I couldn't think of a better title for this.  I think FFH was an amazing movie but it was lacking a certain genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.

It had been two months since the blip, that's what everyone was calling it. Two months since half the population had returned. Two months since the battle against the Mad Titan and his army of freaky aliens. Peter still had nightmares from the battle that almost took his father-figure away from him.

Sometimes in Peter's nightmares, he never made it to Mr. Stark in time. He would watch helplessly as the life drained from his hero's eyes and would wake up in a cold sweat with hot tears staining his cheeks. On those nights he would make his way to Tony's room and cuddle in between Tony and Pepper right next to Morgan in the king-sized bed. Tony would run his fingers through Peter's soft, unruly curls to calm his distressed kid. Tony made sure that his kid knew that he was still there, that he had saved him.

Tony was still recovering from the damage the Infinity Stones had done to his body. Peter had spent countless hours working alongside Bruce Banner to make Tony a prosthetic arm that was nothing short of what he deserved. When Peter finally showed Tony what he had been working on, the older man's heart filled with pride and unconditional love for the child he had come to love as his own.

The Starks had moved back into the tower, mainly so Tony had easy access to the medbay but also so he could keep an eye on Peter. Peter stayed at the tower most of the time. His Aunt May was always busy with her job at the hospital and the homeless shelter.

******

"Dad! I'm home from school!" Peter shouted as he exited the elevator.

"Hey Pete, how was school?" Tony said, looking up from his spot on the sofa.

"Good, school was good. Umm- I uh, I need you to sign a permission slip for me if you don't mind. I was gonna have May sign it, but she's just always so busy, and I didn't want to bother her ya know?"

"Of course kiddo, where ya going?"

"My class is taking a trip to Europe."

"Europe? That's a little far away from New York, don't you think? I mean, what if something happens?"

"Please, Dad! Nothing is going to happen, I promise! It's just that this is my first class trip since we've been back and I came up with this whole plan to ask MJ to be my girlfriend because I really like her. I was going to take her to the top of the Eiffel Tower and then--"

Tony chuckled at Peter's nervous ramblings. "Okay kiddo, you can go."

"YES!" Peter yelled, jumping in the air as he celebrated.  "Thank you, Dad! You're the best!" Peter said while skipping away in excitement.

"Ummm, Peter?" Tony called out after the cheerful teenager. "Don't I still have to sign your permission slip?"

"Oh, uh right, duh," Peter slapped himself on the forehead.

"Here, take these Peter," Tony said as he handed Peter a pair of glasses and the signed permission slip. "Just in case."

Tony had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach but chose to ignore it after seeing how happy his boy was. At least he had the glasses to protect him.

******

"Dad is going to kill me," Peter whispered to himself after watching the local news channel's report of his most recent battle against the giant water monster. Peter took a deep breath and finally summoned the courage to call his dad.

"Peter, what the fuck!" Tony shouted as soon as he picked up the phone. Peter could tell there was no anger behind his words.

"Uhm hey Dad," Peter greeted half-heartedly. "I'm assuming you've seen the news?"

"I thought you said nothing was going to happen on this trip!"

"Well, how was I supposed to know that a giant water creature was going to crash my vacation!"

"Peter, you're coming home."

"What! No no no, Dad, I'm safe now, there's nothing to worry about!"

"That's what you said to me before you left, now look what happened! You could have been killed, Peter! Do you know how worried I was? Do you know how worried we all were?!"

"Please, Dad! I can't go home now!" Peter whined.

Tony let out a long sigh, "Fine. You win Peter. But if anything else happens, I am putting you on the first flight home."

"Thank you thank you thank you!  I love you, Dad, tell Mom and Morgan that I love them too."

"I love you too kiddo, have fun but seriously, stay out of trouble."

******

"It's so nice to finally meet you, Spider-Man."

oh shit!

"You're Nick Fury," Peter stood in shock with his toothbrush still dangling from his mouth.

Dad is so going to kill me.

******

"NICK FURY!" Tony yelled into the phone.  "Do you know how long I've been trying to keep him away from you!"

"He said I'm the only one who can help."

"That's bullshit, Peter and you know it!"

"Oh, really?! Tell me, who else is there?"

"Why can't that guy with the fishbowl for a helmet do it himself?  He seems pretty capable."

"Mysterio needs my help, Dad. He said the elementals destroyed his world and they'll do the same to ours if I don't help. Please, Dad, let me do this." Peter begged.

"You're going to be the death of me, Underoos."

"I love you too, Dad."

******

"I hate you, Peter!" Tony spat out as though saying his name left a bad taste in his mouth. "You're useless! If it weren't for you, I would still have my arm! I don't know why I ever adopted you. You're such a disgrace.  Everyone would be better off if you were gone!"

"No... no. THIS ISN'T REAL! YOU'RE NOT REAL! This is just another illusion!"

"Is it Peter? Was it not real enough when I almost died for such a miserable waste of space! Huh?! Maybe you should have been the one to snap. Maybe then I could've gotten rid of two problems at once!"

"Please... Stop it..." Peter sobbed, holding his hands against his ears as if it would stop Tony from saying those hurtful words.

Tony raised his repulsor at Peter's face. "No one will ever love you, Peter Parker.  You deserve to die."

Just as the repulsor let out a blast, the entire scene around Peter changed once again. This time he was face to face with Mysterio.

"It's really easy to fool people when they're already fooling themselves," Beck taunted as the drones began to swarm Peter, forcing him to back away in an attempt to escape. "But for what it's worth Peter, I really am sorry."

what?

Peter was so disoriented from Mysterio's illusions that he didn't even pick up on his spidey senses going haywire. The dazed teenager had no time to process Beck's words before his whole world went dark as a train plowed right into him.

******

"Sir, Peter's vitals are all over the place, he appears to be in serious distress," FRIDAY reported.

Tony dropped his current project he had been working on in his lab and ran to his monitors. "Fri, display Peter's vitals and open the suit's cameras."

Friday gave no response as she pulled up footage from Peter's suit along with his vitals. Tony watched as Mysterio forced Peter to back away from him and his kid was surrounded with what looked like... STARK drones? How the hell did the guy with the fishbowl on his head gain control of his tech? And why was the guy's suit gone, replaces with a CGI suit? Nothing was making sense.

"But for what it's worth Peter, I really am sorry."

What the hell did that mean?! Tony did not like the sound of that. The recovering hero watched in horror as his kid backed into a train track and was hit with the full force of a train.

"OH MY GOD! PETER!"

No, no, no, no, no... He had to be seeing things. Peter was fine. Oh, how he wished that were true.

"Friday, call Happy."

"Calling Happy Hogan."

"Hey Tony, do you need something?"

"Yes, Happy I need you to fire up the Quinjet, we're taking a trip to Europe."

"You're joking, right? Tony, you're still supposed to be on bed rest."

"It's Peter. I need to find him. Something went wrong. It's bad, Happy."

"Okay, you got it boss, but if Pepper finds out about this, it's your ass."

******

"How do we even find the kid?" Happy asked, putting the Quinjet on auto piolet.

"I didn't think that far ahead..." Tony mumbled.

"Incoming call from Peter Parker," FRIDAY chimed in."

"Peter?!" Tony shouted with relief.

"Dad? I need help. I kinda need a ride."

"We're already on the way. Where are you, kiddie?"

"I'm uhh... I'm not really sure. Somewhere in the Netherlands. Uhhh... Hey Mister!  Where am I?" Peter asked a stout old man. "Broek Op Langedijk." "Uhhh... here, could you just say that into my phone, please. Thank you, sir. Did you get that, Dad?"

"Yup got it!  Hang in tight. We'll be there soon, kiddo."

******

Peter staggered across the giant field of colorful flowers to where his Dad and Happy were landing in the Quinjet. He almost cried tears of joy when he watched the world-renowned billionaire exit the aircraft followed by his burly bodyguard that secretly gave the best hugs. As they grew closer, a chilling thought ran through Peter's mind. What if this was Beck again? What if this was all just another illusion that he would fall for again and again like a gullible child.

"Peter, are you okay?!" Tony shouted, running towards his broken kid.

"Dad?  Is that you?!" Peter cried out, making Tony's heart break.

"Is it me-? ya, of course, it's me," Tony called out to his kid in confusion when he noticed Peter's hesitation.

"Stop! Don't come any closer!" Peter shouted.

"What? What's wrong, Pete? You gotta tell me whats going on."

"How do I know this is real? How do I know this isn't just another illusion? How do I know if this isn't another one of his tricks?"

"What are you talking about, Pete? I'm your Dad! I'm the realest real your gonna get!"

"Prove it. Tell me something only the real Tony Stark would know!"

"Umm... Okay okay, do you remember that time Steve offered you a peppermint, and you didn't want to hurt his feelings, so you ate it even though you knew you were allergic to them? And you spent an entire week in the medbay because your face was so swollen, and Pepper and I stayed with you the entire time, reminding you of how god damned stupid you are." Tony recalled with a slight chuckle.

Peter was silent for a moment before he limped his way over to his Dad and was wrapped in the warmest hug he'd ever had in his sixteen years of living on this earth. Once Peter knew he was safe, he began to break down, leaving snot and tears on Tony's sweater, although the older man didn't seem to mind.  Tony just rubbed circles on his kid's back with his good arm, trying to soothe Peter's distress.

"Oh kiddo, what happened to you?" Tony asked sympathetically as he led Peter onto the Quinjet.

"It's all my fault," Peter sobbed. "I accidentally gave Mr. Beck those really cool glasses you gave me, and now he's trying to kill me, and now I'm pretty sure he's going to kill my friends along with like millions of other people, and he said it's all my fault that you lost your arm and-"

"Stop, stop it, Peter. None of this is your fault. Hey hey hey, look at me. This is not your fault kiddie. Now let Happy have a look at your injuries. I saw the run-in you had with the train, looked pretty bad."

Peter sat down, letting Happy go to work on stitching up the wounds on his back. "Ow... Ouch!"

"Hold still, Peter," Happy grunted.

"Agghhhh!"  The pain from the stitches brought back memories.  Memories he didn't want to remember. Being crushed by the warehouse, being flung across the pier by Adrian Toomes, being squished like a bug by Thanos, being run over by a train. It was all too much for the sixteen-year-old kid.  And all the memories seemed to be doing is reminding the kid just how much he had screwed up.

"Just a few more stitches-"

"Ow! Oh my god, Happy!" Peter shouted in frustration, slamming his fist on the table.

"Relax!" Happy instructed.

"Don't tell me to relax, Happy! How can I relax when I messed up so bad? I trusted Beck, right? I thought he was my friend so I gave him the glasses Dad made for me and now he's going to kill my friends and half of Europe, so please do not tell me to relax!"

"Oh kiddo," Tony breathed from his seat on the plane. The poor kid had been through so much, and where had he been? He had been sitting on his ass in his Tower while his kid was going through hell.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I didn't mean to yell," Peter apologized after realizing he had dumped all of his fear and guilt onto his Uncle Happy who had only been trying to help him.

"It's gonna be okay kiddo, I promise," Tony said, trying to comfort Peter. "We'll track him down, and then we can stop him."

"You mean, I'll stop him. You need to go home. You're not even supposed to be here. You should be at home resting." Peter argued.

"Peter, if you think I'm letting you fight that monster all by yourself again then that train hit you harder than I thought-"

"The kid's right, Tony. You need to rest. You're still healing," Happy cut in.

"Fine, but that doesn't mean I can't help. Peter will distract Mysterio while I hack back into my own drones and regain control."

"Sounds like a plan, now all I need is a new suit."

"Don't worry, kid. I've got that covered." Tony smirked as he opened the hatch to the back of the plane, revealing all the latest and greatest tech Tony had to offer. "Go nuts kid."

"I got the music!" Happy hollered. AC/DC's Back in Black flooded through the speakers, one of Tony's favorite songs.

"I love Led Zeppelin!" Peter shouted without a single trace of sarcasm in his voice. If looks could kill, Tony would be arrested for murdering his child. They would be having a serious discussion when they got home.

Tony's heart swelled with pride as he watched Peter create a new suit with joy sparkling in his eyes as he played around with different designs. Although Peter may not be biologically his, he was still just as much his kid.

******

"Waddaya' think?" Peter asked while showing off his new suit.  It was very much like the first suit Tony had made for the Kid.  The blue was now replaced by dark black, and there were other smaller details Peter had thought of too.

"It's amazing kiddo," Tony praised. He was so god damned proud of this kid. "Are you ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," Peter said with a smirk.

"Stay safe and go kick some ass."

"Yes, Sir!" Peter saluted as he fell backward off the plane.

"Smartass," Tony smirked.

"Just like his Dad," Happy commented with a chuckle. God, he hoped the kid would be okay.

******

Tony regained control of most of the drones, but some of them could only be stopped with the glasses he gave Peter, who he later gave to Mysterio.  Tony watched Peter battle the drones with fear and anxiety from a nearby building Happy had secured for him before running off to save Peter's friends.

When the remaining drones finally stopped their attack, Tony let out a breath of relief. He did it.  Peter had won.  Thank the gods.

Peter limped into view, and Tony wanted to cry at the sight of his kid so broken and hurt.  Not only were there cuts and scraped littering his entire body, but the kid's eyes were red and puffy from crying.  Tony scrambled forward, desperate to embrace Peter in his arms.

"I did it," Peter breathed into Tony's chest.  "I killed him."

Tony froze.  Peter had never killed anyone before.  The poor kid was probably beating himself up over this.  "Good, he deserved it."

"I think I'm gonna be sick, Dad."

"You're gonna be okay, Pete.  Now, let's go home."

******

When they had arrived at the airport, Pepper had wrapped her boys in the biggest hug, crying into Tony's shoulder.  Pepper kissed Peter on the head, telling him how worried she had been.  But nobody had been as excited to see Peter as Morgan had.  The moment Peter stepped foot off the plane, she had run into his arms and never wanted to let go.  She told Peter just how much she had missed him and made him pinky promise to never leave her again.

It had been a week since Peter had been back. The curly-haired teen had left for his date with MJ, and now it was just Tony, Pepper, and Morgan all cuddled on the couch watching one of Morgan's favorite cartoons. 

Everything seemed to be back to normal until a breaking news broadcast interrupted Morgan's show. 

"This is breaking new.  We come to you now with revelations of last weeks attack in London."  A middle-aged reported began.  "An anonymous source provided this video. It shows Quentin Beck, a.k.a. Mysterio, moments before his death.  Warning, you may find this video disturbing."

The screen switched to a video of Mysterio.  Tony did not like where this was headed.  "I've managed to send the elemental back to the dimensional rift, but I don't think I'm gonna make it off this bridge alive.  Spider-Man attacked me for some reason. He has an army of weaponized drones, Stark technology.  He's saying he's the only one going to be the new Iron Man, no one else."

The screen changed again, this time showing a clip of Mysterio lying on the ground in front of Spider-Man.  "Are you sure you want to commence the drone attack?" The AI Tony had installed into Peter's glasses asked. "There will be significant casualties."

"Just do it!" Peter shouted.  "Execute them all!"  The sound of gunfire from the drones sounded in the background. 

How had Mysterio done this?  He made it look like Peter was the villain.  Tony was shaking in anger.  Pepper sent a worried look his way and took his hand in hers, trying to calm her husband as well as herself. 

The reporter reappeared on the screen.  "This shocking video was released earlier today on the controversial news website, TheDailyBugle.Net."

An older looking man appeared in front of a green background.  "There you have it folks, conclusive proof that Spider-Man was responsible for the brutal murder of Mysterio, an inter-dimensional warrior who gave his life to protect our planet, and who will no doubt go down in history as the greatest superhero of all time!  But that's not all folks!  Here's the real blockbuster, brace yourselves, you might want to sit down."

Mysterio appeared on the screen once again.  "Spider-Man's real...  Spider-Man's real name is P..."   Tony let out a breath of relief as the screen cut out.  But his relief was short-lived.  "Spider-Man's name is Peter Parker!"

shit.

Peter's yearbook photo appeared on the TV.  This is bad. This is really bad.   Not only does the whole world now knew Spider-Man's identity, but they also think he's a murder.  Tony can speak from experience when he says those two things don't mix together very well.

Morgan was the first to speak up. "What the fu-"