Backstory: Peter is nine years old and is the cutest thing ever. Y’all can fight me.

Fun fact: Chris Evans’s middle name is Robert. #stony #stonyisreal #okay

Peter tossed and turned in his sleep, clearly troubled from something. Where was he? He was on a street, a deserted street. He looked up and saw his father in his Iron Man suit. Something crashed into him, sending him pummeling down. Whatever that thing was, it was huge and powerful because he could hear the clash of his father hitting concrete.

He ran to where his father was, unconscious on the concrete with blood pouring out from various spots. The thing that had knocked him out was out of sight. Peter grabbed his father’s protected arm, crying out, “Dad! Please wake up! Dad! Don’t leave me!” As much as Peter had tried to wake his Dad up, Tony’s chest stilled. Peter began to sob.

And it was the sound of his son sobbing that woke up Tony across the hall. Tony raced into his son’s room seeing him sobbing to himself. He gently shakes him awake and Peter throws himself across Tony still crying but not letting him go. Tony pats his back gently, “There there, you’re alright.” Peter spoke through sobs, “You, you got hurt, and you didn’t wake up. You left me!” Tony nodded, lightly humming and running his hands through Peter’s hair, “It’s alright, I’m right here okay?” Peter whimpered, “Can I sleep with you please?” Tony nodded, lifting the boy up to his room. He slips back into the covers, pulling Peter close to him. Peter rests his head next to the soft blue light which reminds him that he’s safe as he falls asleep.