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And Life Goes On

A/N: This was written originally as an epilogue to See You Again but it was too long so I turned it into a mini-sequel/connected one-shot, whatever you want to call it. It takes place the day after the story ends. You should read See You Again first or else this wouldn’t make much sense. As always my asks and messages are open. If you want to be added to my Marvel taglist or any of my other ones, just let me know, it’s no trouble at all! Thanks again to @itsallavengers and @wisemanwhodoesntknow for the inspiration! (Sorry it took so long to get this part up guys!)

Summary: Tony makes amends and Peter puts his foot down.

Content: A little sadness, a tiny bit of angst but mostly fluff. Some mildly bad language? Let me know if I need to add anything. *This story contains a few references to Far From Home but they are not in themselves spoilery. If you have not seen it, read at your own discretion.*

Word Count: About 5.8k

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Tony yawned and stretched before getting out of bed. The sun hadn’t even started to rise yet but he had a busy day ahead of him and he needed to be up bright and early if he wanted to get anything done, or at least for the first part. He quietly got dressed before slipping out of the room, sneaking down the hall without a sound.

“Boss, is something wrong?” FRIDAY’s sudden voice made Tony start.

“Shh!” Tony winced. He’d manually set an alarm himself instead of having FRIDAY wake him up for a reason. He should’ve known that wouldn’t work. “Everything’s fine, Fri. Keep an eye on Pepper, let me know the second she wakes up, ok?”

“Okay...” the AI’s response was drawn out in suspicion but she didn’t say anything. Her boss was acting strange but if he said nothing was wrong...

Tony quickly snuck down to the kitchen and got to work gathering ingredients. “Flour, milk, eggs...” Tony muttered quietly to himself. “Chocolate chips... chocolate chips? Yeah, chocolate chips... bacon, fruit, granola...”

45 minutes later FRIDAY chimed overhead. “Boss? Pepper just finished getting dressed. She’ll be down here any minute.”

“Perfect!” Tony grinned, balancing two plates. He turned at a shuffling sound in the doorway.

“Tony? What--” Pepper blinked tiredly. She stopped mid-sentence and mid-step. “What’s all this?” she asked, her eyes slightly wide.

“Well, I felt bad about yesterday,” Tony began as he sat the two plates down on a marble top island. “And I wanted to apologize.” He straightened with a sigh and wiped his hands on a towel. He slowly walked around the island to Pepper.

“I haven’t been the husband you deserve in quite some time and I’m sorry. You’ve stayed by me this whole time when everyone else in your place would’ve left, hell, even times I would’ve left,” he shrugged. Pepper looked at him with a small frown, her brow furrowing a little. He looked at her guiltily as he continued. “I don’t deserve you. I never have, and I don’t even hope that I ever will, because I know that it’s just not going to happen. I-” Tony sighed. “I have a lot to make up for, I know, and believe me, this is just the start.” Tony took Pepper’s forearms in his hands. “I love you, Pepper. I love you more than I can ever even hope to show you and I’m so, so sorry for how I’ve been. You deserve so much more.”

Pepper placed a hand on Tony’s cheek and looked at him with concern in her eyes, tears brimming them. His hands fell to her waist where they rested comfortably, just like he remembered. “Tony,” her voice cracked as her eyes filled with tears. “Tony, what’s going on?”

“I promise I’ll tell you everything later,” Tony smiled, lifting a hand to her cheek and sliding an arm around her waist. “But first...” Tony lifted his chin and gently rested his lips on Pepper’s. Pepper closed her eyes, the fear and worry vanishing from her body. She wrapped her arms around Tony’s neck, and Tony tightened his arm around her waist, each pulling the other closer. Tear’s glinted along Pepper’s eyelashes. She didn’t know what was going on, but she had her husband back.

After breakfast and a promise to Pepper to answer all her questions later, Tony excused himself. As he was heading down the hall to the elevator, he called out to FRIDAY.

“Hey Fri, what’s on the schedule today?”

“Your schedule today is clear boss,” the AI replied.”It's Saturday.”

“Excellent! I’ve got some errands to run--” Tony stopped short just as the elevator door opened. “Actually... would you like to come with me, FRIDAY?”

“Boss?” FRIDAY’s tone held more emotions in it than Tony had felt in the past five years... well before last night anyway.

“Well?” Tony pressed, trying to suppress a smile.

“Of course!” The AI replied excitedly.

“Great! I have some stuff I have to do in the office first. I’ll meet you in the lab in 10,” Tony grinned. He stepped into the elevator and headed to the office floor. He stepped out into the reception area and was just a little surprised to see his receptionist there. She turned at the sound of the elevator.

“Oh, Mr. Stark!” She started, clearly caught by surprise. “Sir! I- I didn’t know you were--”

“What are you doing here?” he asked, his brow furrowed a little, not in anger but confusion.

Her face flushed. “Well, I was a little behind yesterday and--”

Tony lifted a hand and cut her off. “It doesn’t matter. You work so hard to keep this chaotic place running, definitely way harder than I have been the past couple of years. I want to apologize for that, I haven’t been a good boss in quite some time and I want to make it up to you. I’m giving you the next two weeks off with pay. If you decide to go anywhere, let me know and I’ll take care of the arrangements, ok?”

Tony entered his office and closed the door, leaving behind his dazed receptionist standing in the hallway. He began leafing through some papers on his desk, putting some aside until he found what he was looking for. He picked up the business card and dialed the number. As the phone rang, he looked over the brochure. An amused huff escaped him as he listened to the energetic recording when the voicemail picked up. He left a message for the young entrepreneur saying he liked her presentation and that he would love to set up a meeting to get to know more about her business ideas. He left out the part about how she had already been approved for funding. He figured he’d tell her that in person.

He sent a quick email to the board of directors about setting up a foundation for the firefighters and victims of the fire. He wanted to make sure that the little girl and her sister had a place to stay, as well as the others. He’d already called the hospitals and told them not to bill anyone connected to the fire; he’d see to those himself.

He left his office and smiled to see his receptionist already gone. She probably figured she should leave quickly before her boss came to his senses. He hurried to the elevator and down to the lab. When the elevator doors slid open, he walked past the work tables and to the wall where his suits were held.

Tony walked over to a small panel on the wall separate from the other and lifted his hand to it. Once it scanned his hand it beeped, and then he leaned forward for the retinal scan. The panel emitted a little chorus of musical beeps as the wall beside it split open to reveal a suit. Tony let out a low whistle as the lights around the new suit came on. It was sleek and low profile in his classic red and gold color scheme with black accents.

“Boss?” FRIDAY spoke up questioningly.

Tony grinned. “Perfect timing, Fri. It would seem Harley never got around to testing the new suit and I for one think that’s unacceptable.”

“Well boss, Mr. Keener was--”

“But you know what they say, if you want something done right, you gotta do it yourself,” Tony continued as he powered up the suit. “What do ya say, Fri? Think you’re up for it?”

“Yes, boss!” Tony’s grin widened at the excitement in the AI’s voice. He stepped into the suit and flexed his fingers as he adjusted to the fit and examined the controls. He heard a very faint hum as the computer systems came online.

“You ready to go, Fri?” Tony inquired as he headed for the balcony and the launch platform.

“All ready, boss!” The AI chirped.

Tony chuckled at the AI’s voice. She sounded borderline giddy and he just couldn’t help it. “Then let’s go!”

As Tony went above the city he noticed how smoothly the suit flew and how quiet it was. The controls responded like a dream and it was so comfortable and light he could almost forget he was even wearing it.

“Harley really outdid himself,” Tony commented to FRIDAY. “How’s everything running on your end?”

“I couldn’t agree more, boss,” FRIDAY agreed, sounding impressed. “The systems are all running great. I have to say, it’s one of the best suits I’ve seen... not better than yours though, boss, of course.” She added quickly.

“Oh, of course,” Tony smirked, suppressing a snort. “Call Harley up, would ya Fri?” A soft dial tone filled the suit as the phone rang before a young man answered.

“What the hell, Stark?” Harley started in way of greeting, immediately launching into his tirade. Tony rolled his eyes affectionately with a light smile. The background behind Harley moved quickly back and forth and Tony could only guess he was jogging somewhere.

“You haven’t answered my texts in nearly two weeks, I reach out to you by actually calling you for once and you don’t answer, and then, then you call the next day in the middle of a--” Harley’s words were cut off as he dropped to the floor behind a desk. He ducked his head down and closed his eyes tight. When he opened them, he opened his mouth to continue delivering his riot act when he saw Tony’s bemused smirk that instantly stunned him into silence. He blinked his eyes rapidly and shook his head, thinking he was imagining things. Tony looked like himself again, just like he had five years ago. As the shock wore off, he realized Tony wasn’t calling from his office.

“Where are you?” Harley scowled, his brow furrowing as he recovered.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Tony grinned.

Harley scoffed and rolled his eyes at the smug look on Tony’s face before he gave a sharp cry and jumped to the side, dropping his phone. He quickly grabbed it and when he did, Tony could see he was now flat-out running.

“Harley, what’s going on?” Tony’s grin disappeared and his voice grew serious. If the kid was in trouble, he wanted to know. He’d give him a riot act of his own later for not calling him sooner if he was.

“Uh, nothing,” Harley quickly, instinctively replied. He immediately closed his eyes and mentally kicked himself for his reaction. He really is back to his old self, Harley thought. Tony was the only one who ever managed to get Harley to panic like that when he was in over his head. “I just, uh, had some kids over from the shelter and the group home for a tour of the compound lab.” His eyes widened as he dodged something. Tony saw an orange and yellow blur fly by the phone’s camera.

“And how’s that going for you?” Tony smirked as he raised an eyebrow.

“Shut up,” Harley growled much to Tony’s delight.

“We can talk about it tomorrow at lunch. I’ll see you at 1 at Haab’s.”

Harley opened his mouth to protest before his eyes widened in panic. “No, no, no! I said stay away from the muriatic--” he was cut off by a shattering crash. Harley swore. “I gotta go.”

Tony chuckled after Harley hung up. Oh, he couldn’t wait to hear about this tomorrow. He’d send Harley a text later to remind him. “Hey Fri, is the Fire Safety Foundation headquarters still over on 58th?” he asked.

“Yes boss, 27th floor,” the AI replied.

Tony turned and headed for the building. As he got closer he saw the person he was looking for sitting at a table on the patio of what looked like a little outdoor break area for the employees of the building. As he flew lower, people below pointed up at him. He heard several surprised gasps and excited chatter following him as he went by. He landed on the patio a few feet from the woman’s table, much to her surprise, and disengaged the mask.

“M-Mr. Stark!” The woman greeted as she wiped her hands on a napkin. She recovered rather quickly in spite of the shock still on her face. The woman she was sitting with remained quiet but her expression spoke volumes.

“Ms. Kanick,” Tony grinned as he shook her hand. “It’s good to see you again. Sorry to interrupt your lunch ladies, I promise I won’t be long...” Tony nodded to the woman sitting across from Ms. Kanick.”

“Oh, it’s fine, really, we’re, uh, just surprised to see you,” she replied, still a little stunned. “And please, call me Marissa.” She turned to the woman sitting across from her. “This is Angela Meyers, the assistant director.”

“It’s an honor to meet you,” Tony smiled as he shook the woman’s hand.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” Angela shook Tony’s hand uncertainly, shifting her eyes to Marissa in confusion.

“Speaking of honor, that’s what I’m here to talk about,” he turned back to Marissa. “Since you took the time out of your very busy schedule to come and invite me in person, I thought it would only be fair to let you know in person that it would be my pleasure to be the guest of honor at the charity banquet.”

“What- why that’s- that’s great, Mr. Stark, thank you!” Marissa stammered. Tony didn’t think it was possible but she looked even more surprised than when he landed by her lunch table.

“No, thank you,” Tony looked at her meaningfully. “Your work has helped so many people, saved so many lives, more than you will ever know.” The woman smiled and lowered her eyes awkwardly, her cheeks flushing a little.

Tony cleared his throat. “Sorry again about interrupting. It was wonderful to meet you, Ms. Meyers,” Tony smiled. “If you’ll excuse me, I have a few more stops to make.”

Tony activated his thrusters and headed for the neighborhood he had visited the night before. As he flew over the familiar streets and alleys below, he spotted a little floral stand on one of the street corners. He landed several feet away from the stand, making sure not to mess up the flowers with the wind kicked up by the thrusters as he landed. He walked over to the stand and greeted the florist.

“Hi, I’m looking for two of your best bouquets. Nothing too fancy or extravagant though, just something nice and simple.” Tony told the confused man before he started looking around at the flowers.

“Uh, right...” the man slowly turned without taking his eyes off of Tony. “Well, I have some fresh roses in, the old fashioned ones. Or if you prefer something without a scent--”

“Oh, these are nice,” Tony tilted his head and picked up some carnations.

The florist glanced over with a raised eyebrow. “Sure, if they’re for your mom.”

Tony looked at the man in confusion. “Huh?”

The florist smirked as he took the bouquet from Tony. “Women like carnations but they don’t like to get carnations.”

“Ah,” Tony replied. “Uh, you said something about roses?”

After Tony paid for the roses he left, deciding to walk the rest of the way to his destination because it wasn’t far. He walked up to the familiar building and knocked on the front door.

“Just a minute!” Came a warm voice. There was a light clattering noise and the sound of footsteps softly approaching and a brief pause before the door slowly opened.

“Oh, Mr. Stark,” the woman gave a tight smile, her demeanor changing immediately.

“Hi May,” Tony smiled back weakly. He felt a guilty pang in his chest at the change and the impersonal way she addressed him. It had been a while since he had seen Peter’s aunt. One of the many people he had forgotten about in his depression. May’s expression was unreadable but that in itself was enough. She was usually such a warm person, always smiling.

Tony lowered his eyes guiltily. “I am so sorry about yesterday. I- I-” his voice cracked and he swallowed. May’s face softened, tears brimming her own eyes. Before Tony could recover, she had her arms around him and had pulled him into a gentle hug.

“I know, Tony,” May hugged him tighter. “Losing him was hard on you too.”

Tony closed his eyes tight against the tears forming and returned the hug. When they pulled apart he looked at May. “I know, but that’s no excuse. He was your nephew, practically your son...”

May smiled at Tony sadly. “He was your son too,” she spoke softly.

At that, the tears Tony had been fighting slipped down his cheeks and a small sob escaped him. May pulled Tony into another hug and they stood there on her front porch consoling each other. After a few minutes, May ushered Tony inside. He gave her one of the bouquets of rose. When she saw them, she accepted them, smiling through her tears. After putting them in a vase, they sat down and talked for a bit.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you yesterday... or lately. I... I haven’t really been there for anyone since...” Tony’s voice trailed off. May put a comforting hand on his. He cleared his throat. “I thought- I thought maybe we could...” Tony looked down at the other bouquet of roses in his lap.

“I would love that,” May smiled softly, her eyes moist. Within a few minutes, Happy had arrived at the house. When Tony and May walked down the steps, he greeted them with a smile.

“Mrs. Parker, it’s lovely to see you again,” he opened the door for the two.

“Hello, Happy,” May smiled.

The three chatted about things as they drove. The neighborhood had changed so much since Tony had last seen it, even though it all looked the same from above. May pointed out the center she volunteered at on the weekends, saying they had expanded and just opened a new location in Brooklyn. Tony smiled. I’ll have to be sure to tell Steve and Peggy, I’m sure they’d love it. The pair may have retired long ago, but they still loved to stay active in the community, always volunteering their time.

When the car pulled up to the gate, Happy got out and opened the door for them. “I’ll wait here for you guys. Take as long as you want.”

“Nonsense,” May shook her head. “You should come. I mean, you’re welcome to, if you want... he loved you too, you know.”

Happy smiled. “I would, thank you,” he spoke softly.

Tony smiled warmly at Happy before turning to offer May his arm. The three of them walked arm in arm with May in the middle. It had been close to five years, but Tony knew the way. They wove their way among the graves and statues until they came to a stop at one underneath a large, beautiful oak tree, right beside Benjamin Parker’s. It was simple and understated, just the way he would’ve wanted it. The headstone read ‘Peter Benjamin Parker August 10, 2001- May 8, 2024. Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.’

Tony knelt down and laid the roses on Peter’s grave. “Hey kid, it’s me. You won’t believe who I saw last night,” he chuckled weakly, his vision blurry. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I really let you down these past few years but... I promise, I’m going to do better from now on.” He wiped a tear from his eye. “Thanks, Peter. For everything. I miss you, kid.”

May’s eyes watered again at Tony’s words. When he straightened she gave him a sad smile. He gently put his arm around her shoulders. They stood there and looked over Peter’s grave. At the Avengers’ request on May’s behalf, fans of Spider-Man mostly left his grave alone, however, a small red and blue Spider-Man plushie had been left propped against the headstone. Tony’s brow furrowed as he noticed the blackened, dirty fabric. It almost looked charred in spots and it reminded him of his next stop.

He turned to May and took her hands in his. “I’m really sorry to leave you May, but I have a few more places and people I have to visit. I’ll come by later this week and we can catch up, ok?”

May nodded understandingly. “Thank you, Tony. I’ll see you then.”

Tony turned to Happy. “Take her wherever she wants to go, Happy. I’ll meet you later.”

Tony took off from the cemetery and headed for the hospital. On his way he had FRIDAY set a few reminders. “Hey, Fri? Remind me when I get back to the tower that I need to email Ms. Kanick to set up a meeting to discuss a yearly donation. Oh, and I need to text Harley about lunch tomorrow at 1. And don’t let me forget to call the Rogers! I haven’t seen them in forever and that worries me. They may be old but I swear, they need as much supervision as Harley does.”

“Right, boss,” FRIDAY chuckled.

“Here we are,” Tony spoke a little hesitantly as he landed outside the hospital. He stood outside staring at the building for a moment. He hadn’t been to the hospital since that night. He never really liked hospitals, even before that. Now he tended to avoid them like the plague.

“Boss?” FRIDAY spoke up, breaking him from his reverie.

“Hey, Fri, when is the board going to decide on the foundation?” he asked as he walked through the sliding doors.

“Next week. They asked if you’d like to be there.” The AI replied.

“Tell them I wouldn’t miss it,” Tony answered. He disengaged his mask as he approached the reception desk.

“Hello. I’m here to see Carson?” Tony winced. He didn’t think it was going to work but he had to try.

The person sitting behind the desk didn’t look up. They had dark skin, close-cropped hair and thick, black glasses frames with a navy blue top and a wide, red tie. “You’re gonna have to do better than that, hon,” they replied flatly, the clicking of their typing never even pausing.

Tony sighed. “Yeah, I know. He’s a firefighter, he would’ve come in late last night, early this morning with his partner, Reyes...”

“We had a lot of firefighters come in last night,” they interrupted, unimpressed. “There was a huge blaze over on Madison, the whole building came down.”

“I know, I was there,” Tony replied, trying not to get frustrated.

The person looked up at him before raising an eyebrow, the clacking on the keyboard finally stopping. “You’re Tony Stark.”

“Yes,” Tony sighed exasperatedly. “I just want to see him, see how he’s doing.”

The person’s face softened so slightly it was barely noticeable. “Your boy saved my kid brother in that fire five years ago.”

Tony nodded. “Yeah, he probably did.” Tony didn’t mean to sound rude but he was tired.

The person’s face softened a little more. “You saved that little girl last night too?” they asked.

Tony’s eyes widened. “She’s here too?”

They nodded, looking back to the computer in front of them and resuming their typing. “Her and her sister just left about an hour ago. She had the cutest little Spider-Man dress on. She was talking non-stop to all the nurses about how Iron Man saved her.” Tony thought he saw a faint smile on the person’s face.

Tony smiled slightly to himself. He had hoped to see the little girl and her sister too, but if him missing her meant she was out of the hospital, he didn’t mind.

Without looking up the person spoke. “Their chief came by not too long ago. If you take the south elevator up to the fourth floor, you still might catch him. Hard to miss.”

“Oh, right, right,” Tony replied quickly, snapping out of his thoughts. “Thanks.” He turned and made his way for the south elevators. “South elevator, fourth floor...” he muttered to himself as he pressed the button for the floor. “And then... wait. Which way?”

The doors slid open and Tony looked to the right and left. He couldn’t see any sign of the fire chief but he heard a familiar voice followed by some laughter. He followed the sound to the right down the hall. The door was open and through it, he could see the firefighters he had met the night before. The men laughed at something and Reyes scoffed, shaking her head. Tony smirked and knocked on the door.

“Hey, sorry for interrupting,” he spoke up as they turned, surprised. “I just wanted to stop by and say hi.”

“Of course, come in!” Reyes stood up and waved him in. Carson looked a little confused.

“Thank you,” Tony replied as he pulled up a chair next to Reyes’ chair. “So how are you feeling?” he addressed Carson as he settled in.

“Fine, all things considered,” he shrugged weakly. “I inhaled a lot of smoke. The docs said it will take time for my lungs to clear. They’re keeping an eye out for signs of anything worse because it was an old building.”

“They also said he’s not supposed to talk a lot,” Reyes glanced at Carson, crossing her arms. “And he’s supposed to keep that on as much as possible,” she added, indicating the oxygen mask.

“C’mon, Reyes,” Carson turned and smiled tiredly at her. “You know how well I listen.”

“Yeah, about as well as Rook,” she scoffed, putting the mask over his face. He began protesting but she glared at him and silenced him, swatting his hand away from the mask. he leaned back against the pillows reluctantly. He crossed his arms and sulked before wincing. His right arm was in a sling and his left shoulder was bandaged.

“Speaking of Rook,” Tony turned to the bed next to Carson’s. He was filled with relief at the name and his shoulders eased but he didn’t let it show. He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at the young man in the bed. “Things got a little too toasty for you, huh?”

“Maybe a little...” the young firefighter mumbled, lowering his eyes sheepishly. “Thanks for saving me.”

Tony waved it off. “That was brave of you, finding that little girl and giving her your mask. Real stupid though. Brave but stupid. Why didn’t you stay out like your chief said?” he asked.

The young firefighter shrugged. “I heard a woman calling for a little girl. She stopped an officer and asked if everyone had gotten out from the fifth floor and...” his voice trailed off. He looked up at Tony with a wince. “I just couldn’t leave her there. I couldn’t stand there and do nothing, not when I knew. Not when I could help.”

Tony’s heart skipped at the young man’s words, but he hid it with a firm look. Oh my God, he sounds just like Peter, Tony thought. Terrifying. “Well, you’re definitely doing better than the last time I saw you,” he looked Rook up and down, remembering the young man lying in the ambulance, the paramedics fighting to save his life.

He shook his head inwardly. “But next time, promise me you’ll keep the mask on, huh? It works better that way when you do.” Tony arched his eyebrows and Rook smiled sheepishly again, like a chastised kid. “Speaking of, you should probably have an oxygen mask on right now, yeah?”

“He has tubes for his nose,” Reyes glared at the kid. “You keep taking ‘em out, they’re gonna put a full mask on you like Carson.” Reyes quickly glanced over at Carson, jerking his thumb in his direction, then looked back to Rook before doing a double-take. Carson gave her a sheepish grin which could be seen clear as day without his mask on.

“I swear to God, Carson, I will duct tape that thing to your face, you pain in the ass!” Reyes practically climbed on top of Carson reaching for the mask but he pulled it out of her reach.

“Aw, see Rook? She does care,” Carson grinned over at the young man who just shook his head as he dutifully put his oxygen tubes back in.

Reyes glared at Carson and gripped his left shoulder firmly. “Ow ow ow! Ok, I give!” He protested painfully as he handed her the mask back.

With intent focus, Reyes put it back over Carson’s mouth and nose. “Now keep it on!”

“Yes ma’am,” Carson mumbled reluctantly, a hint of a mischievous smile playing at the corners of his lips. Reyes narrowed her eyes at him before shaking her head. Tony lowered his gaze to the floor to hide a smile. His eyes came to a rest on Carson’s left hand as he subtly entwined it with Reyes’ right hand. Tony glanced up at them, unnoticed as they continued to bicker. He smiled knowingly but didn’t say anything. He made a mental note to call their chief later and ask him a few questions.

“I’m glad to see you’re all doing good. I’ll check in again with you guys later,” as Tony turned to leave, his gaze softened as it fell on Rook. The young firefighter had fallen fast asleep. Tony huffed softly. Peter could sleep through anything too. He quietly walked up to the young man and made sure the oxygen tube wasn’t pinched closed. The other firefighters noticed and paused their arguing, watching him closely. He looked over his shoulder at them as he stopped in the doorway. “Look after the kid, huh?” he jerked his head toward Rook, speaking to Carson. Cason nodded solemnly. Tony turned and looked at Reyes with a smirk. “And look after both of them.”

Carson opened his mouth in protest and Reyes snorted. “Someone has to.” Tony chuckled with a nod. As he left the hospital, he flew back toward the tower.

“Hey Fri? You up for one more task?” he asked.

“Always, boss,” the AI’s Irish voice sounded eager.

“I want you to find the best firefighting gear there is out there, everything from the trucks and equipment to their socks and underwear,” Tony ordered. “Find me the best there is and send me whatever you can get on it. Schematics, blueprints, patents, whatever. If you can get me samples, that’d be great. Have it all sent to the lab.”

“Everything boss?” The AI asked incredulously.

“Everything,” Tony replied firmly. “Don’t bother telling the board, this isn’t coming from the foundation.”

“Well boss, you already have some of it. The fire extinguishers we keep in the lab are top of the line,” the AI informed him as he landed.

Tony frowned and picked one up as he walked by it. “That’s not gonna fly.” He walked over to his table and sat the extinguisher down on it. His eyes widened a little as an idea came to him. With a tap on his chest, the suit opened and he stepped out. The suit automatically returned to its charging station but Tony didn’t even notice. He was too busy examining the extinguisher under a magnifying glass.

“Fri? Find me whatever reports you can on this model. I want to know everything you can get on it,” he spoke before frowning. “Five-year shelf life? Please, I can double that at least.”

“Boss?” The AI spoke up softly after a few minutes of silence.

“Yeah, Fri?” Tony replied instinctively without even looking up, already lost in his work.

“Wecome back.”

- -

Peter stepped through the portal and was immediately greeted by Quentin and Fury.

“Welcome back,” Fury leaned forward as Peter emerged, just like he always did when he returned from another dimension. “Anything new to report?”

“How safe are these monitors?” Peter quickly crossed the room to Quentin, ignoring Fury’s question.

Quentin raised an eyebrow indignantly. “They’re fully cloaked with built-in defense mechanisms. If they are ever discovered--”

“No, how safe are they to be around?” Peter scowled angrily.

Quentin crossed his arms and frowned. “Why?”

“Because the apartment building the one on Madison was located at burnt down in a suspicious fire!” Peter exploded. Fury’s eyes narrowed at his words.

Quentin’s frown deepened. “The devices are completely self-contained and self-powered. If you think--” Quentin stopped and his eyes widened. “Please tell me you didn’t interfere.” He shut his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Like hell I did!” Peter shouted, throwing his arms up. “What was I supposed to do, just stand there and let everyone?!”

“I’m sure the locals could’ve handled it just fine,” Fury spoke up coolly, getting to his feet. “The fire department or the heroes.”

“Yeah, about the heroes,” Peter turned on Fury, seething. He crossed the room until he was standing right in front of him. Maria tensed at Fury’s side, her hand twitching. “You didn’t tell me Spider-Man was dead.” Maria turned and looked at Fury, her eyebrows arching slightly.

Fury looked down at Peter, unflinching. “We suspected but we weren’t sure. Either way, it had no bearing on your mission.”

“Not anymore,” Peter’s chest heaved angrily. He took off the suit and dropped it to the floor, leaving only his tank top and shorts. “I’m done with both of you.” Peter turned to Quentin, pointing at him. “I don’t trust you,” he turned back to Fury. “And I’m sick of your secrets and lies. Call me when you’re ready to be honest. You know where to find me.” He turned and stormed out of the warehouse, slamming the door behind him.

Maria turned to Fury with a sigh, arching her eyebrows. “Sound familiar?”

Fury leaned forward and rested his chin on his hands thoughtfully. “Too familiar.” He turned to Quentin with a sigh. “Well, I’m sorry Mr. Beck, but it looks like you’re on your own now.”

Quentin’s eyes narrowed. “You can’t be serious.”

Fury arched his eyebrows and motioned to the door Peter had stormed out of. “Did he look like he was joking to you?”

“Surely there must be somebody else Stark trusted?” Quentin protested.

Fury leaned back in his chair with a shrug. “Like I told the kid, they’re all busy.”

“The Fury in my universe would never have stood for this,” Quentin scowled.

“Probably not,” Fury agreed. “But then again, he probably trusted you. Maybe that was his mistake.” He narrowed his eye at Quentin.

Quentin’s face darkened. “You’ll regret this,” he vowed, taking a step toward Fury. Immediately Maria had her gun drawn and leveled at the man’s chest. He narrowed his eyes and growled. “When they come, you’ll regret this.” He turned on his heel and left.

As soon as he was gone, Fury sighed. “See? This is why I have trust issues.” He turned and looked up at Maria. “Follow Peter but don’t let him see you. Make sure he makes it back to his room safely.”

Fury turned to the scientists that had been operating the portals under Quentin’s direction. “You got it?”

One of the scientists nodded, holding up Peter’s discarded suit. “It’s all here. We’ve got footage of New York from every universe he visited.”

“And the portals?” Fury asked.

Another scientist sitting at a computer turned. “With Stark’s tech and Quentin’s notes, we should be able to recreate them.”

Fury nodded. “Good. Stark was right. Even dead, he’s still the hero.”

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superhusbands4ever · 7 years

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@itsallavengers thank you so much!

#reply #replies #itsallavengers

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irondadficrecs · 5 years

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do you have any peter coming out fics? or maybe him having a boyfriend and not telling tony? thanks!

i got… carried away with this one. but you know what? it’s pride month babes!! also, for this i stuck to sexualtiy bc a couple people asked about trans peter so i didn’t want there to be too much overlap. don’t forget to comment and leave kudos. ily, thanks for asking x

i’m on the right track, baby by superhusbands4ever (Potterwatch97)

Peter’s hands were already shaking when he walked into Tony’s workshop.

He was going to do it. He was going to tell Tony today.

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A coming out story based loosely on the show Andi Mack on Disney Channel.

Tell Me What the Papers Say by Sally0

Peter is escorted back to Stark Tower by the police after being caught doing something very naughty in the backseat of a car. Tony is pissed, but not for the reason Peter thinks.

no cops at pride, just spiderman by tempestaurora

Tony looked over at Peter. “I’m getting the hint you want me to go to Pride,” he said, his eyes lit up with fond amusement.

“It’s not that I want you to go to Pride,” Peter replied, as casually as he could. “It’s just that I think you’d have fun at Pride, especially if you went with me.”

“And why would wandering around in the disgusting New York summer heat, in the middle of a crowd of sweaty people, buying food with a two-hundred percent mark up in price be more fun with you?”

Peter smiled. “Because you won’t be with me. You’ll be with Spiderman.“

Peter and Tony attend the Pride parade as Spiderman and Iron Man. They have a good day.

Dudes In Distress by Bowtiez

Peter Parker is not in the closet…

Okay, he kinda is still in the closet.

How are you supposed to tell your childhood hero you’re gay?

With a lot of stressing and panicking, that’s how.

my brain takes a vacation just to give my heart more room by MayWilder

“Mr. Stark…when I came back, and you were waiting on Titan—do you remember what you said?”

“I do.” Tony’s hands on his shoulders get just that much tighter. They don’t talk about Titan. “I told you that I loved you, and I was sorry I didn’t say it sooner.”

“And you mean that?” Peter asks. He knows Tony isn’t like other men his age, that he’s accepting and loving and always looking ahead, but there’s a little bit of the fear that comes with telling someone his age about sexuality. “You love me like a son?”

Tony swallows. When he speaks, his voice is thick. “I do, Pete. You’re my kid, plain and simple.”

That thought itself is terrifying, but Peter goes on. “And you would still choose me as your kid, even if…even if I was bi?”

Peter Comes Out To Tony Stark by romeoandjulietyouwish

What it says on the tin. Just soft hurt and comfort with some fluff at the end.

the one where Peter comes out by Iwillseduceyouwithmyweirdness

Peter doesn’t usually let Tony ask him about crushes or dating, but when he turns up to the compound sporting a badly concealed hickey, he figures it’s time to get him to talk, but the outcome isn’t quite what he expected.

Peter Parker likes boys and that’s ok by sunflowerstorm

Telling your closest friends and family about your secret double life as a Superhero is one thing but as Peter Parker discovers coming out as bisexual has a whole different set of anxieties to overcome.

Operation: Bisexual by itsallAvengers

Peter has something important to tell Tony

(If only he knew how to actually fucking say it)

#bi peter #gay peter #ace peter #peter comes out rec list #rec lists

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savedbythenotepad · 5 years

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itsallavengers replied to your post: if you don’t love and appreciate pre-serum!steve...

this is tony when he’s drunk and showing rhodey pics of steve when he was skinny because he’s the sort of boyfriend that cant physically stop himself from showing off and flexing how good his man is

tony just shoving his phone on rhodey’s face and going, “look at him, honey-bear. look at him!” as he waves the phone with determination because rhodey HAS TO LOOK. “look at him, a skinny legend, and so fucking handsome, can’t you believe that?? my man is so gorgeous whether he skinny or thicc, we STAN!”

meanwhile, rhodey is just nodding along and is terribly amused by his best friend’s antics as always. but he’s also v. happy because it’s nice to see tony happy and in love so he doesn’t mind looking at the various pictures of steve tony has on his phone.

#itsallavengers #stevetony #tony just rambling about how amazing and fine steve is to the point it drives him to tears #tony: I CAN'T BELIEVE HE'S MIND RHODEY ;-;#rhodey: *soothingly pats his back and slowly takes away the fifth cocktail tony has in his hand*

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itsallavengers · 4 years

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sending you all the love & support in the world. no matter what you choose, we all love and appreciate you so much!!!! whatever you want to do, just know that you've brought happiness to so many people (and will continue to do so, even if you delete). you're amazing. you're awesome. ily!!!

Ahdbdjfjf You’ve always been so kind to me thank u :’)))

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downeyfied-nourwhal · 7 years

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@itsallavengers Aw, thank you so much!! Thinking about it makes me so giddy! @brynndowney Thaaaaanks! It's no 50 million, but he's a generous man.

#itsallavengers #brynndowney #reply

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main-for-avengersandco replied to your post “hi omg do you know that fic where tony and steve are like super broke...”

I think it’s ‘making ends meet’ by itsallavengers

Making Ends Meet by @itsallavengers on AO3. Thank you @avengersandco 💖

I hope this is what you were looking for, anon. If not, try giving it a read anyways? It sounds great. I know what I’m reading before bed tonight.

#main-for-avengersandco #anonymous #stony #superhusbands #fic rec

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(So I have no clue how into the MCU fanbase you are but I have literally no clue where to turn to with this question and you're the one person I follow who does MCU stuff occasionally. If you don't know the answer could you point me to a blog that might? So... here it is: Not that I'm against it, I actually really like the idea but... WHY is Thor the god of the Lesbians? Wh-where did this start? What did I miss? I like it, but am cunfuzzled at the same time.

Hi there! Thor being the god of lesbians is a GIFT, but friendo I gotta tell ya I'm not exactly sure how it started, I think it was after Thor: Ragnarok which I think is when the "Lets go lesbians" meme came out,(theres one with Cap on youtube if you want to check it out), I tried to find the source but couldn't, mainly I think it's that lesbians have claimed Thor as the Ultimate Lesbian Ally, and named him the god of lesbians, which is precious as fuck,As for blogs who might help answer this mystery @captainmarvall @lovelyirony @itsallavengers (sorry for bothering you, if you want me to remove tag pls tell me!) Sorry for the late reply btw! Hope this is ok!

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itsallavengers replied to your post “It fucks me up that even though I frequently refer to tony as “smol”...”

Oh my god YOU ARE TINY TEENY

HEY

LISTEN

I AM NOT “TINY”

YOU ARE JUST WAY TOO TALL

DO NOT WORRY

THIS WILL BE FIXED SOON

#itsallavengers #5'2 ISN'T THAT SHORT #IM NOT THAT SHORT

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thecitylightshow · 7 years

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Spiderboy

This is a gift for @itsallavengers because they’re wonderful and I love them and their work. You should read everything they’ve written, I’m not even kidding. :D Also, consider this a verse to request things for!! I am never done with cannon-esque trans!Peter. Never ever.

Tony Stark was sat in his living room again.

The last time this had happened, he’d been dragged to Berlin, fought a man the size of the Chrysler building and stolen Captain America’s shield. He was a little more than nervous – especially since Aunt May had found out about that little escapade, along with all the rest. She hadn’t been pleased about the true nature of the Stark Internship, nor about the whole incident with the Decathlon… but she’d been proud. Of how he chose to use what he could do, and of his decisions afterwards. She’d ranted angrily about reckless endangerment, and threatened to storm up state to the Avengers facility and demand of Tony Fucking Stark just what he thought he was doing with her kid- but none of that anger (and it had lasted for days) was on her face right now. In fact, she looked rather emotional… good emotional.

Peter wasn’t sure he’d ever seen her look like that, not even when she’d been so proud of his trust in her that he felt safe in coming out.

“Ah! There’s the guy!” Mr Stark called out, grinning – look none too composed himself – and Peter left his bag by the door, cautiously coming further into the apartment.

“Mr Stark?” Peter asked quietly, sitting when May glared at him to do so. “What’s going on?”

Mr Stark shrugged, the action oddly-nonchalant against May’s grin. “An updated suit -not the new one- with May’s permission,” was all he said, and Peter was immediately curious as to how on earth he could improve upon what was already a masterpiece when Mr Stark continued; “so you don’t need to wear a binder underneath.” Peter froze, instantly feeling kind of sick – the kind of sick that made him want to curl up under the covers where no one could see him, no one could call him Penniless Penny or Penelope in any form, where dresses weren’t still expected of him and make-up stains didn’t still linger on his dresser.

“You- how?” Peter asked weakly, not bolting only because May was smiling softly – he wondered what Tony could possibly have said to abate her considerable protectiveness.

“Karen, as you call her. She still transmits all the readings from your suit back to Friday.” Mr Stark smiled softly. “You could do some serious damage to your body wearing a binder while you’re being Spiderboy-“

“-Spiderman-“ Peter protested weakly, knowing what Mr Stark said was the truth but quite unable to believe it was Mr Stark saying it.

“- and then who will I be financing top surgery for?” He continued, and Peter felt his mouth drop open.

“I- Mr Stark- You don’t have to-“ Peter began to protest, but Mr Stark simply held up a to stop him.

“No, I don’t.” He said, and the words almost seemed cold, perhaps a challenge, but Mr Stark shook his head. “Look, son,” Peter brightened stupidly at the term, though it went seemingly unnoticed, “I have been up for too long, wanting to get this suit here, and reading everything a- uh- guardian, of a trans guy should know. You already said, just once, that you and May make it by. Let me do this. Surgeries, hormones… you shouldn’t have to worry about being able to pay to be who you are. Call it your wage for being a superhero, if you want.” Mr Stark shrugged, watching Peter expectantly with warm, serious brown eyes. For lack of an ability to English around the lump in his throat, he nodded.

“Good! I’ll be in touch.” He clapped his hands together, grinned at him both, and by the time Peter was able to speak, he was gone. May sat back down from seeing him to the door smiling through tearful eyes.

“Oh Peter, isn’t that brilliant?” she asked, and Peter could only swallow, nod again.

No more binders. What a thought that was. Free breathing, flat-chested… he could stand in the mirror and see himself. Peter looked up at May, knowing he was grinning, and happily accepting a tighter hug.

The New York Times had a picture of Mr Stark on the cover, middle finger shoved in the face of some guy, and Facebook blew it up – because the man had given an eleven-minute lecture to a transphobic man in a coffee shop. Mr Stark must’ve been incognito, had handed his card to the girl behind the counter with an offer of a chance to be herself, before kindly excusing himself and punching the guy in the face.

Peter totally didn’t cry.

May totally didn’t frame the article proudly, with a “look how you inspired Tony Stark”.

(Peter totally looked at that headline, STARK SUPPORTS TRANS RIGHTS, every time he got home from a hard day.)

“Yo! Penny!”

Peter winced, Flash’s voice cutting easily through the crowd, but he didn’t turn. Penelope was someone else, a role he’d played for 13 and a half years but never been, not really. He carried on walking, but Flash was still calling after him. It’d be ringing in his ears all day, Penny, Penny, Penny… he should’ve worn the binder – but his ribs were still sore from the whole stopping-Mr-Stark’s-stuff-being-stolen thing, and he was only a B-cup! Baggy jumpers (thank you for the loan Ned) hid it well- but it was like Flash saw, like he always saw and- Peter hadn’t looked up in time, and he crashed straight into the door.

He ignored Ned calling out to ask if he was okay, ignored the laughter of kids he didn’t know and barely recognised, Flash’s laughter sounding loudest of all, and began to walk off into Queens, just wanting to get away. He missed people gaping at the car pulling up, gasps and shouts and phones being pulled out as the driver got out – he noticed, however, Mr Stark calling out “Hey, Mr Parker, just the guy I’m looking for!”

Peter turned, hastily wiping his eyes, hunching despite the instinct to stand up straight like he was being inspected, hoping that Mr Stark wouldn’t see he’d been about to cry, that he wouldn’t see why. “Mr Stark?”

“Internship duty calls, Peter.” He flashed that grin, waving to some of the teens with phones, and Peter thought for a moment – waking to wake up from this mostly terrible and suddenly crazy day – before getting into the front of the car with him.

“Don’t worry about the pictures,” Mr Stark muttered as he got in and Peter did his seatbelt up, “small signal will short them out and delete them when we set off.” He wasn’t looking at Peter as he said it, concentrating on setting off – concentrating too hard – and Peter was surprisingly grateful. Keeping a mostly normal life only worked if he stayed out from under the eye of the media.

They drove out of Queens, Tony fiddling with the radio one handed and humming along to the AC/DC he found playing. Peter stayed quiet, but as they continued out of the city, his mounting curiosity got the better of him. “So, what’s the emergency Mr Stark?” he asked. Tony blinked hard, partially like he’d forgotten Peter was there, but not quite. He grinned brightly, laughing.

“Oh, I just wanted ice cream, and the board meeting was really boring, so I figured my favourite spiderguy might want to eat his weight in it with me.” Mr Stark was still grinning when he turned back to the road, though there was a slight stiffness to his shoulders, and Peter had to take a moment to replay that sentence in his head.

“…we’re going for ice cream?” he asked, confused.

“You like ice cream?”

“I- of course I do!” He protested.

“Then we’re going for ice cream.” Mr Stark said firmly, shoulders dropping a little – if Peter didn’t know he was Tony Stark, Avenger and Genius, Peter would’ve said he was nervous. “And seriously, son, call me Tony. Mr Stark makes me feel ancient.”

“Like Captain America?” Peter joked weakly, pleasantly surprised when Mr Stark- Tony, laughed. He looked like he might comment, but he got distracted swearing up a storm at the guy who nicked their parking spot. Tony finds one a few more blocks away, swapping his suit jacket for a zip up hoody and a baseball cap, sunglasses perched on his nose still. Peter’s still grinning from the laughter and the swearing, feeling better than he has all day, when Tony shoves an arm round his shoulders to guide him through the busyish streets to the ice cream parlour.

He orders them both something large and ridiculous with too many toppings, and they sit in a private booth near the back – no one has recognised Tony, save from the girl behind the counter who’d asked if he’d wanted his usual, and they’re not going to be disturbed. Tony’s half way through his first scoop – something alarmingly orange – and Peter has started his second – bugglegum, the first a bright red cherry – when Tony speaks again.

“You’re allowed to cry, you know.” He says, and Peter nearly chokes on the sprinkles atop that last spoonful. “Maybe not here,” he elaborates, “but I’m never going to think you any less of a dude for it. I cry when I’m having bad days, so if I can cry and still be a guy at the end of it, you definitely can.” Peter has to take a sip of his water to recover, but he can see that Tony is being utterly genuine, if really uncomfortable about it.

“Thank you.” Peter replied, hoping Tony can see how much he means it.

#itsallavengers #tony stark #peter parker #tony & peter #irondad and spiderson #thecitywritesshow

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See You Again, Part 3

Summary: Peter runs into a situation he just can’t ignore, Tony remembers what it’s like to be a hero.

Content: Fire, implied bad language. Angst, danger, injury, mention of panic attacks. Let me know if I need to add anything!

Word Count: About 3.4k (Does not include recap.)

A/N: This story was inspired by a post and a resulting conversation I had. This story is spoiler-free for Far From Home so if you haven’t seen it yet, don’t worry! This part is full of action and daring heroics so naturally, I had to end it in a cliffhanger. My asks and messages are open if you want to yell at me! Also, if you want to be added to the taglist, let me know. Thanks to @wisemanwhodoesntknow and @itsallavengers for the inspiration!

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“Boss, the police scanner is going crazy with chatter. I-I can’t make it out, but--”

FRIDAY’s voice was cut off as Tony slid back his mask. He wanted to see for himself. A cold wave of fear hit him and his blood ran like ice in his veins. A knot of terror clenched in his stomach as he engaged the mask and blasted off in the direction of the glow. “Not again,” he whispered.

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As Peter drew closer to where the red dot was on the map, a bright yellow spot in his vision caught his attention. “Karen, switch to regular vision,” he spoke without a second thought. His vision changed, but the bright spot was still there. He retracted his mask and saw a strange glow coming from around the corner and a few blocks down. He squinted as he tried to make out what it was when realization hit him.

“Karen, bring up the map!” He spoke as the mask slid back into place.

“Yes, Peter.”

Peter looked at the map coming from his wrist and his eyes widened in horror. An uneasy feeling hit him so hard he felt like he was going to be sick. “We gotta get over there, now!”

Peter jumped off the roof and the hoverboard materialized under his feet. He crouched down and rested his fingertips on the panels perfectly placed in an outline of them. The second all his fingertips made contact, the thrusters maxed out their power. Quentin had warned him against maxing out the thrusters, telling him it drained the board’s power almost instantly, and to only use it in the direst of emergencies when he needed to get away. Peter wasn’t trying to get away from anything, but something in his gut told him this was an emergency. He was right.

In a matter of seconds, he saw what was the source of the light. “Oh my God,” Peter’s eyes widened. He landed in a familiar alley just as the board began to flash, alerting him to the inevitable power failure, but he didn’t notice. The second his feet hit the ground, he yanked off his mask and looked up. His eyes widened in horror at the sight before him. The building where the first working monitor was located stood before him, completely engulfed in flames. Fire was pouring out of every window and vent, the heat keeping the first responders at the front of the building at bay.

“Karen! This- was this- did-” Peter stammered, overwhelmed by shock. The monitor. It couldn’t have done this, it just couldn’t have- could it?

“Peter? You need to take a deep breath. You should sit down, you may be having a panic attack,” Karen spoke urgently. Peter started having panic attacks after he returned from the snap. When Harley found out, he checked Karen’s programming and made sure she knew what to do and what the signs were. Peter appreciated it even though it wasn’t necessary. He was a lot like Tony and didn’t want the people he loved to see him like that. At first, it was purely out of shame, but now it was in an effort to protect them.

Peter shook his head vehemently. “No, no I’m fine. I need to get in there!”

“Peter, no, you--”

“Karen, activate filters,” Peter cut off his AI’s protests as he began searching the wall for an entrance. He found a couple of windows at the far end of the alley that had smoke billowing from them, but no flames. He ran down to the farthest window and climbed in.

“Hello? Is anyone in here?” he called out. He was met by the sound of smoke detectors going off and a faint rattling noise. Following the sound, he came to a door. “Hello?” In reply, he heard a louder rattling and a panicked sounding squawk. He opened the door to find a bird perched on the side of its cage, flapping its wings furiously.

“It’s ok Polly, I’ve got you,” Peter spoke as he hurried to open the cage door. The bird immediately flew out of the cage and out the door. Peter got out the door just in time to see it fly out the window.

“Anyone else in here?” he called out. He quickly went room to room searching, but he didn’t find any other animals or people. He went to the door of the apartment and felt the handle. It was warm to the touch. Peter set his jaw and his muscles tensed as he braced himself and burst through the door. There was fire farther down the hall to the left toward the main entrance of the building. Peter ran down the hall to the right and found a set of stairs. He opened the door and quickly shot a web up to the second floor, very grateful that he hadn't listened to Fury and brought his webshooters with him.

He flew up to the second landing and threw open the door. He paled and quickly shut it. The entire floor was consumed in fire. His heart was racing, and his lungs were burning from the smoke. The mask’s filters could only do so much. He quickly moved to the third floor and cautiously opened the door to find the same thing with the fire mere feet away.

“Peter, the building is unstable. You need to get out of here, now,” Karen urged, but her words didn’t register. The AI’s voice sounded kind of distant or muffled like she was speaking through a pillow. His head was starting to spin from lack of oxygen, and he had to lean against the doorframe to steady himself. He turned and was starting to close the door when a cry came from down the hall, cutting through the smoky haze that filled his mind. His heart skipped a beat and every muscle in his body tensed as he took a few steps back.

Karen sensed the changes and objected, sounding almost panicked. “Peter, you can’t! There’s no way to know how deep it is!” But it was too late. Peter set his jaw and braced himself as he ran toward the fire before leaping through the wall of flames. When he landed, he was still in the middle of a pocket of fire and he dashed forward. He squinted but he couldn’t see through the flames and smoke. He could feel the heat encompassing him, suffocating him, making it harder and harder to breathe with every step before he burst out into a clearing. He gasped as the mercifully cooler air enveloped him, rushing into his lungs.

He didn’t even finish catching his breath before he cried out. “Hello?”

“Help! Is someone there? Please, help me!” He heard a terrified voice and frantic pounding coming from a door to his left.

“I’m here!” Peter ran forward and grabbed the door handle and tried it.

“The door is stuck!” The voice cried.

“Back up!” Peter shouted, his voice catching. His eyes were beginning to sting through all the smoke. He kicked at the door but it wouldn’t budge. Panting, he stepped as far back as he could. He charged the door, ramming it with his shoulder. He felt a sickening crunch as he hit the door, but it finally burst open. A searing pain shot through him, running from his shoulder through his collarbone and to his other shoulder, but he didn’t hesitate. A man a little older than Peter stood on the other side of the door, looking shocked. Peter grabbed his arm and ran toward the back of the apartment just as a pillar of flames burst through behind them, incinerating the room they had just left.

“Which way?” Peter coughed, the crackling right behind them.

“Left, but the window won’t open!” The man pointed toward an open door and Peter dashed through it. He turned and slammed the door closed behind them. He collapsed against it and disengaged his mask with a gasp, trying to catch his breath.

“Over here!” The man called from beside a window. Peter pushed himself up off the door and stumbled over. “It’s painted shut,” the man continued bitterly.

“Stand back,” Peter choked. He grimaced before swinging his fist through the window, shattering it. “Cover your face,” he ordered as he cleared as much of the glass as he could from the frame. His mask formed and he climbed out the window and turned to face the man. “Come on, I’ve got you.”

The man’s light brown eyes were wide but he didn’t hesitate. Peter shot a web up to the roof of the building across the alley with his sore arm before wrapping his hand up in the web. Peter grabbed the man with his good arm. He pushed himself clear of the window frame, letting out a small cry as a blinding pain shot through his injured shoulder. He gritted his teeth against the searing pain, fighting his instinct to let go of the web, instead tightening his grip. When the white faded, his vision was swimming. He slowly lowered down to the alley. As soon as his feet hit the ground, the man let go and pulled back.

“S- Spider-Man?” he asked wide-eyed as his voice came back to him.

“Are you ok?” Peter asked, ignoring the man’s question. Shaken, the man nodded. “Ok, good. You- you should probably get checked out. I, uh, think you’re hallucinating, you probably inhaled too much smoke. Walk up to one of the paramedics, they’ll take care of you.” The man nodded again before he turned and headed for the street. Peter watched until he was sure the man was safely out to the street and that a paramedic had noticed him before turning back to face the building. As he placed a hand on the wall, a window beside him exploded, sending glass flying into his face.

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Horrible memories flashed through Tony and his breathing quickened. No, not again. Please not again, he silently begged.

“Sir, are you ok?” FRIDAY asked, jarring Tony out of his head. Her voice sounded concerned. She knew about his panic attacks, he’d had them since before he created her. They were one of the reasons she wasn’t sure going out would be good for him.

“What are the scanners saying, Fri?” Tony ignored the AI’s question.

“The chatter is saying there’s a fire. Responders are on the scene, the cause hasn’t been determined yet.” FRIDAY reported. Tony’s stomach lurched, his worst fears now realized. Within seconds the fire was in sight and Tony’s eyes widened in horror. It was worse than he could have imagined. The entire building was consumed by fire. The blaze was visible in every window and had burned through in some places. He landed on the sidewalk beside a man barking orders. The man whipped around, surprise filling his face.

“Iron Man?” the man gasped.

“What’s the situation, Chief? Is everybody out?” Tony asked.

“My guys got all the civilians out, we’re just waiting on confirmation that--” the fire chief was cut off as a commotion behind him broke out. He and Tony looked over his shoulder to see two firefighters coming out of the building. One was barely conscious and the other was helping him.

“Reyes!” The chief shouted as he ran to the firefighters.

The firefighter turned at the chief’s voice with her partner’s arm around her shoulders and she cried out urgently. “Chief! It’s Carson, he’s down!”

The chief grabbed Carson’s other arm and helped Reyes carry him over to a waiting stretcher. “Is everyone else out?” he asked as they worked together to lay Carson down.

“I think so, didn’t see anybody,” Reyes replied as the paramedics started to take Carson’s gear off. He came to a little and fought weakly against one of them, swatting at their hand as they tried to place an oxygen mask over his mouth.

“Wait, Reyes!” His voice cracked as he grabbed the paramedic’s arm, reaching out blindly for his partner.

“I’m right here, you pain in the ass,” Reyes grabbed his hand in relieved exasperation. “What is it?”

“R-Rook. He- he’s still in there,” Carson choked out feebly before falling back onto the stretcher in a coughing fit.

Reyes paled but did her best to hide it from her partner. “Ok, ok, rest,” Reyes soothed him and patted his hand as the paramedics finally managed to place the mask over his face. They loaded him into an ambulance and she turned to the chief, her brow pinched in worry. “Has anyone seen Rook?”

“No,” the chief replied. He swore under his breath. “Damn rookie. I told him to stay out here.” Reyes blanched before looking furtively back at the building, then to the ambulance holding her partner with a pained expression on her face.

The chief’s eyes widened then he scowled. “Don’t even th--”

Tony put his hand on the firefighter’s shoulder. “Go with your partner, I’ll look for him.”

Reyes smiled at him gratefully before pounding on the ambulance door. “Wait up!”

Tony turned to face the burning building. He clenched his jaw and braced himself. Before the captain could object, Tony engaged his thrusters and flew through the front door and straight into the blaze as it flared up.

“FRIDAY, scan for any signs of life,” he ordered as he flew through the flames. He knew there wasn’t going to be any on the first floor. He found a hole in the ceiling leading to the next floor and flew through it.

“No one’s here, boss,” FRIDAY answered. “And with good reason. The whole place is going to come looking at any minute.”

“Keep looking,” Tony grimaced. He flew above the fire on the third floor and found a clear spot to land. The second his feet touched the floor it gave out from under him, disappearing in a ripple as the hole spread and the whole floor vanished. “Ok, next floor it is.”

Tony continued on to the fourth floor, keeping a constant eye on the reports from his scanners. He slowly flew down the hall. It was filled with fire and smoke but the stairway door at the end had swollen so much in the heat that he couldn’t open it. He didn’t find anything, so he doubled back and moved on to the fifth floor using the stairs at the other end.

Once he got there he stopped dead in his tracks. Three doors down on the left was a door that was open a few inches. Tony’s brow furrowed. Every door he had seen up until then had been closed. It was the first thing you learned living in an apartment; if a fire breaks out, you close the door behind you when you leave. Leaving it open just fueled the fire with more air.

“Boss?” FRIDAY spoke up suddenly, her voice alert.

“I see it,” Tony frowned. He went down the hall and some flames flicked at his suit as he flew above them. He landed tentatively just outside the door, testing the floor first before turning off the thrusters. Against all odds, it held steady. He opened the door slowly and stepped inside. The room was filled with flames, but that didn’t stop him.

“Hello?” he called hesitantly. All he heard was the creaking and groaning of the building. He cautiously crept forward, the floor protesting with every step. He was afraid the whole level would fall out beneath him like the third floor had. He froze as he heard a soft whimper coming from a room down the hall. He flew above the flames and quickly opened the door. He was immediately blinded by the smoke.

“Is anyone here?” he coughed, landing and shutting the door behind him as fast as he opened it. He waved a hand in front of him as he walked further in. As the smoke cleared a bit, he saw something trembling in the corner of the room. “What...?”

He hurried and knelt down beside the form and Tony’s stomach lept to his throat when he realized he had found the missing firefighter. He reached out a hand and placed it on the man’s shoulder before gently rolling him over partially onto his back. It was then he realized the firefighter’s mask was gone. A tiny whimper caught his attention. Tony looked up and his eyes widened at what he saw. A little girl was wearing the firefighter’s mask. He had curled himself around her to protect her from the heat and smoke before he passed out.

“It’s ok sweetie, you’re safe now,” Tony spoke softly. The little girl whimpered and cowered further into the corner. Tony disengaged his mask so she could see his face before he tried again. “It’s ok, I’ve got you. I’m going to get you out of here, ok?” Tony’s eyes shifted to the brave young man lying unconscious before him. “Both of you.”

He held his arms out to the little girl and she quickly crawled into them, nearly knocking him over. “Oof!” He grunted lightly. “There we go, that’s it. Hold on tight now, ok?” Tony took off his helmet and placed it on the firefighter. “Take care of him, FRIDAY. And find us a way out.”

Tony scooped up the young man in his arms and began scanning for a way out himself. The floor was creaking louder than before, so going through it wasn’t an option. He turned for a door down the hall when he saw some flames push through. “Ok, not that way.” The little girl began to cry softly on his shoulder, clinging onto him for dear life. “Shh, shh, it’s ok honey, everything is going to be ok, I promise--”

His words were cut off by a loud groan as the floor trembled below his feet. He engaged the thrusters just as it gave way. He went back through the front door and burst out into the main hall. At the end of it was a floor-to-ceiling window, and the flames before it were just low enough to fly over. He had to hurry because he knew the whole floor was going to collapse. “Hold on as tight as you can, ok?” he turned to the trembling little girl. She nodded and tightened her grip around his neck and burrowed her face into the back of it. “Good girl,” he soothed. He tightened his grip on the firefighter as he flew for the window at full speed. When he was just a foot away, he turned in midair and briefly cut off the thrusters. At the same time, he grabbed the little girl in one arm and pulled her around to his chest as he twisted his body around to shield her and the firefighter from the shattering glass before he sailed through the window feet first. As soon as he was clear of the window, he engaged the thrusters again and flew around to the front of the building.

He landed on the sidewalk once again, kneeling down as he carefully laid the young firefighter on the ground just outside the chaotic throng of paramedics and firefighters. “How is he, Fri?” he whispered softly.

“His vitals are weak, boss. He needs help,” the AI replied with a hint of sadness. As if on cue they were surrounded by paramedics. Tony gently took his helmet off of the firefighter and was momentarily stunned by how young he was. The paramedics took the young man from him and whisked him away. Tony slowly rose and watched as they loaded him into the back of an ambulance. As they pulled away he saw the paramedics starting chest compressions and all he could think was that he must have been about Peter’s age. He was brought back to reality by a small sob in his ear.

“Oh, hey! Hey there, shh, shh,” he put both arms around the little girl as he rose to his feet. She leaned back a little to look at him through tear-filled eyes. There were lighter streaks down her cheeks where her tears had flowed through the soot and dust on her face. “It’s ok. Everything’s going to be ok. We’re going to find your family, ok honey?” The little girl nodded and wrapped her arms tightly around Tony’s neck and he closed his eyes. God, he missed that feeling. He walked over to the fire chief holding the little girl in his arms. “Hey chief, have you seen anyone looking for a little girl?” he asked.

The chief turned to Tony and when he saw the little girl his face fell. “No one has said anything. I’ll start looking around.” Before Tony could answer, a woman came running up to them.

“Allie? Allie!” The woman called, tears running down her face.

“Sasha!” The little girl cried out, wriggling in Tony’s arms.

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry!” The woman sobbed, taking the little girl in her arms. “I tried getting to you, but they wouldn’t let me!”

“It’s ok sissy, I’m here, I’m here,” Tony smiled at the little girl, comforting her sister. She reminded him so much of Morgan. The smile vanished from Tony’s face as he turned to the chief. “How did this thing get started?” he asked with a frown.

“We aren’t sure yet. The guys did say something felt off though,” the chief scratched his chin thoughtfully.

“Thanks,” Tony’s brow furrowed. “FRIDAY, check for reports--” Tony’s words were cut off as the intense blaze flared up, sending glass and debris raining down upon the gathered crowd.

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