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CG: Tony Stark
Little: Peter Parker

SOOO SMALL CLARIFICATION:
This is after the events of Avengers: Endgame
EXCEPT FOR:
Nobody dies and Tony is in a coma.
Just wanted to clear that up, happy reading everyone!
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It's been 3 years since the snap.

3 years since Tony has been in his coma.

3 years since Bruce and the Avengers tried everything in their power to bring Tony back..

It's been 3 years.. and Peter still felt like he couldn't move on.

To the point where he nearly wanted to give up being a "super hero" in general and focus on school. He didn't want to be reminded of the one he lost.
Even when Fury requested that he stood up against a new potential threat, he declined.
He felt scared that he could potentially.. slip
in battle from being reminded of Tony.

You see, Peter was classified as a little. And ever since his internship with Tony, he had been his caregiver. He was the father figure he thought he'd never get back.. he remembers them just doing father son things like going to the park, helping him with his homework, taking care of him when he's sick, comforting him when he's sad.. things he knew he'd never get back.
It's been difficult to slip ever since.

So instead of being Spiderman, he decided to just be Peter Parker and go on a school trip to Europe.
A chance to unwind. A chance to maybe be little again. A chance to confess his feelings for MJ.
All of which he had a goal to achieve.

..But were brutally cut from his mind entirely when he was lock in a Netherland's cell.
All he could remember is that he fell off a train and he passed out. How? He didn't know. Did anybody try and save him? He didn't remember. All he knew is he was trapped here. Nobody to help him.. alone with other prisoners.

In his cell, he tried to get out. He tried to escape. But nothing he did worked.
He tries to get a hold of his phone but to his dismay, it was taken. Nobody else in the cell had one either.
Did anybody even know he was gone? Was anybody going to save him?
..He felt hopeless at the constant thoughts. He was Spiderman for damn sake. If he wanted to he could save himself!!
Yet he felt powerless. Weak. Confused.
All his body allowed him to do was sob.

He just wanted things to be like they used to. When he was in New York with his friends, his Aunt May, and Tony. When he could patrol and feel at ease, when Tony would help him with big decisions.

But no matter how much he wished for that reality, he knew it would never come.

~Avengers Tower: With Bruce~

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

"Heart rate is stable..breathing seems to be more on pace.. looks like we're getting somewhere."
Bruce sighed and wrote down Tony's progress.
After 3 years Tony was still in this deep coma. Everyone but him seemed to have recovered from the snap.
Physically, at least. Who could blame them? How could they recover from such a thing?
Bruce still had hope for Tony. Most of the Avengers told him it was hopeless from him to keep going, but as long as he had a heartbeat, Bruce never stopped.

Knock Knock

"Come in!"
Bruce didn't get the door, he was still putting his attention to writhing his notes.
The door opened to reveal Steve Rogers, he looked worried.. and tired.

"..How's he doing?"
Steve muttered, coming close to where Bruce was standing.

"Well.. actually, he's doing way better compared to how we was for the past 3 years. It's small, but it's progress."
Bruce was still writing down notes.

"That's good. See? All the hard work is starting to pay off."
Steve patted Bruce's shoulder, but to Steve's surprise, Bruce shook his head "no."

"It wont pay off until Tony wakes up. This is just.. a small little detail I noticed. Hell, I'm willing to take any small sign of recovery but in reality.. I-I don't really know if he'll ever wake up, Steve. I'm so scared of that.. how will I break it to the team? How will I break it to Peter..?"
Bruce's breaths started to become ragged, Steve stayed calm to the best of his ability and rubbed circles on Bruce's back.
"Calm down, Bruce.. letting the big guy come out sounds less then ideal right now," Steve chuckled, "Decides, give yourself more credit. You're doing what you can. You never left his side after all this time. Every second you spend on this is worthy of something."

"What's this? A therapy session?"
Bruce chucked, a small smile creeping on his face.

"If you want it to be, I wouldn't appose to it."
Steve chuckled back.

"No, no.. im just kidding. But really Steve, thank you.. it's just been a long three years."

"I know, I know.. why don't you take a break? We're about to have dinner, just some Chinese takeout."

"That sounds.. really nice actually. We haven't had a dinner all together in a long time."
Bruce set down his clipboard and took of his lab coat, laying it on the huge table.
He looked Tony one more time before looking at Steve, "Alright, let's go get some food."

"That's the spirit, Banner."

Bruce and Steve walked out of the room, Bruce turned off the lights.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep beep.

Beep beep beep

Beep beep beep beep

"...God..how long have I been.. o-out for?"

The man groaned. His vision blurred, his body ached, it felt like he's been buried underground.
He tried to sit himself up but his body clearly wasn't ready for it. He groaned and tried again, he adjusted himself up with a pillow.
His vision started to get more clear with every blink his body managed to do.
"God.. where the hell am I?"
He looked at his body, it was covered in a whole bunch of medical bandages and wires.
Also a small thing of IV was on his hand.

"Cmon Tony.. what did you do this time.."
He tried to replay any memory in his mind, but nothing was coming back to him.
He rolled his eyes and sat up on the edge of the bed. It took literally 80% of his body power to get the energy to do that.
He wanted to stand. No, he needed to stand. He wanted to know what the hell was going on!

He looked around for something that can help support his weight, he spotted a small cane near the bed.
"You gotta be shitting me.."
Tony groaned and picked up the cane. Slowly but surely he stood up on both feet, his legs felt like literal jello. Hell, he didn't even know if he was supposed to be walking right now.
But he was Tony Stark. He's done far harder things then walking.
So slowly, he put one foot ahead of the other, and started to walk to find his team.

...

...

...

After what seemed like 50 years Tony finally found his team, eating at the dinner table, just like they used to do. He doesn't even remember the last time they ate dinner together as a team.
They were all talking about something.. he couldn't make it out just yet, so he started walking closer.

"Yeah, Bucky and Sam have been back on their little time schedule. They need it Y'know? Especially since Bucky got his new arm they both have been worried sick about each other-"

Steve stopped mid sentence.
His eyes widened. He nearly almost dropped his whole plate that he was holding.

Natasha cocked up and eyebrow,
"What's wrong?"
Natasha turned her head to where Steve was looking soon she had the same reaction as him.

The whole team looked in that direction..

"TONY?!"
Bruce stood up from his chair, "H-How did you??!-"

"Jeez, y'all miss me that much? What have I been gone for long or something?"
Tony chuckled.

"Uh, duh!! You have actually! Tony.. We thought we lost you!"
The team stopped what they were doing and made there way to Tony fast.

"You were in a coma for 3 years, Stark. We thought you'd never come back.."
Natasha muttered, Tony could notice tears forming in her eyes. It was a shocking thought to see.

"Oh hell.. I was gone for that long..? What happened? I didn't do something stupid did I?"

The team shared a similar concerned look,
"Stark.. you really don't remember what had happened?"
Thor asked, shocked.

Tony shook his head.
"All I know is I feel older then I already do.. for god sake I need a cane."

Steve sighed,
"Tony.. the war happened. We defeated Thanos.. we thought we lost you when you caused the snap."

Tony's eyes widened.
"You gotta be shitting me.. are you serious? I..I caused the snap?"

Steve nodded, "It was.. terrifying. You snapped the Mad Titan and his army.. but we thought you took your own life. We thought you would never wake up.."

Tony looked around, everyone looked so.. relieved? Yet shocked at the same time.
It was weird to see them all down like this. But for some reason, he understood.
It was just kind of hard to register for himself that he could've died. Well, it wasn't like it was a rare thing to say. His whole job can potentially kill him.
But he was out for 3 whole years.. 3 years of his life down the drain.

"But.. it's good to have you back, Tony. I think I speak for all of us when I say we all missed you."
Natasha smiled, her hair was way longer than Tony remembered.
As a matter of fact, everyone looked different.
Steve still looked the same, Bruce had more grays in his hair, Clint's hair was longer, and then of course there was him, who also looked different.

...But there was one more person he had on his mind.

"I missed you guys too, but hey, where's the kid?"
Tony asked, everyone's facial expressions turned back to ones with pity yet fear at the same time.
Tony caught on,
"..What happened now?"

"W-Well,"
Bruce started, "We can't find him."

"...Huh? Bruce what the hell are you talking about?"

"..Hes been gone for months. The last we could track him was on his suit but it's all the way in the Netherlands. We've went over there to find him but.. we had no luck."

"Oh, so what? You're going to give up on finding him? What the hell Bruce?!"
Tony was fuming with anger.

"Tony calm down-"

"No!! What the actual hell were you guys doing? Sitting on your asses while he could be dead somewhere?! Steve what if this was Bucky or Sam? Bet you all my money you wouldn't even be here because you'd be finding them!!"

"Tony we had no way of getting the technology to find him. The only way was through you. And we thought you were gone."
Steve muttered.

"Yeah, and we just weren't sitting on our asses either, we were looking out for you!! To see if your ass would still be alive!"
Clint argued.

"But since when do we just stop when it comes to someone apart of the team? And he's a goddam child! He's a smart kid but he's in a whole different environment, god knows where he is right now!!"

Tony groaned and started walking away,
"I'm going to go find him."

Almost everyone in the room gasped,
"Stark this is blasphemy! Surely you must rest?!"
Thor asked concerned.

"Well someone has to deal with shit around here. The kid needs me."
Tony paused for a minute, "JARVIS, call Happy."

"Surely sir."

~With Peter~

"Aye kid!!"
Someone yelled, Peter perked up from his sleep. He could feel tear marks on his cheeks.

"You get to make one phone call. You aren't in our system, so we'll allow you to get out of here if someone can get the proper paperwork."
The guard had a phone in his hand.
Peter gasped and ran to it, grabbing it like he hasn't seen a phone ever in his life.

"You have 30 minutes, I'll be back by then to take it back."
That's all the guard said before he walked away.

"Aye kid.."
Peter turned around to some of his cell mates, he gulped. This was the cell mate that took his Spiderman mask. The cellmate's had it ever since he's been here.. he couldn't lie he was kind of afraid to take it back from it. But at the same time he really didn't mind that he had it ever since he's been here for awhile.

"..Let me use that phone."

"I-I will.. just let me use it first. Deal?"
Peter bargained, the cellmate nodded, and went back to doing what he was doing.

"Okay.. who can I call.. think Peter..cmon.."

Tony was off the table..
He couldn't remember Steve's number off the top of his head..
He could call Aunt May.. but he didn't want her to worry..
His only hope would be Happy Hogan.

He sighed, and dialed what he remembered to be Happy's number.

Beeeeep..

"Please Happy.."

Beeeeeep..

"..."

Beeeeeep

Beeeep-

"Hello?"

Peter gasped, his soul was practically ready to leave his body. "HAPPY!! I'm so happy you answered!!"

"Peter?! Peter where the hell are you? I haven't been able to contact you for months."

"I know, I know..! But I need you to listen to me.. I fell off a train and I ended up in a prison while I was on my school trip. I-I don't know what happened.. but please.. come get me.. I don't know how much longer I can take it here.."
Peter could feel the tears well up in his eyes again, but he didn't hesitate to let them fall.

"That's not enough information kid.. cmon, give me something to work with."

"Uh.. urm.."
Peter gasped at the sudden idea he had. The guy that had his spider man mask on.. he remembers that Tony put in a chip that tracks where he is at all times. It could be a real pain in the ass sometimes- but now it was finally filling its purpose in Peter's eyes.
He leaned in close to the phone so the cellmate wouldn't hear,
"There's a guy who is wearing my mask.. I remember Tony put a tracking chip in there.. if you know anything that can track it.. that's how you'll be able to find me."

"There you go, kid. Don't worry Peter, I'm coming. Stay safe, okay?"

"Thank you Happy..! Thank you so much!!"

Peter hung up the phone and held it close to his chest. He was going to be free! He was going to be okay! But now the most hard part was just only going to begin.
Playing the waiting game.

~With Tony Stark~

Tony was already in one of his private jets waiting for Happy. It took him forever to get to the plane because of not being used to walking yet, plus the constant yelling he had to here from his team, but he was determined to find him.
Determined to find his little.

All of a sudden the jet door opened to reveal an out of breath Happy, he looks like he was running.
"Jeez.. you look like shit."
Tony joked, Happy wasn't amused.

"You shouldn't be talking, Stark. But anyway, I found out something huge. I know where the kid is."

Tony's eyes widened,
"Thank god..do you know if he's safe?"

"I got a call from him, so we know he's alive. He told me he doesn't know where he is but someone is wearing his mask. Said something about having a tracking chip in it.. you think Jarvis will have access to it? Or maybe Friday?"

Tony nodded. All of his AI's have access to his technology. He wired it to be that way. All it took was his word.

"Jarvis.. can you get a tracking on Peter?"

"Certainly, sir."

...

..

"So.. how you holding up?"
Happy asked, while waiting for Jarvis' answer. Tony sighed, "Honestly? Like a bag of shit. My whole body hurts.. but duty calls."

"Y'know you can rest Tony. I can handle this."

"No. I want to be there. I can just get rest on the plane."
Tony mumbled while readjusting himself in his seat.. his body felt like it wasn't even in control. Like if he wanted to move, his body wouldn't.
But.. he needed to see Peter. He needed to make sure he was okay. It was like a voice in his head telling him he needs to make sure he's okay. No matter the cause.

"Sir, I have gathered details on Peter's location. He is located in the Netherlands. I can give directions to his exact location, it seems like he hasn't moved out of that area in over 5 days."

"Huh..? The Netherlands? The hell is the kid doing there?"

"He and his class were going on a field trip, if I can remember right. The trip is going to take awhile, Tony.. you ready to go find him?"

"Damn right I am. We gotta get there fast Happy, god knows what the kid could be going through right now."

"I know.. I know."
Happy closed the jet door, "Get ready for take off."

~With Peter~

"Keep it together.. he's on his way.."
Peter told himself, taking deep breaths over and over. The anticipation was killing him.. he needed to get out. He wanted to try getting out on his own again, but there'd be no use of someone is already coming for him.
He just felt so.. anxious.

His legs kept bouncing. He kept rocking himself back and forth.. he doesn't want to regress. He couldn't.. he couldn't.. he wanted to stay strong. Be the "big" Peter Parker.
But he couldn't help but cry a little bit in his small, uncomfortable bed.
He tried to wipe the tears away but every-time he tried to stop it, it just kept coming back worse and worse.

After awhile, he didn't bother to stop the tears anymore.. his mind kept going further into the young headspace of a 4 year old.

"P-pwease happy.. please help me.."

The prison room was dark.. the quiet never felt so loud. The guards were away. His cellmates asleep. The only noise you could hear in the whole building was his quiet cries. He hated that this even happened. He wanted to know WHY this was happening to him.
He just wanted to feel normal. He wished he was a normal kid.. he wished he could just live a normal life.. but when you're Peter Parker, everything is anything but normal.  

Peter closed his eyes in attempts to fall asleep..after what seemed like an eternity to Peter, he closed his eyes.. and managed to get some rest.

~TimeSkip~ Morning~

"Kid..."

"Aye, kid!! Wake up!!"

*clink clink*

"Wake up!!"

Peter groaned, his eyes opening kit so elegantly. He froze when he saw it was one of the police guards.

"You're free to go. There is someone waiting for you outside. You have 10 minutes to leave."

The guard stood near Peter, clearly waiting to escort him. Peter didn't waste no time. He wiped some left over tears away, "Okay. I'm ready."

The guard nodded, he let Peter walk in front of him.
They walked all the way to the entrance and the guard let Peter leave on his own.
Peter looked around for Happy.. he got worried when he didn't see anyone. But was relieved when he heard his voice,
"Kid! Over here!"
Happy yelled, waving his hand.

He was in a field of flowers not too far by. Peter ran to that field and gave Happy a huge hug.
"H-Happy.. thank you so much.. I couldn't take it anymore.."
Peter muttered, his eyes filling with tears yet another time.. he didn't care this time though. Because what he was feeling wasn't sadness, it was joy and relief.

Happy hugged back,
"I couldn't image what it was like, kid.. but what's important is you're back and okay.. let's not waste anytime. Cmon, we have to get on the jet."

Peter couldn't disagree.
He nodded and walked the way Happy was going.

"Oh, by the way. There's someone waiting to see you on the plane."

Peter cocked up an eyebrow, "Who..? Aunt May? Did you bring Aunt May all the way over here?!"
He asked, almost certain he knew the answer.

To his surprise, Happy shook his head.

"Nope. But I do expect you to call her once you and said person are done with the conversation. She's probably worried sick about you."

Once arrived to the jet, Happy opened the door for Peter. A small smile was on his face.
Peter walked into the jet.. and couldn't walk any further. He felt frozen.. was what he seeing.. true?

"...Tony..?"

The man chuckled,
"You finally grew out of Mr. Stark? Heh, I'm glad. It made me feel old when you said it."

"Oh my god.. Tony!! TONY!"
Peter ran to Tony and gave him a big hug, crying into Tony's shirt. It smelt.. terrible. But he didn't care.

"You're alive..! I thought Dr. Banner said there was low chance of you surviving..!?"

"Kiddo you didn't think you'd get rid of me that easy, did ya?"
He tried to joke, but Peter wasn't at all having it.

"I missed you.. s-so damn much. I thought I'd never see you again.. I can't believe you're alive.. I'm so happy.. I'm so hwappy!"
Peter cried.

Tony smiled and hugged Peter,

"I missed you too kiddo.."

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WOOOHOOOO!!
THIS WAS A LONG ASS CHAPTWS-

I really wanted to make this a BIIGGG Oneshot, but it kinda got cut short in the end :(
I'm thinking of making a part 2 ! But I wanna think of something before I continue with this :)

Thank you all so much for reading!
I hope you all enjoyed <3

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SandieMandie2