more than he thought possible. Peter can’t shoot him. Which means Tony is really going to kill that bastard. He has to. “I’m sorry.”
The clanging of metal makes Tony flinch, something behind Peter exploding in every which way. Speared spider legs emerge from the back of Peter’s suit, bent and stabbing in every direction. The sickening sound of metal piercing flesh fills the room as Naked Mole Rat Man is skewered onto one of the metal spears. The pure white eyes of the suit fill with black and a red pupil glows.
Tony hardly recognizes his own design. The kid said he would never dream of using it.
The sound of bullets clanging against the legs of Peter’s suit filled the room and Tony quickly stood the best he could, smashing the chair against the wall. Peter had swung into motion, the legs on his suit blocking bullets and piercing men as he passed by to web up others. Tony fumbles with the rope as it loosens, desperately trying to untie it to go help Peter. By the time Tony was able to free himself, Peter was standing in a pile of bodies. Some were dead while others were cocooned in webs.
The metal legs retracted back to where they came from, and Peter looked small. He wrapped his arms around himself and convulsed, eyes glossing back to white. Tony doesn’t hesitate. He runs. Runs to the kid, his kid.
Tony pulls of the mask, looking into Peter’s watery eyes. His mouth is twisted into a terrible frown as he tries not to cry.
“I’m sorry.” Peter whispers, tears now running down his cheeks. “I had to. I couldn’t let you get hurt.”
“Shh, I know.” Tony pulls Peter into his arms, who immediately hides in face in Tony’s shoulder. “You saved me. Thank you.”
As much as Tony wanted to say that everything would be okay, he wasn’t sure. There was no telling what effect this would have on the kid. He knew the time would come eventually, there was no avoiding it with the kind of trouble Peter liked to get into. But Tony never thought it would be because of him. He was supposed to do the protecting around here. Peter wasn’t supposed to protect him.
Tony sighed. He held the kid as he cried, a hand on the back of his head to keep him from looking around at the bodies.
Whatever happens, Tony held him tighter, resting his head atop Peter’s, I will be with you.
Over heard the wildest conversation the other day. A woman was on the phone in the waiting room of my orthodontist’s office, and I was the only other person in there. What I understand to have happened, from hearing only one half of the conversation, is as follows.
The woman and her boyfriend were being pressured by friends and family to get married. The boyfriend kept joking with said friends and family that the girlfriend wasn’t ready yet, otherwise he would have done it already. The woman gets wind of this excuse and confronts him, says she’d be ready to marry him essentially on the spot, and asked if he felt the same. The boyfriend, of course, assured her that of course he couldn’t wait to marry her, and would do so immediately if he had the chance,
My girl smells bullshit. I don’t know the exact time frame, I would guess maybe the next week, she tricks him into going to the courthouse. Says that they have to take care of some clerical thing or whatever, he isn’t paying that much attention, and she drags his ass up to the marriage office (or whatever that thing’s called). Asks him again what he thinks of getting married. Instant kill. He tries (and fails!) to bullshit his way out. Ultimately, they break up, the woman is parading this story around, as she should.
TLDR: My guy got called on his bullshit and my girl is living that proud single life.
