There still pain that lingers, one physical from the bruises that had formed and from his shoulder that was nearly BROKEN. But then there’s a kind of pain that wouldn’t be healed with physical therapy, or with medication. Hell, he wasn’t sure if it could be healed at all. Steve Rogers had broken up the team, and left a disaster in his wake. And now, Tony was their to deal with it all. He doesn’t know where to start. Is it even possible to FIX this?
But the image of his son being SMACKED down to the floor, replays in his head. Tony was just glad he could get Peter out of their as soon as possible. Happy told him it wasn’t a good idea, and some part of it knew he had a point, but he’d made the suit for his son. But he chose to bring his son into this MESS, and risk his life, despite it all. That was just another thing to add to his list of MISTAKES.
The important thing was that they were home now. They were both beaten up, but they were home. Bones ache, as he turns the doorknob to walk inside of the bases’ common room. Brown eye lock on his son, for the first time since the chaos at the airport. “Hey, kiddo,” he says, with a HEAVY smile.
