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Whumptober - 2. Explosion

1, took this second one a bit literal XP

Tony’s nearly knocked to the ground of his room, FRIDAY sending up an alert in the lab and he bolts out of his room, leaving the door open as he sprints down the hall

Down the flights of stairs and pushing open the lab door, it falls off its hinges and he quickly sees why.

The entire room has been blown open to the elements, rubble and unfinished projects scattered everywhere, the grass around the outside charred like the rest of it.

“Peter?” he says numbly, stepping outside and then running out over the grass when he sees Peter laying out nearly twenty yards away.

He reaches him, dropping to his knees and tentatively reaching out, but not touching him.

“Peter? Hey, kid, hey-” Tony touches his face, cupping his cheeks, “Peter!”

Peter’s eyes snap open and he starts coughing, “Mr. Stark?” he asks, voice small, and then his eyes roll back and he passes out.

Tony tries to wake him a few more times, but Peter’s completely unresponsive.

“FRI, get the med team, I’m bringing him in.”

“On it, boss.”

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Tony sits up quickly and looks around the bedroom, sighing and falling back down.

He pulls the cover over his head and groans, turning onto his side. Honestly, at this point he’ll give anything to not have to face the day.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he tries to will sleep back in. The dream had been so real - Peter’s voice, his hands, his body… Tony could still taste him, still feel Peter around him.

He cracks open an eye when his ears pick up the steady sound of water running, the spray of the shower from the bathroom, the soft humming.

And then he throws off the covers and runs to the bathroom, stopping at the open door and peering in to see Peter standing there under the water, washing shampoo from his hair.

/Fuck/.

He smiles slowly, watching Peter for nearly a solid minute, and then he strips down and joins him.

“Oh, hey,” Peter turns and kisses him.

“Mm,” Tony mutters, still not awake enough for words, hooking his chin over Peter’s shoulder and running his fingers down those rock hard abs.

“T-Tony, oh!” Peter’s mouth drops open as Tony carefully draws his hand over his dick, rubbing the head with his palm.

He turns and nips at Peter’s ear, tracing the shell of it with his teeth.

“You miss me like I missed you?”

“Mmm,” Tony hums and pins him against the shower wall, fisting him quickly until he cums over the black tiles.

Peter turns in his arms and runs soapy fingers down his chest, around and down his back, sliding between his cheeks, “I missed you too, I missed you so much, daddy.”

“Peter-”

Peter kisses him, pressing an index finger in and Tony arches into it, “Tell me how much you missed me.”

“So much, Peter-”

“You want me?”

“I always want you.”

Peter smiles up at him and slides their bodies together, flipping their positions, “Always?”

“Mhm.”

Tony catches his breath when Peter presses in a second finger, his own palms flat on the wall as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and moans loudly.

“You’re so tense, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so tense, baby - all of these knots in your shoulders, I don’t like it,” Peter says and kisses along his upper back, then tilts his head up to speak low in his ear, “We should make up for lost time.”

“We should,” Tony agrees eagerly, mouth dropping open and rising up on his heels as Peter kneels behind him and replaces his fingers with his tongue, “Kid, fuck-”

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Whumptober - 1. Shaky Hands

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Peter reaches out and pulls the soldering iron from Tony’s hand, “I can do it.”

“Peter,” Tony sighs, reaching to take it back.

“I can do it,” Peter insists and butts in against the workbench, smiling at the older man, “Really, don’t worry about it.”

Tony backs off and leans on the side of the bench to watch him, curling his right hand into a fist. Fortunately, Peter’s been patient with him over the past few months, but it’s been seventy-five days since the snap, he should be able to use his arm by now.

Peter glances at him and their gazes catch.

“Relax,” the kid tells him, “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“It /is/ that big of a deal,” Tony says, turning away from him and slamming his fist down on the metal surface, feeling it bend under his hand, “I’m a mechanic, this is my life. If I can’t do this-”

“There are plenty of other things you can do, if this is the end of the line here,” Peter says from behind him and Tony tenses when the hand touches his waist, guiding him back around, “You almost died, you’re lucky to be alive. Come on, your physical recovery has been practically unheard of-”

“It’s not enough.”

Peter sighs and takes Tony’s hand in his, “You’ve just gotta be patient.”

“Yeah?” Tony tests, brows narrowing, “And what if they’re always like this?”

“Then you’ll find a way to fix it,” Peter says confidently, smiling, “You always do. You’ll fix it, Mr. Stark. And if you can’t? You’ll find a way around it.”

Tony has a hard time believing it, but the kid’s optimism is a bit contagious.

“Why do you gotta be so damn positive all the time, kid?” he growls in annoyance, “Anyone ever tell you how /dangerous/ hope is?”

Peter shrugs, “No,” he motions back, “Now can you let me do this? You’re slowing down a process here,” he complains, mimicking Tony’s chiding dad-tone perfectly.

“Fine, fine, solder away,” he flits his hands out, “Don’t let me stop you.”

“I don’t plan to.”

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