For Tony - Post Kidnapping

[close_to_the_ground]

He's okay. That's what Strange kept trying to tell Peter as he'd tugged his mask over his head and immediately started webbing through the city, trying to get home. He didn't care if he was wearing his civilian clothes, didn't really give two shits who saw him.

Tony got hurt. And okay wasn't gonna cut it until Peter saw it with his own two eyes. He still didn't understand what had happened. He got beat up? That doesn't make sense and even without the suit Tony Stark can handle random muggers or whatever so there's gotta be more to it than that.

God, it's Peter's fault he doesn't even have a suit, anymore.

He swings to one off the windows of the penthouse because taking the stairs from the roof is too slow and pops the window open, stumbling into the living room.

"Mr. Stark!" he yells, pulling the mask off, hair hopelessly messed up. "Mr. Stark?"

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[close_to_the_ground]

"Really?" Peter breathes, because he expected a fight on that. Something about focusing on school or who knows what.

"Yeah, yeah okay. I promise," he says, keeping a steadying hand on Tony's back and using his strength to prop him up. He feels light as air, as pumped up on adrenaline as Peter is.

"No going alone for either of us and a panic button for you. I, maybe make one that goes straight for you for me to wear, too. In case I can't get the mask on. I swear, I can watch out for you. I'll keep you safe."

[ahollowman]

"You're not a normal kid. And while any parent would want their kid to have as normal a life as possible, not just any parent is dealing with raising a very small Avenger."

Tony smiled, an expression that was wry and a little helpless. It was an odd position he'd put himself in, filling in for a father, a mother, a trainer, a leader. There was an instinct to protect Peter, because there was a terror of what might happen if he didn't, but ...

In two short years he'd be his own person. He had to be ready for it, and not just as Peter Parker.

"You know I'm supposed to be the adult here. It's not your responsibility to keep me safe. Also, Iron Man?"

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"I am not very small. I'm only like three inches shorter than you," Peter scoffs, frowning as he draws his legs up and leans back, taking in Tony's injuries with a more assessing glare.

"Family takes care of each other. We're family. And your kid can benchpress a car so yeah, not normal so not a normal situation. Protecting you is the actual very least I can do considering what you gave me."

[ahollowman]

Tony politely didn't mention that it was probably less than three inches, and that he wore shoes with lifts. Instead, he let Peter take his weight and reached for the television remote, turning it to the evening news.

"Okay, first or all, I'm no slouch at a dead lift either." And it was a joke, because next to Steve's seven or eight hundred pounds, next to Peter's three tons, and whatever else, Tony really was a bit of a joke. Out of armor.

"I shouldn't need to be protected, is the issue. When I do, it means I made a wrong decision somewhere. I need to do better."

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"No you didn't," Peter protests, because he doesn't even have to think about it. Tony is never gonna convince Peter he's anything less than awesome.

"You're just not a reckless kid who got himself bit by a magic spider. You're a genius who sacrificed his two million dollar suit to save his reckless kid's life. So like, now I watch out for you."

[ahollowman]

That got a sigh out of Tony. It wasn't as if he didn't appreciate that Peter, for once in Tony's life, wasn't critical of everything he did. But sometimes he wished Peter would be, sell ... just a little more critical, for his own sake.

He was just going to have a hard life ahead of him, after sixteen.

"You're reckless because you care, is all. I think it's going to be delivery for dinner. You want to pick something out?"

All the pain medication was keeping Tony from being very hungry. Also the ache in his jaw. But Peter needed to eat regularly, more than most.

[close_to_the_ground]

"Yeah, yeah of course. I can take care of everything, stay right there," Peter says, scrambling up and over the back of the couch, skidding around a corner to Tony's room. The insane, blinding anger has at least been temporarily replaced with the desire to take care of Tony as long as he'll let him.

He grabs all the softest, fluffiest pillows and the stupidly soft robe Tony likes to wear.

"Here, you need more back support. I'm gonna order Ramen. Easier to eat, I think. The good stuff with the kakuni. You want one of your fancy bubbly waters?"

[ahollowman]

Red, who usually waited for Peter on the roof after class was out, finally realized there was activity in the apartment again and came jingling in through the dog door to watch Peter get things together. Her ears were back, her expression curious and worried. She was a sensitive animal.

"Uh, no. Do you know how to make tea? The honeybush, it's in the red canister."

The ache in his chest demanded a hot drink, but also a lack of caffeine. He leaned back against the new pillows and let himself sink back with a sigh, perfectly comfortable for the time being.

"God, your aunt did such a good job on you. If my dad asked for a drink I would have given him the finger."

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"Yeah well your dad was a dick to you and you're super nice to me so take some of the credit," Peter scoffs, scooping up Red with one arm as he trots over to the stove.

"May used to make me make her this weird matcha tea stuff. It was gross. I can handle whatever honeybush is," he says as he turns on the kettle and fetches the tea. "Gotta give Ben credit, too. He only died a few months before I met you. He did all the cooking and that kind of stuff, actually."

[ahollowman]

"That explains a lot," Tony said from his nest on the sofa. He'd been invited to dinner a few times, usually as cover for an eventual lecture about how hard he was working Peter. Dinner was always predictable, at least, in that it was predictably either burnt and a lost cause, or ... wanting something.

Tony could cook, of course, but it wasn't the same kind of cooking. It wasn't home cooking from a grandmother's recipies. It was dishes that could be picked up at a Le Cordon Bleu boot camp. Good, but a little too fiddly.

"I'm ... it's sad I never got a chance to meet him. Make a whole pot, alright? And get me the tonkotsu? Get yourself some takoyaki, too, like, two orders of takoyaki."

Peter liked them, and they were good cold from the fridge the next day. Tony probably wasn't making any bagged lunches for the next few days.

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"Yep, yep yep got it," Peter mutters as he punches the order into the delivery app and gets down a mug for Tony.

He doesn't bother to defend May's honor because, well. She couldn't cook. And neither can Peter. But he can make a decent cup of tea and order food off the internet like a damn pro.

"So what are the actual injuries? You can only avoid telling me for so long."

[ahollowman]

"Mm," Tony agreed, because Peter was right. His ability to harp on the same subject all night overpowered Tony's patience too many times over. Tony was, admittedly, not a man overflowing with patience.

"Black eye, cut the inside of my cheek on my teeth. Jaw kind of ... clicks once in a while. Took a few kicks to the ribs, have a hairline crack and a lot of bruising. Dislocated a shoulder, but Strange put it right already. Who, by the way, you accosted the other day?"

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Peter is about to get another flipped out rant going about how Tony should be in a hospital when he catches the last part.

Fuck.

"What, uh, what did he say?" he squeaks as he brings over the tea. "I mean, I didn't accost him. I don't accost people."

[ahollowman]

"Accosted. He very clearly said accosted. And I might argue except I can think of at least three other times when you have, in fact, accosted someone. Baby monitor protocol?"

Tony's black brows nearly made their way to his hairline as he looked at Peter. It was a very particular look, one which usually signaled Tony launching into a complaint. But he took the warm ceramic mug full of tea and held it against his chest, and no complaint ever came.

"We had a talk. We're dating now."

[close_to_the_ground]

Peter tenses, ready for the yelling or the grounding or the very, very worst option, Tony feeling betrayed but instead...

"Oh shit," he breathes. "Oh, oh my God. That's awesome. I like him. You're dating someone nice. Holy shit. Wait, but, am I in trouble?"

[ahollowman]

He hadn't exactly needed Peter's permission or approval to seek out a relationship, but somehow it was relieving that he had it. Tony was in it for the long haul with Pete, and he knew it, didn't even think twice about having him for as long as it took Peter to fly the coop and be on his own. But it was obvious to Tony that their lives were easier when they weren't arguing.

"Well. I still need you to go meet the delivery girl and also break apart my chopsticks. So, no. You're not in trouble."

After a moment of consideration, where Tony drew circles on his white blanket, he added, "Thank you. I mean, you went out of your way to vouch for me. Maybe it helped."

[close_to_the_ground]

Peter bites his lip and nods, a little shell shocked that he's not in trouble. Or that Tony isn't hurt or something. It's kind of amazing, actually.

"You deserve to have nice people around. You deserve to have someone other than me know how good you can be," he says quietly, fishing two twenties out of his own pocket. The only good thing about Tony being laid up is Peter can use his own allowance to pay for dinner. "I'll be right back, okay?" he mutters, a little embarrassed.

[ahollowman]

How good you can be.

Tony lifts his head and watches Peter go with an odd expression, still clutching his mug.

"Mm-hm."

It was, possibly, one of the kindest things Tony had ever had said to him. But Peter was one of the kindest people he'e ever had the fortune of meeting.

"Don't be too long."

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Peter nods, feeling oddly exposed even though that wasn't even the most embarrassing thing he's ever said to Tony. But everything feels wrong, seeing Tony hurt like that. So terrifyingly wrong.

He pays the delivery guy with a tight smile and a generous tip and is back up to the penthouse in under five minutes.

"So movie is your choice, tonight. When you get beat up and get a new boyfriend out of it, you get to choose the movie," Peter announces, carefully dishing the food and arranging it on a tray for Tony to eat off of on the couch. "Eat up."

[ahollowman]

"You gonna change your mind if I pick What's Eating Gilbert Grape?" Tony asked, half-teasing.

He watched Peter quietly as he took care of setting up their dinner, and put aside the warm mug only when he needed his one hand to start eating.

The soup was a good idea.

"What if we tried to put a team back together?"

[close_to_the_ground]

Peter just stares for a moment, thrown by the change in topic and it takes a few moments to figure out what Tony's even talking about.

"Wait, seriously? Like the Avengers? But, uh...huh. So like next time, I don't just call you but I call a team? I don't, I don't know how to put something like that together."

[ahollowman]

Tony did turn the television to Gilbert Grape, before hiding the remote in the depths of his sling for safekeeping. At least it had a use.

He plucked some of the chashu pork from on top of his ramen. When he spoke again, his voice was strangely distant.

"You don't need to know how to put something like that together. Because I'm the world's second leading expert."

Although there were times when he wished it weren't true. That Fury had stuck around to look after what he'd created, and not put the burden on Tony's shoulders. To keep them outfitted, and organized, and fed, and safe, and as far away from reprisal as possible.

He'd failed.

[close_to_the_ground]

"I mean, I don't know much about superhero teams but I like the idea of backup. Especially for you," Peter decides, realizing that maybe Thor would be on it.

That would be so goddamn cool.

"Like, we could have a system, right? Like a superhero phone tree where we can easily call for help and someone is always available. And uh, oh man open comms when we fight together."

[ahollowman]

"That's exactly what you need. An open comm with everyone on the field."

Tony snorted and went after some of his noodles. They ordered from a good place. They were always fresh, and the perfect texture. Tony had some texture issues.

Tony had some issues.

"You're right, though. Backup would be good, especially for me."

[close_to_the_ground]

"You can't spend all your nights rescuing me from ridiculous stuff," Peter laughs, taking up his chopsticks to snag some Kakuni.

"I'm glad you're okay," he says, a little quiet. "I know you're in pain but I mean like not seriously hurt. You know that if something happened to you, I wouldn't be okay. I really need you."