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The funeral was a haze, empty wishes, fake smiles, looks of pity from strangers and his aunt may trying to shield him from all of that but it didn’t matter because all he felt was denial. How could it be true, just a few days ago they were working on his new suit and now it laid untouched and incomplete in a lab far away. ‘its ok peter, its ok you can cry’ his aunt had whispered clutching him close to her chest, stroking his hair but he just couldn’t cry, why should he? Mr. Stark wasn’t dead, he couldn’t be. He always comes back, he had to! yet the casket in front of him had whispered otherwise, Mr. Strak’s cold hands felt foreign, the light in his eyes long gone and worst of all the nasty scars that took his life were visible. All this evidence yet all peter felt was nothing but denial.
It was after peter had arrived home that he realized none of the avengers had attended the funeral, the past year had been a shit storm because of the accords but still they were a team of spies and were masters of disguise yet he only had a few people to mourn with. It burned a different kind of rage in his heart, Mr. Stark was always there for others, for the team even when it hurt him but now when it was his funeral none of them came? A nagging voice in the back of his head knew he wouldn’t feel the same after some time that it would be a security threat for all the runaway avengers to be there but the child in him wanted the world to stop and mourn.
So as two months after the funeral peter laid in his bed, twisting and turning he felt a twinge of regret, he never got to say goodbye. Tell tony he loved him, tell him his killer was yet to be found but he was trying his best, that he will take revenge and to finally let him go as his therapist had said to let him rest in peace.
‘I’ll find a way, I promise’ he whispered in the dark to no one but himself.
Dr.Strange was one of Mr. Stark’s superhero friends and while their interactions had been brief he had shown him that anything and everything was possible, including the multiverse. A guy strange was after was apparently from another universe and he needed tony's help in finding him, there were never any leads but it built an idea in his mind that there were other universes out there like his own with different him’s living different lives. This led to him and tony trying to build a machine that would allow them to travel the multiverse but after a month or so tony had abruptly stopped and deemed the project too dangerous. ‘oh come on! Mr. Stark we don’t have to travel but we should atleast build a hypothesis an idea of how we can do it.’ ‘peter no.’ that reply had been strange since Mr. Stark always relented to his puppy eyes but this time he had been pretty clear and would not budge so peter let it go.
So while they could never figure out how to travel the Multiverse they did theoretically make a device that could make contact with one. You could in theory talk to people from another universe if they had the correct devices for it and Peter was desperate, he wanted to talk just one last time see the light in tony’s eyes because these were the thoughts that plagued his mind at night. It had been so long since he could sleep peacefully, hell even being spiderman was difficult since he was so desperate to just talk to tony. His therapist had advised him to visit tony’s cemetery but that only led to him getting even more desperate.
Peter still had the card tony had given him that gave him entry inside the tower and after that he had almost total clearance to go anywhere he wanted. Clutching it tightly he entered the building from a back gate that not many people knew about, it assured that nobody stopped to question him.
As he entered the elevator a voice chimed in ‘Hello peter, it's nice to have you back’ ‘Friday you are still operating?’ ‘of course peter though I have to say the past two months had been pretty lonely. Its nice to see you again’ Friday said kindly, is an AI even supposed to sound kind? He didn’t know but Mr. Stark was a genius so anything was possible.
The elevator opened to an, as expected empty penthouse, since Pepper or anyone didn’t live here anymore dust was starting to set on the couches, and the place already looked like it hadn’t been lived in for a long time. It made his heart ache. This was the place where he had spend countless weekends with tony eating Pizza or watching a movie after a day tinkering in the lab but now it was nothing but a source of pain for him. Maybe one day he will be able to spend time here without his heart aching so much but for now he just made his way towards the lab.
‘Friday you remember project Hope Universe’
‘yes peter’
‘can you open those files for me?’
‘I can only give you files that Mr. Stark had allowed you access for and part of the file remains under no access area.’
‘it’s ok just give me as much as I have access to’
A file opened in front of the desk he was standing on. Thankfully it contained the information on the hypothetical device they had created, they never tested it but now was as good of a time as any.
‘Friday you see that device on the file?’
‘yes peter’
‘do we have enough materials to make it?’
‘we do, but it will take three to four hours and there is no guarantee of if it will work’
‘that’s ok we just have to hope right’
‘yes we do, would you like to name this device peter? Afterall you helped make it.’ It felt wrong to name a device mostly Mr. Stark had made peter did not contribute that much so he said, ‘Lets not name it officially but its weird to call it device all the time so lets just call it walkie talkie for now.’ ‘Ok peter’
Since peter didn’t have much work after that he just looked around the lab but then he felt tired so he just went to sleep on a familiar couch.
Mr. Stark was looking at him smiling, but he wasn’t saying anything he just stood there and for some reason peter wasn’t able to move either. Suddenly there was a huge gash on the side of his face and an even bigger one on his stomach there was some blood coming out of his mouth his eyes were red and glassy and his ironman suite was chipped away at different areas ‘Find me Peter, Find me! Don’t you want to say Goodbye?’ Peter was trying to get away but Mr. Stark suddenly held his shoulders and pulled him closer and looked him in the eyes and whispered ‘Find me’
Peter woke up Gasping for Air, Friday’s voice in the background trying to help him calm down but he felt terrified. His face was wet from tears and his throat hurt from trying to breathe. These Nightmares had been plaguing him every single night since Mr. Stark’s death, he could never sleep and would feel terrible for hours after, unable to even think about going back to bed. This is why he grew Desperate why he just knew that doing this was the only way of getting better hell even in his dreams tony himself talked about the Multiverse and their time in the lab.
This device was the answer, his one chance of finally letting go and after that he can go back to being spiderman go back to trying to find the culprit responsible for tony’s death.
Notes:
so honest reviews please
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‘Peter you really should stop sleeping on the couch, there’s a perfectly nice bed for you’ ‘Hmm’ ‘come on pete time to go to your room, you’ll have a backache otherwise’ Peter said hmm louder this time trying to tell tony to go away. ‘its not going to work, come on get up’ tony pushed him up. Peter groaned and made a face ‘let me sleep mr. Starkkkk’ ‘then go to your room parkerrrr’ Mr. Stark imitated like a kid.
This was one of peter’s favourite memories, actually almost every memory with tony was, in times like this when he felt utterly lonely and alone these were the things that kept him going.
‘Peter your walkie talkie is ready’ ‘what?’ ‘The device peter’ Friday gently reminded him. Peter made his way to the machine that made the prototype, the machine itself looked and sometimes worked like a 3D printer and the device inside looked like a box with two tape like scrolls inside. Hypothetically with the single push of the red button on the right should send out a signal in search in different Universes and should search for a device like their own, one of the issues at the time of the making of theory of the device was that whatever happened the signal could only be received on a multiverse Earth but right now it seemed like such a blessing, because this raised his chances of talking to tony and hopefully finally get his closure.
Peter picked up the device and was looking at it closely when a voice a voice in his head whispered ‘what am I doing? Why am I doing this it doesn’t make any sense’ peter suddenly stopped to contemplate was it really necessary to do this? What if something bad happened? What if this gets out of control what if-
‘Peter please wear cautionary gear while operating this device’ Right no time for bad thoughts, he just had to do this. Peter put the device on an empty desk a little far away from the rest of the machinery so that if it did end up exploding or something.
He quickly pressed the button and ran to sit behind a desk for cover and waited suddenly a blue colored projection hovered over the device that looked like a Wi-Fi Sign blinking. ‘Friday did it work?’ ‘I can’t tell for sure until we connect to something but from my analysis I do believe it's working’ ‘oh ok yea cool.’
Peter waited an hour for the status of the device to change but it looked the same. His stomach rumbled to remind him to get some food so he got up to go to the cafeteria downstairs in the R&D Lab.
He was on his way back up after an hour that he felt his spidey sense flare up, fearing the worst he ran towards the lab hoping to not find it on fire and the sight in front of him was not something that he was prepared for.
In front of him he could see tony from shoulder up in a holographic video, ‘Congratulations Peter you’ve made walkie talkie a successful project’ Friday said but peter ignored her and slowly made his way in front of the tony from the other universe and the moment peter came in front of that tony his face lit up.
‘Hello peter or do you have a different name in your universe?’ Peter just stared at tony his face Didn’t have any scars like the last time he had seen him but then he reminded himself this wasn’t his tony. ‘no no I’m peter and you are Mr. Stark right?’ ‘Damn you don’t call me tony in this universe either?’ ‘yea-I-I Just’ Peter was having difficulty breathing his chest hurt and for some reason his Spidey sense was screaming at him, maybe the device was about to overheat soon so he collected himself and said what he had wanted to say for so long.
‘Mr. Stark from my universe isn’t here anymore and I was having difficulty sleeping and just there’s this nagging feeling in my heart that if I just got to give Him a proper goodbye it’ll get better.’ ‘Oh kid, you can say whatever you want ok’ tony softly replied and while his words sounded sincere his eyes betrayed him they looked dark and empty but maybe it was due to the device not functioning properly so peter ignored that took a deep breath and said…
‘I’m so sorry I still haven’t found the person who hurt you, but I promise one day I will, for now I just want you to know that I love you and I will always miss you and I’ll take care of earth while you are gone so rest easy. Tony today I’m letting you go but I promise to always remember you’ a tear slipped from his eye and he could feel more coming but tried to keep them at bay.
‘Oh peter you don’t have to do anything, forget about what happened in the past forget about what happened to me focus on yourself ok and I’m sure great things are in store for you in the future’ Peter shook his head and said ‘No I can't let your killer go free’ and suddenly the other tony Harshly cut in ‘Peter I’m telling you to let it go forget about it’
In that moment peter to realized how different his tony and this person in front of him were, His breathing grew faster and he became even more aware of his Spidey sense and how devoid of life that Tony’s eyes looked, it didn’t take long for him to realize what a mistake this was it felt like what he had done was not under his control but some power that had possessed him and it was only now that he had finally gained back control.
‘I think it's best for us to end this conversation now’ ‘why so soon’ the other tony said as he tilted his head a little. ‘There’s some issue on my end’ The other tony said nothing but then slowly gained a creepy smile on his face and said ‘That’s ok I'll see you soon Peter’ that for some reason tipped him over the edge and he quickly shut off the device, and the image of tony disappeared into the thin air.
Peter crouched down and clutched his chest, there were a few tears on his face but for some reason he felt terrified like he had just done something he will regret one day, like he was just in the presence of a creature who’s powers he didn’t understand yet it was tony, one from another universe but it was tony nonetheless and how different could they really be? Was there any difference at all?
And then there was another issue it's like this is the first time since Tony’s funeral that he felt in control of his own body, he felt refreshed and like he could finally breathe after a long time. Maybe he was just overthinking this situation, Maybe talking to tony had finally worked even though it was a short interaction it had worked, he already felt so much better.
That night Peter finally slept peacefully not a single nightmare haunted him, but as Peter slept in queens in his room there was a light blue glow in Tony’s lab in the avengers tower and just as quickly as it happened it was gone.
‘Welcome back boss’ Friday whispered quietly.
Notes:
I wonder who Friday is talking to?
Chapter 3
Summary:
Peter is the Purest Human alive and you cant change my mind.
Notes:
Forgive me For my lack of proper Knowledge on the American Healthcare system. what I do know however is that it's extremely expensive.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Crime in New York was higher than ever, so while Peter could sleep better he just didn’t have time to. It really frustrated him but then again the city needed spiderman.
‘You know you should really consider a new mask, that little strip of cloth does nothing.’ Peter said and the man that had been trying to loot the ATM turns around in irritation.
‘Go away spiderman, don’t make me hurt you.’
‘Then how about you put your bag down and we can all go our merry ways; well, you will still go with the police, but you know they won’t be too harsh if you surrender’
‘Shut. UP’ the man growled and just as he had started to raise his gun Spidey sense warned him and he webbed his gun and hand to the ground.
The man thrashed on the ground but failed to free himself.
‘Dude that web is here for At least 2 hours really there’s no point of struggling’ Peter said already picking up the criminal's bag full of money and putting it in the corner hidden for safe keeping.
That’s when he heard a little sniff, he turned around and looked down to see the criminal with tears in his eyes, peters eyes softened, and he sat besides him.
‘Hey are you ok? Don’t be scared the judge will go easy on you since you couldn’t actually steal anything.’
‘No you don’t understand this cash wasn’t for me’ the man claimed trying to hide his face at the back of his arm he didn’t want to show much weakness it seemed.
‘Who is it for?’
‘My daughter she is in the hospital they won’t conduct surgery on her till I get the money. We don’t have any insurance, she doesn’t have much time’
Peter’s heart ached for the man, healthcare in New York was expensive and a surgery without insurance impossible.
‘You know that they don’t take cash, right? Doing this does not help your daughter’ peter said softly. The man just looked away without saying anything a few more tears escaped his eyes.
Normally Peter would have told Mr. Stark about the incident and he would have gladly paid for it but after he had passed away Peter had inherited a kind of an Allowance That he gets every month as well as a large college fund that he had access to. It was Too much really, way too much. He had promised himself not to use a single Penny, he couldn’t tell why but it just didn’t feel right, Taking money from Tony didn’t feel ok to Peter since he always felt like he was using him but using that fund right now for someone else was ok.
‘Where is your daughter? In which hospital? And her name?’
The man looked up at him suspiciously and asked ‘why do you wonna know? You gonna tell her what I did?’
‘No man I know someone who might be able to pay for it’
The man was quite for a moment and then said ‘Keemia Marko, she’s at Mother May Hospital.’ Then after a second he adds ‘Please tell me you are not lying. Please’ he whispers the last part.
‘No I’ll-I’ll try my best ok? You wait here for the cops I’m sure they will go easy on you.’ And with that peter was out on his way.
‘Karen show me the way to that hospital’ ‘Ok Peter!’
When Peter Reached the hospital Most of the Staff were concerned if he was injured while on duty but once they were satisfied to see him uninjured, they left him alone, that kind of filled him with a nice feeling to see all these people concerned about his health.
Peter Told the staff that someone he knew wanted to Pay the bill of a little girl and he was There in Their stead. After confirming that a girl by the name that the man had told him was infact there Peter made the transaction, now Since Peter was not old enough to do that Karen did it for him. The Bill was a whopping 100,000 dollars Before any additional care that might be needed. He hoped That the girl would get well soon.
‘That was very kind of you Peter’ peter blushed and looked down.
‘its ok, it wasn’t really mine anyways.’
‘oh peter-’ ‘karen stop, anyway keep an eye on the bills of the girl, pay any additional amount’
‘ok peter’ after that peter didn’t have much to do. He stopped a mugging and had a Taco, it was around 10:30 that he decided to go back home when he heard a shriek coming from an alley.
‘Karen where is that voice coming from?’
‘I believe its on the right, third alley’
Peter ran in that direction and he froze in horror, a woman that was shot was laying in a pool of liquid, probably her blood and a man was holding a toddler in his arms while another searched the woman’s purse.
Before he could stop himself peter whispered ‘what have you done?’ the men looked up alarmed, one of them pointed the gun at the toddler while the other pointed one at him.
‘Now now we really hit the jackpot today eh’ one of them said
‘Hands in the air Spiderman or the kid dies’
Peter slowly did what was asked not taking his eyes off of the Guns.
‘Please that lady needs help, Put the kid down and go away I won’t follow you’
One of them was about to say something when the other cut him off ‘of course now we wouldn’t want her to die, how about you take off your million dollar suite and hand it over.’
Peter took a deep Breath, while he could hand over the suite it was nanotech and if it got in the Wrong hands it could create havoc Plus his identity would be revealed.
‘That’s not an option’
‘well then, we’ll just take it our way’.
Peter felt his Spidey sense just as the man shot the first bullet, so while he dodged the first one, he hadn’t anticipated the second goon to join in too.
The first bullet hurt like hell the second felt like a light blow and the third one knocked him down. Peter felt the cold hard concrete and saw the shoes of the men coming closer to him, he could also see that the toddler was at least free but was sitting next to his injured or who knows maybe even dead mother. Karen’s voice was ringing in his ears and his vision was starting to fade.
Who was Karen going to call for help anyways? Happy and may couldn’t help him right now, No one was here, Peter felt truly alone.
Pure adrenaline kept him awake and he just wanted to be done, it was a shame really that he had to go like this before he could find the Person who killed Mr. Stark, he felt horrible for May too she would always blame herself for letting him be spiderman.
One of the goons turned Peter over to look at him. He was trying to take off the suite but Peter knew he wouldn’t be successful Karen will make sure of that. So Peter just looked up at the sky where the moon was visible, he felt at peace. His vision was almost gone when he saw a soft orange light coming his way, he just smiled at the beautiful sight and closed his eyes.
Notes:
Aww Peter :( Don't give up so soon
Chapter 4: The other one
Summary:
Peter meets someone
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The worst part about being Spiderman wasn’t the criminals or staying up late or even lying to the people he loved, it was waking up after passing out. It takes a while to get back to your senses and even longer to remember what happened.
Peter tried to focus on his surroundings but every single time his eyes kept shutting trying to lull him back to sleep, Then there was The headache he could feel coming and ofcourse the fact that he definitely wasn’t in his room but the place seemed familiar.
Peter took a deep breath and sat up with a groan, he could feel his left shoulder hurting and tried to open his eyes wider to take in hiss surrounding when he heard a very familiar voice.
‘hello peter, how are you feeling?’
‘Friday? What how did I get here? Wh- What happened?’
‘Peter you got in a fight and were injured, don’t worry you should be able to remember soon’
Friday didn’t answer his first question, so peter asked again this time more urgently.
‘Friday How did I get here?’
Friday didn’t say anything for a while and peter was starting to feel uneasy so he asked again.
‘I’m afraid I don’t have the permission to tell you yet’
Okay there was definitely something wrong here. Peter looked around he was in the Med bay of the old avengers tower there was no sign of activity there and Friday was acting weird, something was definitely going on and peter didn’t want to find out what when he could barely stand.
Peter braced himself and got off the bed when Friday urgently warned Peter to get back on the bed as he was risking opening up his wounds again but he didn’t care, his instincts were almost never wrong so he limped towards The emergency exit, the stairs, knowing Friday wouldn’t let him leave through the elevator.
He could see the door it was so close, his hand reached out for the handle and-
‘Now what do you think you are doing peter’
A chill went down his spine. Peter turned around and looked at a dead man, The man that was walking towards peter worry etched on his face.
‘Stay there don’t come near me!’ peter shouted but the man didn’t stop so peter started to look around and caught a Metal walking stick in his hand. Peter raised it above and shouted again.
‘I SAID STOP!’
‘Ok ok kid, calm down just go back to bed you are not well’
‘Who are you?’ Peter asked, he could feel a panic attack coming so he tried to breathe more but also kept his eyes on the man.
‘You know who I am’ the man said his voice grew a bit colder and so did his eyes.
‘Yea no you are definitely not him so who are you’
‘Pete…I’m tony…’
‘No no he’s gone tell me the truth’
Tony or well his look alike grew quite for a second as if thinking about something and then his whole stance changed like a flip was switched, his stance became more carefree and his face now had a small smile over it.
‘Ofcourse dummy I never said I was the one from your universe. Now you remember me?’
Peter didn’t say anything and didn’t lower the walking stick. The man sighed and continued.
‘Did you forget about me already? Now that’s just sad, I’m the one you contacted remember to say goodbye!’
Peter just stared at him for a minute pretty sure his mouth was open like a fish. He lowered the stick a little bit but not completely remembering the uneasy feeling he got from this tony earlier. The man had the same face and similar scars, he was identical to his tony well maybe not the same but similar.
‘Why are you here?’ He asked feeling tired.
‘Well someone from my universe is here and I need to take him back, he’s not the best guy to be hopping to different universes’
Realization stuck peter, an old memory, Dr. Strange was also after a guy like that a few months, maybe they are the same guy?
‘Has this guy been missing for a while?’
‘Yea some time now, it was only now that I perfected my device to travel the multiverse safely so now here I am’
Peter nodded, he didn’t fully trust the guy but he couldn’t be dangerous or else his spidey sense would have warned him. Peter lowered his stick and put it back on the ground.
‘So you need me to call Dr. Strange to help you out? He was after a guy like that a few months ago as well.’
The man shook his head and said ‘I Don’t want anyone to be involved, It can affect both of our universes, I shouldn’t technically even be here.’
‘Then why did you get me involved’
Tony scoffed ‘Well I couldn’t leave you there in the alley when you were hurt.’
Peter nodded when he felt a searing pain on his shoulder again. He went to massage it when out of nowhere tony was all up in his space, it was inhuman speed.
‘Look kid you opened up your wounds again, c’mon I’ll Patch you up’
Peter walked back to the bed, still a little wary of the man but he just couldn’t help trust him a little. The man held the face of his mentor. Of his Hero the man who had saved him so many times. Peter never thought he would get to talk to him again let alone feel the warmth of his hand on his shoulder.
Tony carefully took off his bandage and while he cleaned his wounds peter bombarded him with questions.
Apparently tony had been here for a week and the man he was after was a runaway. He was trying to lay low and just take the guy and go back home.
‘You know it wont take long for me to find him I’m extremely close to completing my mission’
‘That’s cool tony’ Peter had replied, he was getting tired probably because his body was overworking itself to heal him. It would take a week atleast for the Wounds to completely heal but he will be fine to walk around in a day or two.
‘I should go home now, I’ll come back tomorrow to help you sort this out. Thankyou for helping me.’
Tony just shook his head and said ‘no way you are injured. Call Your aunt and tell her you are at a friend’s place or something’
‘you know my aunt?’ Peter asked suddenly not so tired anymore.
‘Duh I have a peter too’ Right makes sense.
So Peter lied to may and started to feel sleepy again. As if hearing his thoughts Mr. Stark shut the lights off except for one a little far away so it wasn’t totally dark.
Peter felt his eyes getting heavy and his body relaxing when he felt a familiar hand stroking his head, it was the hand of a man who had worked on machinery and fought wars. Peter felt himself smile and the comfortable silence lulled him to sleep.
Notes:
you think this tony is manipulative?
Chapter 5: May is home
Summary:
but Mr. Stark has all the answers.
Notes:
Peter has been at the tower for almost two days.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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‘Hey pete wonna go get some ice-cream?’ ‘Mr. Stark its 12’O Clock where will you find ice-cream at this hour?’ Mr. Stark just rolled his eyes and told him in his most, I do whatever I want whenever I want tone, ‘I’m Tony Stark kid, I’m pretty sure a store that closed ten years ago will open up again if I wanted it to.’ Peter just rolled his eyes but he couldn’t say no to ice-cream so they went out on their little quest for Ice-cream.
In the end they had to buy it from a grocery store, The cashiers face had been priceless and peter got to tease Mr. Stark a little bit as they couldn’t find any open Ice-cream Parlours.
It was surprisingly one of the best Ice-creams peters ever had. Maybe it was due to the fact that they had to travel all over New York for One hour in search for Ice-cream or maybe it was because Tony and peter sat on the roof of a motel for the next 30 minutes Gushing about a show they both were watching and some bad guy tony was after. The green blue light from the banner of the motel was shining over Tony’s face as he was laughing and Peter was Happy too. He felt relaxed and satisfied with his life.
Peter still remembers the Ice-cream they had that night Chocolate chip and Mint brownie in fact he can still after so many months recall almost every small detail of that night Afterall It was one of the last moments Peter had spent with tony.
It had been Two days since this other Tony saved Peter. He was still not well, his wounds were healing slowly but sadly not fast enough for him to go back to being Spiderman. In these two days he had requested to meet May only once and even at that Tony had freaked out saying he can’t go, that he’d get hurt and all the usual overprotective behaviour, it reminded him a bit of his tony but he wasn’t this pushy, well Peter never Got this hurt under his care either so maybe that’s just how Tony’s across the universe are, weirdly overprotective.
The thought had made him smile a bit and he had promised Tony to be back in a while and would pack a bag so he can stay longer. Tony booked a cab for him cause of course he did.
Peter told may that he was staying at Ned’s place for one or two more nights, She was reluctant at first but then Peter had to use the big guns and said he could sleep better there, it made him feel guilty to lie to her like that but he had no choice he couldn’t leave that tony alone.
The moment The two hour mark was up he got a text from an unknown number saying that his cab will be there in five minutes so he better say his goodbye or whatever and be downstairs. Weird wording but Peter didn’t dwell on it too hard.
‘Bye May!’ Peter announced and had almost shut the door when May called for Peter to wait. She came out her eyes looked soft and she had a small smile on her face.
‘Take care Peter and don’t stay awake for too long’ Peter nodded and may gave him a quick hug but just as she was moving away he pulled her back in for another. He suddenly felt sad, he was injured and tired but here he was, going from one place to another, he didn’t want to go back to the tower.
May is Home He would heal the best with her around. He couldn’t will his own body to move away from May and go to the tower, just tonight he wanted to stay here with her and he would help the other tony Tomorrow. That guy can wait, He has been waiting for so long he can wait another night.
‘May I don’t wonna go.’ He mumbled.
‘That’s fine Peter, but are you feeling unwell?’
He shook his head and whispered ‘I just want to be with you’
May just laughed a little ‘ok Peter lets go back in I’ll make you a nice dinner’
‘I larb you may’ Peter said softly. ‘I Larb you too Peter’ May replied while ruffling his hair.
Peter sent a quick text to the number from before telling Tony to cancel the cab and that he would meet him the next morning. Thank god it was summer vacation or all this would have gotten even more complicated.
Peter Left His phone on his bed and then went to help may with the dinner. They had Pasta That night and a little ‘extra’ toasty garlic bread, They even had some leftover ice-cream. It was great and Peter already felt so much better. It was like he had been holding his breath since he got injured and could finally breathe again.
Peter wished May a good night and entered his room. He was just getting comfortable in his bed when he felt his phone vibrate, when did he turn off the volume? Oh well. He opened his phone and was greeted with 120 freaking Texts and 20 missed calls all from a single number. He almost thought that the other tony had gotten into some trouble when he read the texts. Starting with- ‘Why?’ ‘come back’ ‘you’re injured’ and the latest text said ‘YOU BETTER REPLY RIGHT NOW OR I WILL COME TO YOUR LITTLE APPARTMENT TO GET YOU.’
Peter could literally feel his mouth left hanging open. What just happened. What. Then there was another text ‘ok I’m coming to you’ That broke his chain of thoughts. He replied ‘no don’t come here are you crazy you are supposed to lay low. I was just feeling tired so I didn’t want to make another round back so soon.’ Peter didn’t know why he had to even explain himself but he had to defuse the situation somehow. Jeez man over a hundred messages in a span of two and a half hours.
Then his phone Vibrated again, an incoming call, he sighed and picked it up.
‘you promised me you’d be back in Two hours and now you won’t be back for the whole night?’ Tony whisper shouted it was like he was trying to control his anger. ‘yeah well you said it yourself I need to heal so I’m healing here at my home.’ Peter explained. Tony was breathing hard on the other end so peter continued ‘I’ll see you tomorrow ok? It’s just one night’ then there was a quick response ‘Right’ and just as peter was hanging up he could have sworn he heard a loud noise from the other end like some glass breaking but the call was cut before he could decide if he misheard it or not. He probably did.
So peter just sat in his bed for a while, going over the entire situation. The Tony in the tower right now was a stranger but he was also familiar. Peter trusted his word but he could also be biased.
He looked at his phone lying beside him, so many texts and calls over nothing. He has Dr. Strange’s phone number, he can call him right now and he will probably pick up and once Peter tells him about the situation he will get involved, but there could be negative effects of this what if their universe collapses or some dangerous thing like that he had no knowledge of how Multiverse travel worked. He can’t risk it. So he just sighed and laid down to sleep. His favourite activity to do really.
Sleep didn’t come easy to him that night there was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that was spreading all over his body tingling and irritating it was bothering him and begging him to see, see something? But what? what was he missing? He just laid there and kept staring at his ceiling. He should clean it more often. Ha what is he even thinking.
What is he supposed to do? What is the right thing to do?
Sometimes in moments like this he missed his tony, if he was Here he would just know what to do and what to say. Hell Peter wouldn’t even have get involved. Mr. Stark had answer to every problem, he was brilliant, and he was there for him, for peter a boy from queens with nothing but some superpowers by luck.
A tear slipped from his left eye, then another from right. He missed tony, so much, and the worst Part was another tony was there not far away from him waiting for Peter to join him.
Something held him back though, something told him his tony was not here anymore, it was not him there in the lab waiting to welcome Peter but his heart just wanted to call the other tony for comfort, for advice. But he just laid there in the quite lull of the night, tears giving him company and memories Joined in for comfort.
Life can Play really cruel jokes sometimes and he just couldn’t bring himself to laugh.
Notes:
soo........ Thoughts?
Chapter 6: Same Person
Summary:
Peter goes back to the tower
Notes:
English is not my first language so please don't mind my vocabulary. Anyway I will edit the entire fic once it's complete.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Peter Woke up feeling groggy the next morning. His eyes were red and it took even him a minute to recognise it was him Infront of his bathroom mirror and not some doppelganger. His hair was not cooperating and he felt like shit. It irritated him to even have to step out of his bed let alone his home and go to the tower, but he didn’t really have any options.
There was already a text on his phone telling him to be at the tower before 12 and that a car was waiting for him downstairs. How was This tony even be able to arrange so many Cabs without it getting suspicious?
Peter took a bath and changed into new clothes. May had already left for her shift at the Hospital but had made peter some breakfast. It tasted like cardboard probably because he really wasn’t in the mood to eat, and definitely not because may was bad at cooking, definitely. So he just put the leftover in the fridge and took his little backpack from yesterday with his extra change of clothes and left.
Why did going to the tower feel like such a chore, as if it was draining energy from him? Maybe his injuries were more serious than he had anticipated.
True to his word tony had arranged a cab that was waiting outside for peter. The driver didn’t say much just confirmed his name and destination. The car ride was extremely boring, there was some traffic and the radio was broken. Peter rested his face against the cool glass window. It gave him a soothing feeling like an ice pack. He was so out of the zone he didn’t even feel when the car came to a stop. He rushed out of the car and offered to pay the fair but the man grumbled something about already paid ride.
The tower stood in all its glory and Peter took the secret entrance to the Penthouse. It amazed him how much his life had changed. Just a week ago he was strangely desperate to say goodbye and get some closure by talking to tony, a different one yes but tony nonetheless but now another tony was here in the tower so close to him. It was strange really.
Peter sighed and entered an elevator, Friday greeted him and he told her to take him to wherever tony was.
Just as the door of the elevator opened he was greeted with Tony’s face looking at him intently.
‘what?’ he asked
‘Kid you look like shit. Are you on drugs or something.’
What. ‘what do you mean?’
‘Look at you, Your eyes are all read and your hair’s all messy.’ Tony paused for a second and raised an eyebrow and asked ‘Did May do something? Why are you like this?’
‘No man I just didn’t sleep well last night’ Tony didn’t ask further and just went in the direction of the lab and silently indicated peter to follow him.
The sight in front of him was definitely not something that he expected. A glass orb like structure was standing in the middle of the lab. He could see a small panel with a screen and a few switches in the middle of the orb. There was also a little gate on one side of the orb, probably to allow entry?
‘Mr. Stark what is this?’ He could literally hear the wonder in his voice, and the oncoming smirk on Tony’s face. ‘This kid is a wonder of science, a device that allows me to Hop from universe to universe. Pretty sleek right.’
He literally felt like a kid on Christmas morning. He got closer to the device too afraid to touch it. ‘wow, It’s awesome….how does it work?’ ‘That I cannot tell you’ He quickly turned around and met Tony’s eyes, ‘why?’ He asked sounding offended, it wasn’t like he was going to go around abusing the technology.
Tony probably sensed his thoughts because he smiled a little and explained himself ‘It isn’t that I don’t trust you, just this is a very dangerous technology to know of, it will put you at risk.’ Peter frowned a little, ‘Aren’t you at risk too? You seem fine to me’ Tony just laughed at that but didn’t reply. It was extremely demeaning, like he was just a little kid and not a literal superhero. Peter just huffed though this guy will be gone in a while anyway no need to get all worked up over him.
‘so how’s the progress?’ Tony who had turned his back to peter by now and was busy tinkering with a little device turned around looking confused. ‘what?’ ‘I asked how’s your progress? The guy you were after, you close?’
‘Oh yeah real close’
‘How much longer do you think it will take?’
‘I don’t know, anyway you feeling better?’
Right he was injured. It was strange how only now Tony had asked him about it, considering he was freaking out yesterday.
‘yea I’m feeling better, should be healed in two or three days.’
‘Great’
After that Peter just awkwardly stood in the middle of the lab for a few minutes. What was he supposed to do now?
‘You wonna help me out with this device I’m working on?’ Tony asked.
Peter perked up at that and joined tony on his work bench. It was nice really, it reminded him of his time with his tony, Lab days and Pizza nights. He could feel himself smiling.
‘If I knew this would make you so happy I would have asked before’ Tony teased him but peter just rolled his eyes and they started working on some nano tech suite tony was planning to create.
It was a few hours later that Peter felt His tummy grumble and as if on que Tony joined him in his embarrassment.
‘well I guess it’s time for a break. Friday what time is it?’
‘4:30 Boss’
Peter Whipped his head to look at the clock and sure enough it was 4:30 already. He sent a quick text to may telling her he was staying with Ned and then turned to tony.
‘So how are we going to get food, we can’t order in, it will get suspicious.’ Peter asked.
‘We’ll go out of course’
Right. So obvious right. What happened to laying low?
‘Are you sure? I can just go and get us something.’
‘nah kid you’re stuck with me now.’
Peter just rolled his eyes at that. And so they went out to eat, Mr. Stark used a device that changed his facial features just enough for people to not recognize him.
They had some Thai food at a local restaurant and tony told him about his life in his universe. He’s involved in Politics there and is surprisingly not dating Pepper in that universe and actually had laughed at mere suggestion of it. He had also carefully avoided the discussion of his own peter and only said ‘He’s been gone on a vacation for a while, will be back soon’ oh well whatever.
It was nice having dinner like this and just talking. The restaurant had a really nice vibe and the food was great. Peter’s wounds didn’t ache anymore either.
After the bill was paid and they were out of the restaurant Peter suggested they take a walk to look around the city, it was boring to just stay holed up in the lab all day.
They were goofing around and laughing when Peter saw a little grocery store On the side of the road. His heart stopped it was the same one he and Tony had visited a few months ago when all was well. As if sensing his discomfort the other tony asked him What was wrong and he looked above to meet the man’s eyes and asked ‘wanna get some ice-cream?’
‘Sure kid let’s go’
And so in they go. They both ordered their ice creams and Peter insisted they go up to the roof using the emergency exit. There was a light breeze and the weather was getting cooler. Peter and Tony sat on the edge and Peter just closed his eyes for a few minutes and then quietly whispered,
‘Me and Tony came here for ice-cream once….The weather was a little colder though but apart from that everything's the same’ ‘Yea?’ ‘Yea even our freaking ice-cream orders are the same’
Tony didn’t say anything but put his arm around his shoulder and pulled him a bit closer as if to give comfort.
‘I Tried telling myself you guys are not the same but You are, you guys are so similar’ Peter could feel a few tears that had escaped and were dripping onto the concrete below.
‘I am also Tony Stark just like he was, we might not be the same but we are both tony.’
‘Yea…you both are Tony…same name same face’
‘And we both Love you Peter’
Peter said nothing but in his mind he knew exactly what his reply was..... I love you too Tony
Notes:
are they really different or same?
Chapter 7: Hello Strange-r
Summary:
Just breakfast......just breakfast.....
Chapter Text
Peter woke up with a full night’s sleep after a very long time. He felt great like He could finally start to function again like a normal human being and not a sad sack of potatoes.
Peter entered the kitchen in search of food that he and tony had bought to the tower yesterday and was sorting some cans When he heard footsteps coming his way and turned around to see tony. He had a bed head and looked just about ready to go back to sleep.
‘Good morning Mr. Stark!’
‘Well someone's a morning person, can’t be me’
He laughed a little and said ‘well a good night’s sleep will make anybody a morning Person’
Tony just smiled and peeked at the little food stash next to him.
‘wonna have some pancakes pete?’
‘sure, here I’ll take out the pan you prepare the batter’
After that they just fell into a silent rhythm, Tony was making the pancakes peter took out the jam and maple syrum and was just filling two glasses with orange juice when Tony told him to sit down and he’ll serve him his pancakes. It was so domestic and the situation made him smile, it was so much like the old times.
‘oh tony I don-’ ‘don’t like too much butter, I know’ tony continued for him. Right tony has a Peter too, he didn’t like butter either huh.
‘eat up’ Tony said as he set his plate down in front of him and left to make more, Peter told Friday to turn on the TV and switched it to a news channel. It was the usual morning news, updates about some celebs life and their soon to be baby. Tony Joined him on the table and was having his breakfast too.
‘Tony who is that guy you are after, what did he do?’
Tony looked up like he was thinking about it and then said ‘well he ran away isn’t that enough of a reason, it’s dangerous to hop universes like that’
‘isn’t he a bad guy?’
‘I suppose he is’
Huh.
‘Tony how close are you to catching him?’
‘Very close just a day or two’
Peter felt a familiar ache in his heart, once the guy was caught Tony would leave and there’s nothing he could do to stop him. He probably had a look on his face because tony suddenly asked, ‘Hey why the sad face?’
‘Well you’ll leave then and just you know I’ll miss you I guess’
Tony just stared at him, a thoughtful look on his face, he was assessing peter as if trying to find answer to some question and when he didn’t get it, he looked down at his lap and then straight at peter and asked ‘Do you want to come with me?’
‘what?’
Tony took a deep breath and elaborated. ‘you can join me, come with me to my universe, You will have a tony and I will have you’
‘Tony what are you even talking about you already have your peter?’ He was starting to laugh a little, what kind of joke was this? But then he watched as tony’s eyes started to widen and he had the look of a desperate crazy man. He leaned into peter a little bit and whispered.
‘That’s the problem, I don’t have my Peter!' Tony was fuming leaning in closure, suddenly his brown eyes didn’t look brown anymore, they were black, pure black. Peter was starting to have a splitting headache and for some reason it felt like something was trying to come onto the surface of his skin but was being pushed down. It took him this long to even register what tony had just said.
‘Tony did you two have a fight? I don’t understand I-’
‘He’s dead God damnit!’
And just like that all the strength seemed to have left Tony’s body He looked tired and was holding his head while breathing hard. In that moment all Peter saw was a broken man, he was hurt and mourning just like Peter. His Peter was gone and now he was feeling attached after meeting him.
He leaned closer to tony and put his hand on his shoulder to try and give him comfort, the News in the background kept them company and a single tear threatened to fall off of Tony’s eyes.
‘Tony it’s ok you can cry but you should also know I can’t come with you.’
Tony met his eyes and he looked Angry this time, again he could feel the headache coming back for some reason.
‘Why? Why can’t you come with me? That way we will both have each other back it’s a win-win’
Peter scoffed at the absurd suggestion and then shook his head, ‘Tony you are grieving right now, I get it but I am not your Peter’
Just as soon as the words left his mouth Tony stood up from his chair and looked down at Peter and whispered ‘What are you talking about Pete? You are sitting here right in front of me.’
‘okay you are unstable right now, I’m going back home call me when you calm down’ Peter said as he was getting up from his chair to leave only for Tony to stop him with an iron grip and forcing him to sit back down, Peter felt Panic rise up this shouldn’t be possible, he is spiderman and tony has no super strength yet here they are. how was he doing that?
‘Finish your breakfast Pete, you are not going anywhere’
‘What is wrong with you? Tony you need help, professional help!’ he shouted and tried to shake off Tony’s hand off of his arm that was holding him captive.
Suddenly a thought came to his mind and his blood ran cold and when he tried to shake it off, he just couldn’t. So he tried to control his breathing but still he could feel an upcoming panic attack.
‘Tony There’s no runaway criminal here from your universe is there?’ he whispered softly and tony mimicked him and said,
‘There is a runaway but not a criminal’
‘and who-who is the runaway? You never gave me a name’
Tony just shrugged and said ‘I think it's pretty obvious now, it’s you’
He didn’t even notice when he was on the ground, Huffing for some air that just wouldn’t enter his body. Foreign yet familiar hands were on his shoulders trying to get him to breathe but he had just forgotten how to, the room was spinning, and his body was shaking and out of control, everything was hurting, and it was getting Dark.
Just at the verge of unconsciousness Peter only had one thought in his mind…. that he had been betrayed.
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There was some commotion around him things breaking and people shouting, that’s what Peter came back to. He slowly opened his eyes expecting it to be morning just like When he had gone unconscious, but the sun was almost starting to set, that’s when another realization came to him, The Entire penthouse was in shambles broken glass everywhere and the Glass Panels were broken.
He got up trying to look around and assess the situation when Friday chimed in ‘Peter boss has given you strict instructions to stay down and stay put on the sofa’
Right. Tony, not his Tony he reminded himself had betrayed him, he was a liar and Peter had to get away and call for back-up because whatever this was, was way out of his league, so ignoring Friday he got close to a broken window and checked for his web shooters, they were still here now all he could hope was that no one would accidently see his face but right now leaving this place was priority.
So Peter jumped out of the window and could faintly here Friday just as he left. He landed on his feet on the concrete floor below. Looking around he realized that the area was abandoned as nobody was in sight, probably due to the commotion at the tower. He was even more confused now, what had happened that caised so amny people to leave?
Peter stumbled around trying to find someone or see if somebody needed help when he saw a red cape flying towards him, what? He blinked trying to see if he was dreaming and when he realized he wasn’t he tried to jump on the side out of its way but the cape changed its direction too and wrapped itself around him and flew away with him still inside. Is this how burritos felt?
He was feeling dizzy and was about to throw up when the cape came to a stop and dropped him inside of a huge house with big stairs and red carpets, That’s when Peter realized he was at the Sanctorum. He had been here before just once to be exact, but one does not forget a place like this.
‘Peter What have you done!?’ Peter turned around to see a fuming Dr. Strange but all he could say was a silly ‘Hi?’
Notes:
I wonder what happened 0.0 any guesses?
Chapter 8: Yikes.....
Summary:
Peter's in for hell of a rollercoaster.
Notes:
Something-something happened. and please do tell me if it's getting confusing.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Even superheroes have fears, He has some too, losing may, his friends, tony, not being able to save someone, some of these became reality while others well they remain in his heart forever, they keep him awake at night and makes it hard to go back to sleep, but this this nightmare was something that had never even occurred to him.
‘What do you mean he took me away two years ago!?’
‘Peter calm down just breathe okay?’
‘I cant calm down, Please strange tell me what happened’ Peter pleaded but Strange just told him to calm down again and when he didn’t budge strange sighed and finally relented.
‘Just it’s not going to be easy okay? but don’t let this send you into a panic, we had a plan and we have to go through with it so we can’t have your mind all over the place.’
Peter just nodded, he was sitting on a chair now and Stephen was crouched in front of him, as if he was talking to a child. Stephen continued, ‘Peter almost three years ago this other tony came to our universe-’ ‘Three?’ Peter cut in, ‘I thought you said he took me two years ago?’ ‘Yes he was here three years ago peter, His son had died and he was on the lookout for one exactly like him and I think you made the cut, I found out he was planning a little abduction and tony, your tony joined me to make him leave but that guy killed him’
Peter’s breath hitched, his Lungs hurt, the guy he had started to trust was the one that had killed his mentor? That guy was looking to replace someone with his dead son, wasn’t peter the same? He had almost replaced his mentor with his killer too. Just because they looked the same? Wait-
‘How can he replace me with his son? I don’t even look like him?’
‘How would you know parker? Multiverse is strange somewhere out there you happened to be his son’
Right.
‘so what happened then? After Mr. Starks funeral? He just waited two months to contact me?’
Strange shook his head and said ‘No, I had sealed him out of our world before the funeral’
‘Then what happened?’ Peter cut in to ask and strange gave him a look and warned peter, ‘Don’t cut in when I am speaking’
Peter looked down feeling a little embarrassed it wasn’t a great feeling to be so out of the loop but he mumbled an apology and gestured strange to continue.
‘Well The spell I used was that he was so that he could never find our world but there was a little condition in there, unless someone from our world Makes contact first.’
Peter felt dread overcome his body, he felt like throwing up, he had done it he was the one who had made contact with that tony. He had doomed himself and his world and not just that but also wasted Mr. Stark’s sacrifice. As if sensing his discomfort Stephen placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
‘Don’t feel guilty I suspect it wasn’t your fault anyway he had a chip installed in your neck, It had influenced your actions.’
Strange waited for peter to respond this time and peter asked as if to confirm his theory ‘The nightmares I was having and those weird dreams?’ and strange nodded, ‘Yes including taking away your senses that warned you of danger.’ ‘That explains the migranes.’ Strange just hummed.
‘so what then? He just took me away?’
‘Well I did try to defend you but I was a little too late’
‘and now it’s been two years? Just like that? What happened in that time? Also are we even in our own universe right now?’
‘sadly I am not aware of your time in captivity Peter but we did make contact one year into it and that’s when we planned something and Yes you are in your own world right now you were able to come back two days ago.’
‘right so what exactly did we plan?’
There was a loud crash outside, Strange turned around and went into a defensive pose, his hands were raised and a yellow orange light was beginning to emit from his hands. He was in mood for battle. It was only now that peter realised he was shaking a little. His hands were not in control and a splash of cold icy fear was overtaking him.
‘Dr. Strange what was the plan what am I supposed to do?’
Strange Turned his head just enough to meet his eyes ‘I am afraid I don’t have enough time to explain that to you parker but I believe in you, and my only advice to you is to only ever believe yourself.’
And with that the gates of the sanctum burst open, Off the hinges and splattered wood on the ground. And as the dust settled in a silver foot stepped inside and strange tightened his stance even more.
‘You are not welcome yet you dare step a foot in here’ Strange commanded.
A sly familiar yet pure evil voice replied ‘Well I will leave once my son is done with his little tantrum’ Tony was here, A silver suite fully came into his view, It Held no emotion yet its eyes were enough to warn one of the incoming doom.
‘Tony he is not your-’
Stephen never got to finish that sentence as tony shot his repulser at him, Stephen dodged and attacked him right back and while he was holding his own against tony, strange looked Tired and exhausted whereas the suite just stood there looking bored and every once in a while it would look at peter trying to meet his eyes.
When a bad blow landed strange into a bookshelf Peter tried to join in but his body refused to cooperate and would not budge. Another blow landed strange near the staircase that was in the middle of the building, The Red carpet was stained with an even darker red and This time instead of getting up strange just laid there hurt and breathing hard.
Peter gathered his courage and willed himself to move. He picked Up a wooden slab and Threw it at the Shiny suite. As it turned around Peter ducked down and crawled to Stephen. He looked to be in a really bad condition, his eyes were almost shut, he was almost unconscious.
‘No, no, no hey Stephen please no, I don’t understand anything here please, please sir, I don’t Know what is happening.’ He shook his body trying to keep him afloat when an almost bored voice interrupted him.
‘you done now kid? We have to go’ Tony said as he stepped out of the silver suite. Peter ignored him and tried to stop the bleeding from a wound strange had.
This time even more irritated Tony reached out to peter but he swatted his hand away and tried to move away, ‘okay kid I am done being patient.’ This time Tony grabbed his hand and quite literally dragged him away from strange.
Tony snatched his hair up and made him look in the direction of where the silver suite was standing and was pointing it’s hand towards a now fully unconscious strange. Realization struck him like truck kun.
‘You see kid this is what happens when you disobey’ Peter tried to move away from the man tried to make him let go but his grip on his hair only tightened, finally accepting defeat he faced the scene in front of him again and used one last tactic ‘Tony please, leave him be I’m sorry this won’t happen again I-’
A loud Blast silenced the room, and then peter was shouting, wailing even, Strange was dead. Just like that. Peter closed his eyes Trying to look away but the scene kept playing in his head.
Two strong arms held him till he could no longer shout and softly whispered in his ear, almost lovingly, ‘Look you made me hurt you son, Now let’s go back home, It’s getting late or do you wonna blast some more people off?’
Peter said nothing just shook his head, even though Peters mind had no recollection of the past it was like his body still remembered, don’t fight this man, don’t say no to him. Ever. So Peter just got up, stumbling a little and went outside with tony still holding his shoulders in a tight grip.
On the side of the road there was a pile of concrete and under it Peter could see a blue shield with a motionless hand over it. Peter just knew who the shield belonged to, there was no mistaking who this was.
The last of his will had just died, and he couldn’t even will himself to cry, he was on some old trained auto pilot that he didn’t remember, don’t argue just obey, Don’t cry it’s better that way………
Notes:
sooo did you miss the truck kun cameo? also hehe I didn't want this fic to show what usually happens in these stories so now we are in the future. again if there is any confusion do tell me so I can improve and edit.
Chapter 9: Consequences
Chapter Text
‘what exactly were you trying to do?’
‘huh?’
‘I asked what the Fuck were you trying to do!?’
Peter Just stared at tony unmoving, what was he supposed to say? Apparently not saying anything was the wrong answer because the slap that he got for that brought him back to reality. He felt tears surface in his eyes threatening to fall off and all he could do was bring his hand to his face trying to cool off the stinging pain.
‘Peter I’ll ask you one last time before I’ll have to do something you won’t like’ Tony hissed from where he was standing above him. Peter tried to make himself invisible on the chair he was sitting on but when that didn’t work he tried to collect his thoughts. Again how does one explain his situation? He doesn’t remember anything and this man cannot be trusted.
The second slap came before he could form a sentence. Peter looked up at the man above him, his dark dark eyes, no emotions were visible on his face but his eyes had a fury in them that peter had no energy to face nor was he brave enough. Tony raised his hand again preparing for another slap when peter yelled, ‘STOP’ he took a deep breath and ‘Please stop tony-’ Peter felt another slap on his face this time some tears did slip off and it became a little bit harder to breathe.
‘Peter why are you being so disrespectful? I am your father, you don’t say my name like that.’
He didn’t even think over what those words meant, what this disgusting man was implying, instead peter felt like a little child, unable to explain his side of the story.
‘Pl-Please to-dad please I don’t remember, I don’t understand.’ He was full on sobbing now, Fat tears falling off and him having a hard time to take a full breath. His voice broke when he spoke again ‘ I have no memories I-’
Before he could continue tony pulled him closer and let Peter’s head rest on his tummy as he slowly patted his head and back trying to give him comfort perhaps, but all peter could think of was how these were the hands that built the suite that killed Dr. Strange how this is the man who hurt or maybe even killed Captain America. Yet Peter held on to the man’s tee shirt failing safer there than having to face that violent man again.
‘Friday scan Peter tell me are there any signs of head trauma?’ a minute later Friday responded ‘Boss there are no signs of head trauma but There are signs of a memory erasing device.’
‘Do you think The people from his universe erased his memories? Did they hurt him?’ ‘No boss I am inclined to believe that the technology was from our universe since they are not advanced enough yet…which means young boss might have done this to himself’
Peter felt his breadth hitch and at the same time tony pulled away and pulled his face up, he inspected him for a moment and Peter did everything in his power not to shake the cold hand off.
‘Peter what is the last thing you remember? You have to be honest or I will know.’
‘That day when we were having breakfast, when you told me there was no runaway’ when tony said nothing and just stared at him, he felt a cold chill creep up his body, it took him a second to even recognize it as fear, ‘I am sorry please, I won’t do this again please’
‘Pete you don’t even remember what you did….Two years of memory gone just like that’ Tony paused for a minute and tightened his grip on Peter’s face ‘The consequences for this plus you coming back to this universe will be severe whether you remember or not’
And with that tony instructed Friday to open up the portal back home, apparently in the two years his memory was gone tony had perfected multiverse travel. Tony had an iron grip on his arm as he dragged him towards the strange portal, away from his home away from his friends and the people he loved, Peter looked back at his home one last time but was only met with the sight of The silver suite standing in the middle of the Pent house staring at peter leave, unmoving and still, why wasn’t it coming with them?
‘why isn’t the suite coming with us….hey tony why isn’t it coming with us!?’ Peter tried to pull back, something was wrong here, something bad was about to happen, but tony didn’t care about his protests he just dragged peter towards the orange and pink portal, and as they got closer peter got even more desperate ‘Tony! Dad please tell me why isn’t it coming with us!?’
Suddenly Tony turned around, a small smile slowly crept up his face, he looked like absolutely unhinged that way, which he probably actually was.
‘This my son is your punishment ofcourse’
‘Leaving that here? How is it going to solve anything?’
‘It will when you know 20% of the population will be wiped off from this world now and the rest will be executed if you ever set a single foot here ever again’
He didn’t even know when he started screaming, pushing trying to push the man away as he tried to control him, when that didn’t work he tried to bargain ‘Please dad Please you can hit me punish me please I won’t do this again I promise just don’t do this please dad’ But tony didn’t listen he just pushed him towards the portal and he felt his body shake a little and just like that in a blink of an eye he was on the other side.
Peter tried to push himself to go after the closing portal to stop that thing but two hands held him back and the portal disappeared into the thin air. Peter turned around to stare at the man, he wanted to argue again tell him to punish him instead to kill him if he wants but why spill the blood of innocent, in his heart he knew no begging could ever work even then he still naively whispered ‘Please-Please tell That thing to stop…please I won’t do anything stupid again’
Everyone has a soul a conscience, If he promised to be obedient maybe the man would listen? He probably didn’t even want to kill himself either, yes that’s it! Just-
‘I can’t do anything about it though….’
‘what do you mean? we can go back and tell the suite to-to stop’
‘Peter come on don’t be this way you are too smart to not understand…..you know it takes four to five days worth of time to travel between universes…for us it’s a blink of an eye but…’
Tony didn’t need to continue that sentence…..it’s already been so many days.. Tony’s suite was strong enough to easily fight Dr. Strange…. All those people…. Holy shit those people…
‘yea pete can’t say you didn’t have some hand in those deaths. I didn’t want to do it, much, but consequences are necessary’ Tony said, in a tone one would use when discipling a child… but peter wasn’t a child he should be a little over sixteen now if it’s been two years.
Peter became spiderman to save lives but- God he couldn’t even wrap his head around it 20% meant over 1.5 billion- billion people. His breathing had stopped and tony caught him before his head hit the floor. He could feel a light pain in his chest and it was like he had started floating, rising even, hopefully far far away from this world.
Notes:
I just want to say I have so much respect for all the writers who are able to write dark tony so flawlessly. I could never XD, even this was so difficult to write, like how do you make a man seem absolutely despicable. anyway new chapter! Also did you notice how Peter doesn't like to be treated like a child....
Chapter 10: Heart attack
Chapter Text
A familiar beep of a heartbeat monitor was what brought peter back to reality, a rough hand on his arm, low sound of someone snoring lightly. He opened his eyes, expecting to be met with a harsh hospital light but all he saw was a dim one just enough to light the room properly while also being comfortable to him. He looked to his right to see tony sleeping on a chair, slumped over, his hand touching peter’s arm and his head touching his leg.
Peter smiled at the soft sight when his memory of tony’s mass murder caught upto him and hit him straight in the head. He felt his breathing hitch and tried to move away from the man but the heartbeat monitor was beeping too loud, BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP-
The hand that was previously just slumped over his arm harshly grabbed him and tony looked up frantically and bloodshot eyes met his, ‘Pete god you dummy’ Tony moved closer to peter and captured him in a tight embrace and when peter tried and failed to push him away tony just held on tighter. His breathing was harsh and he was constantly petting Peter’s head and back as if making sure he was really there.
‘Leave me alone, you are a killer! Leave!’
‘Calm down, Peter! Peter! I lied ok? I am sorry I-’
‘What? So you didn’t order the suite-’
‘No-no I-I didn’t, it was just an intimidation tactic!’
‘Why are you telling me this now!? You liar I don’t believe you!’
‘You had fucking heart attack! I have no option but to tell you!’
What? Peter looked around the room, tony was still holding him but he could still see a few machines other than the heartbeat monitor around, they were intimidating and serious. A heart attack? No wonder he had felt a sudden pain in his heart when he had collapsed earlier.
‘I didn’t kill 20% of the people of your planet that day peter, please just breathe’
So Tony lied…..he lied, no one was dead…..except some, the ones he had seen die with his own eyes, Yet he couldn’t bring himself to care, much, in comparison two seemed so insignificant to possibly billions.
‘God pete I was terrified.’ Tony kissed his forehead and peter could see a few tears forming in the man’s eyes. It was a wonder to him that a murderer like that could cry.
‘So now what?’
‘what do you mean peter?’
‘I don’t know what you want for me to do from now on? I don’t have any past memories…’
‘Right, Pete for now you just rest okay we will start your tuition and other classes again in a week, it will all go back to how it was before.’
‘and what, you just expect me to just follow your little game of house?’
Suddenly all the warmth left tony’s body, it was a totally different man and Peter no longer felt as rebellious as before. He was already regretting his words before tony even uttered a word out.
‘I forgot how disrespectful you can be sometimes… Listen Pete I have told this to you before and since you don’t remember it, I will lay out the rules for you again’
Tony Looked peter in the eyes and leaned in to be directly face to face.
‘I am dad, you are my son and you do as I say and I don’t tolerate disrespect, ok?’
When peter didn’t respond tony shook his shoulders and shouted ‘OK!?’
‘Understood’
‘Great good talk, I have some work to do Nat will take a few tests once I am gone’
‘She’s a doctor here?’
‘she is whatever I tell her to be, now take a rest peter’
Tony was almost out of the room when peter asked him one last question ‘Aren’t you going to get my memories back? It shouldn’t be hard for you.’
Tony turned and looked at him, he smiled softly ‘The past few years have been tough peter, I want us to be like before, I believe it’s a chance at new beginnings’
With that tony left the room, how was it just a minute ago he was laying out strict rules and next he was talking about changing. How could a person be something once and then do a complete 180 the next. He was no psychologist but there was an underlying issue with the psyche of that man, it was brimming and bubbling on the surface and even a single trigger sends it flying all over the place destroying everything in it’s path.
Peter laid his hand over his heart, he had a heart attack, probably because of the lie tony had told him, there was a chance he was just lying now since he had such a severe reaction but peter didn’t even want to consider it. Ignorance is a bliss most welcome when you have no power to change the situation.
He laid his head on the pillow and took deep breaths, soon the heart beat monitor was back to normal, outside peter could see the city, like back home this city was also full of tall skyscrapers but unlike his city this one was more cold in a way? It was sleek but didn’t look lived in, unlike his New York this one was more planned, he could tell each building somehow made the other look more majestic and in the middle of all this was his fortress, his little prison and he has no idea what to do or how to react.
Nobody is on his side and if they are well he has no idea if they are lying or not. He is truly alone now. Another question plagued him, who took his memories, not Tony that’s for sure and according to Friday he did it to himself. Why would he torture himself like this though? Why just why!?
A knock interrupted his train of thoughts, before he could answer the door swung open and in walked a rather familiar face.
‘Hello peter, you are back.’
‘Natasha, so you really are a doctor here?’
‘Wow, did the white coat give it away?’ Natasha snarked back. She moved towards him and took out a syringe from a drawer near him. And then turned to him, ‘Pete don’t try to resist he’s mad enough already we don’t want to cause a scene now do we?’
Peter said nothing but raised his arm instead, silently giving permission to Natasha to do whatever she wanted. It was strange how he was having difficulty disobeying or resisting, it was like in his mind he just knew, just don’t ever resist, this Tony was not one to be merciful. He might have forgotten the past but his subconscious mind remembers.
‘Is it true you don’t remember?’ Nat asked while injecting the syringe in his arm.
‘Yea, now my turn to ask what happened in the past two years?’
Natasha took a few blood samples but didn’t reply instantly then whispered. ‘I don’t have the authority to tell you.’
‘Please, just give me something what happened don’t leave me in the dark!’ Peter said, god even he could tell how desperate he sounded but he needed some info anything. Natasha sighed then met his eyes.
‘well There really isn’t much to the story, You ran away but tony got you back, apparently with no memories.’
‘something-something more must have happened!’
Natsha leaned in to connect an IV to his other arm when she whispered, quietly, 'The walls here can talk, vultures are watching' and just as fast as she had leaned in she was back in her previous place, writing something on the tubes of the blood sample.
There were no words said after that, she just collected her things and as she was about to leave the room, she turned around and stared at Peter, assessing him.
‘You know peter something did happen but not today, or yesterday or even the day before you ran away, drops of water may fill an ocean, you are asking questions only you can answer, only advice I have is, only ever believe yourself.’
Peter just stared at her, only ever believe yourself, Dr. Strange had said the same......
‘Now peter I am getting late, I’ll see you next week when you begin your classes again. Till then goodbye.’
Natasha shut the door before he could ask her anything else. Was she also one of the tutors that tony was talking about? And she and strange had said the same words, it couldn’t have been a coincidence, there is no way, this was not a coincidence, she said that knowingly…
Peter sighed and held his head in his palms, something was going on here, something big, and it is absolutely necessary for him to see the bigger picture.
Peter stared at the city once more the sun was setting, dark overtaking light and while hidden the light never really goes away, it peeks at you in the form of the stars and the moon, little dots to connect that will make a path to guide him home.
Notes:
let's try to see the bigger picture, something big is stirring.
Chapter 11: Other Peter
Summary:
What happened to the peter of this universe?
Notes:
so peter will start getting some answers now, or will he?
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Peter didn’t see tony for the next three days, and while he was glad to not have to deal with that guy his curiosity was also eating him alive, no one was willing to answer any of his questions and he hadn’t seen Natasha either after she took his tests.
‘Peter you can leave the med bay today, remember to not strain your body also due to a few drugs you won't be able to use your powers for atleast a month' before peter could protest cho continued. 'don't worry they will be back, and I’ll get someone to take you to your room.’ Dr.Cho said, she continued checking out some of his reports on a board, she circled the room picking up a few folders she had left laying around when she turned to meet his eyes, ‘Oh and Peter Mr. Stark told me to inform you that he will be back today and will have dinner with you.’ And with that she left the room, leaving no room for a question or an argument.
An hour later a guy with short brown hair and green eyes entered his room, in stark contrast to the gloomy aura of the room the guy was cheerful and loud, normally how peter himself was but right now the guy was getting on his nerves as he continued telling peter about how his pet rat had escaped thus causing him to be late to work….right.
‘So you know it really is not that much of my fault than it is the fault of the rat not that I’m trying to shift the blame or anything, just yea shutting up right now.’
Peter didn’t say anything at first trying to assess the guy, he was chatty but will he give something away?
‘So you are?’
‘oh sorry I didn’t introduce myself, I am Andy, I’m an intern under Dr. Cho and She told me to take you to your room, come on I’ll show you around.’ He signalled for peter to follow him.
As intsructed Peter followed him outside, and while he didn’t remember the place it looked familiar, the hallways, the doors, the couches, it was nowhere near the same as the tower back at his universe but in his mind he knew he had been there before.
Andy took him to the elevator and then up to the main pent house. As peter entered his breath hitched, directly in front of him was a huge wall full of pictures, so many freaking pictures. All of him, strangely there were so many from when he was young. Where did tony get those? Hell there were some with tony, When he was young! Did he edit those? How far gone was this guy?
He took a few deep breaths trying to get his racing heart under control, a warm hand reached for his shoulder, as if to give comfort, peter turned around to ask Andy about the pictures when he came face to face with Tony, the hand was of tony.
Peter jerked back trying to shake off the offending hand. ‘what are you doing here?’
‘Well it is my home as well so where else will I be?’ tony said chuckling, in the background he could see Andy leaving through the elevator, when he saw peter watching him he just waved apologetically and the doors closed, that traitor.
Peter focused back to tony, he looked more relaxed than before ‘I thought you wouldn’t be back before dinner.’ Tony smiled at his statement replied ‘well I wanted to surprise you, and some of my employees told me about a curious little birdie so I am here to answer whatever questions you have.’
‘Really? Anything?’
‘well within reason can’t tell you my nuclear codes’
Peter rolled his eyes and tony just chuckled. Peter liked this version of tony far better, he wasn’t scary this way nor was he hurting someone, but a little voice in the back just warned him to keep his guard up to not let him manipulate him again.
‘come on peter I’ll answer all of your questions while making dinner’ with that tony guided him to the kitchen and made him sit on a stool near the counter as he started taking out vegetables and pans out.
‘Ton-’ one sharp look from tony stopped peter from making a mistake, he wasn’t allowed to say his name, dad only.
‘Why am I here? Just I’m having difficulty comprehending this? And I know your peter parker died but this is extreme.’
Tony leaned against a counter, his back was still turned when he whispered, ‘not a Parker…’
‘what?’
‘he was a stark, my son, and you are him’
‘Did you adopt him?’
This time tony turned to face him, a single tear fell off from his eye, ‘Does it matter? My son the light of my life…..’
Peter frowned, Tony wasn’t answering him properly, ‘How did it happen? You know how did he pass away?’
Tony came closer and leaned in to whispered ‘he didn’t pass away though you are right here peter’. All peter could see in that moment was that this tony, he was delusional, it was like he would have a few minutes of clarity in his mind and will have some perception and acceptance of reality before slipping back into make believe.
‘You said you will answer anything right? Then tell me what happened’ Peter questioned before he could stop himself. Without saying anything tony went back to making dinner, the silence was suffocating and uncomfortable, peter was on the edge of his seat just waiting for the consequences of his words.
Peter observed as tony cut some cucumber for salad, the constant slicing sounded more like a death sentence, it was when Tony finally spoke that woke peter from a weird trance he had fallen into.
‘I will only tell this to you once, because I want things to be different this time around….. My son was good he was a hero, my hero since he was little so kind and I love him so much. After he started high school he wanted to know more about his mother so he contacted his psycho aunt, I- I tried to stop him but he didn’t listen and that bitch killed him! Just like that! Pushed him off a building then killed herself too!’
Tony was crying by now full baby tears he slipped down onto the floor and was clutching his head painfully pulling his hair as if trying to make the situation make sense.
‘And you know what the worst part is peter?’ and before he could say anything tony shouted ‘The fall didn’t kill him! My baby was alive for whole two hours! Just waiting for someone to come rescue him! His autopsy said it was the blood loss that killed him! How is that fair?’
Peter could barely breathe, the other him had died a horrific death and it was obvious that tony was not over it. And the aunt? Could it be? There is no way its her right? ‘Tony the aunt, was it aunt may?’
‘Don’t say the name of that bitch in my House’ tony hissed, he was starting to get worked up now his eyes were wide red but he wasn’t crying anymore, peter could tell he was losing the perception of reality again by the way his body had started to twitch a little and his expression growing less and less vulnerable and more and more as if that of a mad man.
‘It’s not fair, no no so young and gone no not my son’ tony was rambling now he got up from the floor he was continuously shaking his head, it was obvious he was having some sort of attack. Peter could just tell that something had taken away his spider sense otherwise it would be blaring right now warning him of a coming danger.
Peter got off from his stool to get away from the scene, he could feel sweat dripping down his face and a cold hand of fear clutched his heart so tight he could barely breathe.
Tony continued his rambling when he suddenly picked up the knife he had been using earlier, he turned around and started stepping closer to peter.
‘Peter you-you are him right? Peter?’ He knew not to mess with the man right now, give him what he wants.
‘yes dad. Dad put down the knife please you are scaring me’
Tony looked around as if trying to find the knife while still holding the said knife up. ‘What-what knife? Peter why don’t you come closer show me where it is?’
Tony was breathing hard and a creepy smile started to form on his face. Peter felt a few tears drop down his face onto the floor below ‘Dad Please I cant-’ ‘I SAID COME HERE’ Tony shouted and without any more protest peter moved closer to the man, slowly reached his hand out to pry the knife out of Tony’s hand and set it on a counter besides him.
Just as the knife left peter’s hand he was engulfed in a painful embrace, Tony held on tight and all peter could do was try and keep his eyes focused on the knife, afraid that tony will pick it up again and hurt him.
That night after a painfully quite and awkward dinner all Peter could think about while laying in bed was how long will it go on? Will every day be like this? Walking around sharp shards of glass hoping to not step on one? It didn’t seem like a good life. Is that why his past self had erased his own memories to help get over his trauma?
And what about the other peter? His aunt had killed him, really? Somethings just didn’t add up surely there are details missing or tony had just lied like before either way, he was nothing but a replacement here and tony can just as easily replace him as his grief allowed him to replace his dead son.
This is a place where he had to play his cards right one mistake and this man could go haywire and out of control. All peter did that night was toss and turn, he couldn’t look at his new room properly but before but it was spacious, big but empty, lonely even.
There were no stars in the sky that night just thick gloomy clouds to match his mood.
Notes:
first of all sorry for such a late chapter, I was a bit busy for the past few days, sadly future updates will probably be slow as well but I will complete the work.
Also now we know why tony hated peter staying with may in the initial chapters. I feel bad for the other peter, peter stark he had a painful death but trust me there is more to his death than tony let go.
speaking of tony that man is a goner, he's delulu and unpredictable a dangerous combination if you ask me.
see you all in the next update, hopefully you enjoyed the chapter.
Chapter 12: Stench of blood
Notes:
so sorry for such a late update. also idk but maybe a Trigger warning ahead! so be careful.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Life in this world was well, slow to say the least. There wasn’t much he was allowed to do just a few classes one of which was with Natasha where she would teach him history, it was necessary to know about the past of a world to navigate the future. He never studied in those didn’t concentrate why should he learn something when he didn’t want to, Despite his reluctance, Nat was adamant that he focus on his old notes, to atleast take a look but he always demanded she tell him what she had meant at the end when she was leaving and then she would just get quite. It was odd really, peter had a suspicion that she might have been on his side but now her lack of answers just irritated him.
As for Tony peter only saw him for dinner and always felt on edge around him especially after his last outburst. Talking to him had become a game of Russian roulette, when will tony finally snap, what triggers him, what is he thinking?
Despite the depressing situation Peter made an unlikely ‘friend’ a guy named Harley, despite only being 21 years old Harley is teaching peter science, he is a genius really. A crash alerted peter from the project he was working on, he turned around to see Harley had tripped and now there was a lot of cake on his head and none in the plate that was now laying on the floor, right maybe not a genius but definitely an idiot.
‘sorry peter I’ll get us another plate’ Harley said sheepishly, but peter just laughed and helped him clean up. It was nice having someone around who didn’t seem to be in on some grand scheme.
Later that day Natasha was again over his head, pushing him to concentrate and refer to his old notes. ‘Gosh nat what is your fucking problem! I said I don’t want to learn about your stupid world!’
‘well why can’t you listen to me for once! This is important peter, we can’t start from the beginning again, please just listen to me!’ Natasha fumed back at him. ‘why should I huh? You are no one to me, you wouldn’t help me and you never tell me anything about my past why should I listen to you!’
With that he just got up and left, back to his room where he had essentially nothing to do. He huffed frustrated, what kind of life was this? He had no control over anything, it was either do what they say or he gets nothing. There was no affection no understanding nothing. Tony was as unloving as a stone and after the last time he had snapped peter didn’t dare to do anything around the man that he might not like.
Peter huffed and took a few deep breaths, still a tear escaped from his eye, he missed his aunt so much, but he couldn’t even mention her, he wasn’t allowed to. He laid there for hours, on the mattress of his room, trying to sleep but failing. He tossed and turned when his eyes fell on an old stack of notebooks, they were his apparently, his old notes.
Truth was something about them creeped peter out, something in his mind gave him little warnings, like once he opened those a new chapter will begin, a series of events that he will have no more control over. These notebooks were his, they were the only things that were his and only his in this world.
Peter got up, there were four notebooks, the plain brown one was marked as ‘history’ peter lightly brushed his fingers along the seem of the notebook. he took a deep breadth and opened the book and…..nothing? it was empty. Peter turned all the pages as if desperate to find something, he remembers there was supposed to be something written there. What happened? He opened the other three and they had something written in them, the current course material he was studying to be more precise.
He Opened the brown one again, there is supposed to be something here, just what? He was growing even more desperate when a thought suddenly plagued him, what if Natasha was just trying to well, maybe take advantage of his situation? Maybe trying to gain his trust? But how? The notebook was empty? He felt like he was missing something here, just what? He was growing frustrated just like he always did when a memory was on the edge of his mind just there for him to grab and remember but always just a little too out of reach.
The sound of the door behind him woke him from his trance like state, peter looked behind him to see Harley was there to invite him for dinner, dread filled his mind again, the momentary relief that Harley had brought was instantly evaporated with the thought of another awkward and tense dinner with tony.
Peter and Harley were making there way to the kitchen when Harley suddenly stopped peter, he looked nervous and was looking around the dark corridor as if making sure no one was there. He reached out to lay a hand on peter’s shoulders and held his gaze.
‘Pete this is the only place in the tower with no camera’s or microphones to spy on us, listen to me very carefully ok?’ peter nodded and Harley continued, his voice was barely louder than a whisper, ‘Tony’s not in a good mood today, ok? Today’s the death anniversary of the other peter, so just be careful. Don’t provoke him.’ Peter rolled his eyes at that, when was that guy ever in a good mood anyways? ‘Peter don’t say that!’ shit he said that out loud.
‘Trust me you have no idea how much more kind he’s being compared to last time.’ ‘last time?’ A few drops of sweat dripped from Harley’s face to the ground below, he took a deep breath, ‘I shouldn’t be telling this to you peter but when you were here the last time before your memory loss tony wasn’t kind, his tactics were different, something had happened the night you tried to run away and now he’s wary of his old ways.’
Peter stared on the sleek black floor below him, tonight might just kill him, tony wasn’t in a good mood, maybe he should provoke him, then he would finally be able to rest, peter shook the thought away, not like this- not here he wasn’t going to go tonight, not before- before he did something, something that his past self had wanted to do, but what?
Peter thanked Harley for the heads up, peter entered the room alone, he could see tony was cooking something, he didn’t look in a bad mood but peter knew better than to let that give him a sense of false illusion. As peter got closer he smelt a bad stench coming from where tony was standing.
‘Hi?’ tony didn’t respond, right use the magic words, ‘hey dad, what are you making?’ this time tony did turn around, he smiled as soon as their eyes met, but something was seriously wrong with his grin, it was forced in a way?
‘Your favourite toasted mushroom salad with Mexican wraps.’ He’s never even had that dish but sure, why not its his favourite now sure. Peter tried to act excited when the odour hit him again, it was the smell of a decaying rat, maybe a rat died in the vents? ‘Dad I think you should get the vents there’s a weird smell here.’ Tony stopped what he was doing to look up, he scrunched his nose, ‘Nah pete I don’t smell anything but sure I’ll get it checked, can you please set the table?’ ‘yea sure’
Peter moved towards the drawer that held all the cutlery, it was in the middle of the pantry door and the sink, he was getting the spoons out when he dropped one, when he bent down to pick it up he noticed a dark liquid leaking out of the pantry, a jar of cranberry juice had probably over. He opened the pantry door to pick up the jar.
Peter stumbled back, eyes wide he felt like throwing up. Warm hands embraced him ‘Peter stop yelling!’ he was yelling? God who was that? His eyes roamed back at the mutilated body, there wasn’t a decaying rat in the vents it was a human body in the pantry.
‘come on peter, I gave you one task go set the table.’ Peter looked up at tony horrified ‘don’t you see it!?’ without a beat tony again told him to set the table, when peter just stared at him horrified he patted peter on his cheek urging him to get up, that’s when peter noticed the dry blood on tony’s hand.
Peter could feel the adrenaline start pumping in his blood, he was becoming more aware of the situation, it was obvious who is the culprit that did this, and it wasn’t the time for peter to panic. With shaking legs he got up, he didn’t even bother picking up the cutlery he had dropped earlier. He took his time taking out the new set of spoons and knives and table cloths, he took a sneaking glance at the body when peaked at the body again, that’s when he realised who it was, Clint Barton. Peter couldn’t keep looking so he stumbled to the table, god didn’t clint have a family?
Peter was on the verge of a panic attack, the thuck of the plates made him look up, tony was grinning at him like a maniac. ‘You know son, I love you and I always want to protect you, that that man wanted to hurt you! But don’t worry You’re safe now.’ Peter said nothing for a moment, but he knew this was his chance to get more information, ‘what did he do?’ Tony just scoffed at that ‘you are too young to understand, don’t worry about it lets just enjoy dinner.’ Peter almost wanted to give out a snarky remark but the stench of the body kept him in check.
As tony served him dinner all peter could focus on was the dried blood on tony’s hands, the stench of and increasing pool of blood of the body and-and the blood on the wraps, he could literally make out blood stains all over the plates and the wraps, he was going to throw-up.
Peter noticed tony had already started eating, when the man looked up from his plate straight at peter, ‘why aren’t you eating?’ ‘Dad I’m not hungry tonight, I had a snack earlier.’ ‘oh don’t be silly pete! Finish your food.’ Peter gulped, and looked down at the stained food, there was no way he can even take a bite out of it. ‘Dad please, o-or I’ll be sick.’
Peter could visibly see the shift in Tony’s attitude, ‘Who gave you the snack!? Was it Harley!? Friday get Harley he-’ peter jumped up to cut tony ‘wait wait ok-ok don’t be angry I’ll have some ok? I’ll eat’ peter could feel his voice break at the end, he sat back down at looked at the poison like food.
Peter picked up the cold spoon and picked some of the salad from where it was clean, he saw the first tear drop down on his leg before he even felt it. Little sobs escaped him as tried to swallow the salad, Tony had gone back to eating his own food, and the sound of metal clicking against the glass plates took over the suffocating silence.
Peter didn’t even stay for tony to finish his fill. The moment he had complete more than enough salad he was up and out towards his room. He sprinted towards the bathroom and threw up in the toilet bowl, big tears escaped his eyes, clint of this universe was gone just like that and he had probably just consumed some of his blood. Peter felt dirty in a way. He could barely breathe when a pair of hands touched his shoulders, afraid that it tony peter tried to remove them when he realised it was Harley.
‘It’s ok, you are ok, peter breathe please breathe!’ Peter shook his head, he wasn’t ok, he was never going to be ok. Harley tried and failed to comfort him as all he could do was remember the stench of blood and Tony’s evil little smile.
Notes:
very very evil tony. I hope you liked the chapter, please tell me what you think i appreciate each and every comment! :)
Chapter 13: Future is a dream
Notes:
Heh, i updated early this time! please enjoy:) Btw all my chapters have no editing whatsoever so hopefully in the future I will be able to edit and polish these chapters till then you will have to read these raw ones. :p
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Chapter Text
‘Pete do you want me to get you some water now?’ Peter didn’t reply, instead he just stared at the dark sky and the skyscrapers that were visible from his room, the lights were slowly starting to go out, one by one someone would turn off the lights maybe to sleep or close their offices, Peter felt like those lights, his hope was dying down too little by little, he will never be the same ever again, the thought made his head spin, it was painful to think about.
Despite all of this Harley was trying to comfort him, why? What was the point? Harley who was sitting besides him asked more desperately this time, ‘Peter please don’t be like this, here have some water.’ Peter barely spared a glance at Harley when he got up to get a water bottle, instead he kept his focus on the dimming lights. Harley had told him before that tony was being more kind than before, this is kind?
Harley got back two minutes later with some chilled water and handed it to him, peter took small sips while continuing to look ahead……….
‘Peter you know…. you can’t give up right? Don’t loose your spirit just….please talking to me will help, ok?’
‘How will it help Harley? I miss my aun -family, I have no control over my life and every single day here is torture, how is talking going to help? Will that help me go back home?’
It was silent for a while after that, Harley didn’t say anything, what will he even say?
‘I miss my sister too, and my mom and my home’
‘What do you mean? Aren’t they here?’ Harley just laughed at that, ‘god no, one of the conditions to work here is to stay here until your contract is over and if you chose not to renew it then you never get to work here again.’
Huh, ‘when did you start?’
‘Just months before you first came here.’
‘and how long is your contract?’
’10 years’ ‘WHAT?’ Peter turned and just stared at Harley, then slowly turned his head back to look outside, the contract was inhumane.
‘You know I didn’t really have an option, the pay is good, it helps with abby, my sister’s hospital bill, at least I think it does, unless she got discharged or you know something bad happened. But I hope for the best.’
‘That is really noble of you Harley…’
Harley just smiled, he was looking outside too, some light falling on his blond hair, his light brown eyes were shimmering and twinkling like stars, was he crying?
‘How do you deal with it? The loneliness? and the pain of missing them’
‘I like to imagine, one day in the future, I will go to my favourite diner again, Abby and mom will be there waiting for me, Abby won’t be attached to any machines anymore, won’t need to live off of salads anymore and we will all have onion rings.’
Peter smiled, ‘Just onion rings?’
‘Oh yea only onion rings for at least two months’
‘Damn Harley, you are going to cause a nationwide onion shortage’
Harley winked at him, ‘worth it, plus you will be just as guilty.’
‘oh really? Why?’
‘well you will be there too, we’re a family now’
Peter laughed this time, one that wasn’t fake or there to hide his sorrow, Harley’s dream was nice, dream for a better future and maybe your wishes will be heard.
‘Thanks Harley, I will join you for sure, those onion farms will never recover.’
They sat there for what felt like hours and most of the lights had turned off, he knew they will turn on again, they will get back to life the next day, tomorrow, future, it will come he will just have to live in the present until it does.
‘Thanks peter’ Harley whispered out of nowhere
‘why?’
‘You saved my life today, earlier when tony was angry and called for me, I don’t think I’d be here if you didn’t stop him, thankyou really.’
‘You are my friend……ofcourse I helped you.’
‘Pete, whenever you are ready, whenever you feel lonely please talk to me, you are not alone. Talk to me, it will help.’ Peter nodded, he will, when he feels better, he will.
Later that night after Harley left, all peter could do was imagine, may, MJ, ned all the people he loves, one day he will meet them again, one day.
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After that day Peter’s classes went on as usual, peter’s dinner nights with tony continued but instead of cooking himself tony had hired a maid, none of them talked about the incident that had happened but tony looked more lost than before, as if his mind was drifting, sometimes he would act all pleasant, like his real Mr. Stark and sometimes well he was just a man losing grip of reality.
Peter didn’t see Natasha an entire week either. He still waited for her to arrive but she never did.
Today was different though, when peter entered their ‘classroom’ Natasha was there, she had deep bags under her eyes and she just looked, well defeated, Peter could only guess it was due to clint’s passing. Surprisingly today she didn’t say anything about his notes, instead she was teaching him about some civil war that had occurred during Haward stark’s time.
‘I think that’s enough for today peter, I’ll drop you to your room’
‘oh you don’t need to.’
‘it’s ok I’m going that way anyway’
Right.
They were walking down the hallway in an extremely awkward silence when Natasha suddenly stopped, Peter looked back at her when he realised they were in a very familiar place, Harley had said this was the only place with no surveillance in the entire tower.
‘Peter this is a safe place there’s no sur-’
‘I already know’
She just took a deep breath and nodded, ‘Peter did you….did you see him? Clint? I have to know if he’s really gone.’
Peter looked down in sorrow, he didn’t know Natasha didn’t know for sure, it must have been painful for her to wait this long to ask. ‘yea I did, I’m sorry nat but there’s no way he survived.’
Natasha nodded, she squared her shoulders as if trying to collect herself. She cleared her throat before speaking again, ‘Peter, your notes, did you read it?’
‘Nat I don’t think I was a very good student because the notebook is empty, there’s nothing there.’
Natasha stared at him in disbelief and rubbed her palms over her eyes while cursing under her breath.
‘Petr you-you used to make your notes at night, maybe, yea that’s it, that’s the answer.’
‘what are you talking about? Natasha you are not making any sense.’
She was quite after that, didn’t say anything, when they were in front of room she suddenly hugged him.
‘Peter, you used to write at night try doing that again.’ She hissed in his ear before letting him go and leaving,
‘oh and peter?’
‘now what Natasha?’
‘Tony won’t join you for dinner tonight.’
That single sentence was enough to make his mood infinitely better, so much so that he was almost convinced to listen to Natasha this time.
Night won’t come faster that day, he kept staring at the brown notebook that laid on his table under the night light, just to be sure he had already checked every single page of the notebook again, still nothing, what was going to change at night?
He had his dinner in his room that day, the kitchen and it’s generally vicinity was not something he was really fond of now after the clint incident.
Peter stared at his digital clock anxiously, at around 10 PM he opened the notebook again, again ofcourse nothing, maybe it wasn’t night enough? He turned off the lights in case it triggered some reaction again the pages were empty, not losing hope he waited for another two hours, nothing happened.
Frustrated he threw the notebook back and slammed himself into the mattress, it felt so silly now, what had he been expecting? That some fairy will come and shed her magic over the pages…..wait.
Peter got up again, making sure all the lights were off he moved towards the table again, he used to make notes at night…..the night lamp….he turned it on and instead of the usual white or yellow colour an unusual purple light appeared, his breath hitched, he opened the brown notebook and put it under the light.
Words…..god there were actual words there……Peter could barely breath let alone read what the notebook said, instead he turned to different pages, some had long paragraphs others formulas that were crossed off. This was definately his handwriting too! He turned to the last page where a final formula was written when he heard footsteps, someone was coming his way, his heightened hearing wasn’t fully back yet so they were very very close. He quickly turned off the lamp, and was almost all the way in his bed when the door opened and Tony’s voice filled the silent room.
‘Hey squirt, Friday told me you weren’t asleep yet.’
Shit, he left the notebook on the table.
Notes:
0.0 soooooo, yea Tony's here, anyway harley! yay so sweet...yay......
Chapter 14: Memories from before
Summary:
past and present will make a future.
Chapter Text
Past, present and future, that’s what makes a person, when one goes missing well, what is one without a past that’s forgotten, how will he tread in the sea of present in search for his future? All Peter could do was try to focus on tony and not the notebook that laid on his table, It was his, definitely, it was the answer to…..well everything, it was so close yet so far away.
Fingers snapped in front of him, it was enough to bring him back, ‘Pete, you good?’ ‘Ye- yea sorry I’m just-’ ‘nervous?’ Peter didn’t know what to say, nervous was the understatement of the century yet it was somewhat true, At his silence Tony’s features softened, he held out his hand to cup his face, ‘Peter the last few days haven’t been the greatest, and I am sorry you had to see a side of me that I never wanted you to see again’ Trying to play it safe peter just nodded, better to agree to everything the man says rather than go against him and make him mad.
Tony took a deep breath and continued, ‘what I’m trying to say is I’m going to get better, with medicine so I don’t have any outbursts anymore, then both of us will be just like before right?’ while it was framed as a question both of then knew damn well that there was only one right answer ‘yes dad’ Tony smiled at him, it ignited a new kind of emotion in peter, it took him a second to name it, longing, his tony, his real tony peter missed him so much, this man in front of him looked the same yet they could not be more different.
It frustrated him that all this mess started because he was missing his tony so much but even now he could not bring himself to completely separate these two people. Or even completely hate this evil version because they just looked so alike, he even found his own situation hilarious, just like he could not let go of his tony this other tony could not let go of his son either.
‘Peter are you sure you are ok? You look lost in thought…..’
‘I’m just sleepy that’s all’
‘Oh really? I was hoping to spend some time with you since we are both awake.’
Right, it was always about him, what tony wanted.
‘Well then what do you wonna do?’
Tony Beamed at him, ‘I was hoping we can work on some projects in the lab!’
And so peter had to begrudgingly leave his bed, his eyes lingering over the notebook for a second, so to not raise any suspicions and finally left his room, following tony through a maze of corridors and finally entered the lab, it was bigger than the one at the original avengers tower, various working benches everywhere a few people in lab coats were working on some project, it was so late so they were probably working overtime.
The lab seemed extremely depressing, as they made their way further inside Peter noticed a table with a little red stuffed toy, a pink table clock, Some figurines laying all over the table some he recognized as comic characters some he did not. Then his eyes landed on a name plate on the table, this was Harley’s work bench, It made laugh, This tiny place was the only one with some signs of life in the lab.
Tony must’ve noticed him laugh because he turned around to inspect the reason. ‘Ah, That is Harley’s bench, pretty childish for my taste, but I guess you Like it?’
‘yea it’s the only place with some colour here’
Tony just hummed and continued on his way to, wherever his, probably, personal lab was. Tony gave him some basic rules and then came the big part, the project that tony wanted to work on.
‘Peter, I have a dream….I want everyone on my planet to always be safe, to be strong enough to defend themselves….I wish for a perfect world’
‘A perfect world?’
‘Yes….Peter imagine a world with no sicknesses, no weaknesses.’ Peter’s breath hitched, no weaknesses, surely these weaknesses don’t include death? ‘no more dying’ tony finished with wonder in his eyes. ‘Ton-Dad death is a part of life…. It’s not a weakness’ ‘But it is, it really is…..you are too young to understand that now, but one day you will.’
Tony clutched Peter’s hand and dragged him inside a room, it was the only one with metal walls instead of the clear glass ones like in the rest of the Lab. As soon as they entered the lab Peter wanted to go back out. In front of him was a large glass tube with a black liquid inside, it almost looked like mercury floating around but in a dark black colour.
‘what is that!?’ peter yelled desperately, he looked over at tony who had the look of a mad scientist on his face, ‘This Peter is extremis, this will change the world!’
The disgusting liquid suddenly started to slosh around, it was moving as if reacting to something, ‘what is it doing?’ ‘It’s made from my blood, it follows my commands Peter.’
Even though Peter hadn’t gained his powers back fully he could feel a light tingling in the back of his head, warning him that something here was seriously wrong. ‘Dad Please lets go back out, I don’t like it here! Please’
‘what? Peter no you need to be familiar with this, this is our future…..this is our lord!’
‘What?’ Peter turned to see that tony’s eyes were completely black, yet his face looked hypnotized, this situation was getting out of hand but Peter needed to know…….something just something……It was like his old memories buried deep in the dark were trying to surface, clawing its way out trying to make him remember.
Peter tried to calm his racing heart, he took a few deep breaths ‘Did you inject yourself with it?’ ‘With what?’ ‘with this this extremis?’ ‘Peter we are one, Ofcourse I have a part of it in my system!’ now tony was just acting like he was talking to a child.
‘And you are in control?’ there was a long pause tony didn’t say anything, slowly the black from his eyes started to drain. ‘I’m always the one in control’ Liar.
‘Is this thing alive?’
‘It is.’
Peter didn’t need to know anymore, it was clear now whatever that thing was, it was part of the reason why this tony frequently had outbursts, if his memory served him right whenever tony got mad his eyes were black… or his pupils were acting weird. He didn’t know how much that thing influenced Tony’s behaviour but well it had to be responsible. The feeling from before was back, it was like something was trying to crawl it’s way up in his head, it made his head hurt, he must’ve groaned because suddenly tony was all up in his face trying to see what was wrong.
‘It’s nothing, just dad we can do this some other day….I I want to sleep, please.’
‘yeah sure, I just wanted to show this to you’
After that Tony escorted peter back to his room and just as he was about to shut the door tony ‘requested’ him to leave it open. Exhaustion was catching up, he still had to go through the notebook but with the door open it was an impossible task. Even with the splitting headache He was asleep before his head even hit the cushion.
He was running when he woke up, it took him a minute to realize that it was a dream because he wasn’t in control, peter was running towards Tony’s lab, somehow he just knew that Friday was out, and he’s supposed to do something. Just something, he takes a left, ok so not going towards the robotics lab? He runs until he sees Natasha, her leg is bleeding and she’s barely conscious, ‘NAT! WHAT HAPPENED?’ Natasha looks up at him, her eyes trying and failing to remain open, ‘I couldn’t stop him, peter…The extremis took over’ a barely whispered ‘no’ escapes him.
He's panicking, a few tears slip off his face ‘Nat what now?’ She looks up again, straight at him, ‘You know what you have to do, peter we cannot make a vaccine right now, we don’t have any time!’ ‘Nat please, he will kill everybody! There has to be another way!’
Nat’s face becomes soft, her hand reaches out to stroke his face, ‘You are my hero peter, only ever believe in yourself’
Natasha’s hand dropped into her lap and she was out cold. Peter took a few deep breaths, this was the only way, The formula for the extremis vaccine was only at two places, one in Peter’s memory and another in his notebook, Tony knows he has a vaccine, his memory will be the first place he will try to tamper with…..This is the only way.
A Sharp Sound of Tony’s Suite woke him from his trance, it was time to move.
Peter ran back to Tony’s original Lab, past the room that had the extremis virus in it and stopped in front of a huge wall, he took out a metal device and with a single click the wall parted and revealed a dimly lit room, the sound of the repulsors from the suite was coming closer, Peter put on a metal ring over his head like a tiara and connected it to the device at hand, Dammit, it will take time, the device will take time to erase his memories, he set it to erase past three years.
The repulsors were closer than ever, He had to do it, IT wasn’t an option anymore, he went close to a big ring like structure, somehow peter knew what it was, this is the device that will take him back to his original universe. He started the machine, Tony will go after him immediately once he left, but it will take time…… And Till then His memories of the vaccine formula and Their plan will be long gone, out of tony's grasp. Peter set the machine to self destruct for extra measures.
‘PETER!’ Peter didn’t want to but he did look back just as he disappeared behind the portal he got the peek of tony, his eyes furious, black, a black suite covering most of his body and he was coming to catch him, but he isn’t fast enough. Peter just hoped his future self understood why he did what he did, because there was no other way.
Chapter 15: a weird situation
Summary:
Peter has some of his memory back but this leaves him with a big question, who to trust?
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Peter laid awake in his bed, a soft sound of a vacuum cleaner was coming from outside, it was already past 11 and he still couldn’t bring himself to go up and have some breakfast, soon Nat will be here to ask him why he wasn’t there for his classes yet, and how was he supposed to react to that? He was getting his memory back, he remembers now, not all of It but a little, it was enough for him to draw a rough picture with.
Tony had taken him from his universe, he was with him for some time and while there tony was working on Extremis, He was proud of it all the animal trials came out successful, and despite Peter’s disapproval tony wanted to do a human trial….on himself. That was when he knew he had to prevent it but he was powerless from stopping tony, so instead he created a vaccine, inject someone with it before they put extremis in their blood and they’ll be immune, use it after they are injected with extremis and…the answer was hazy maybe he had noted it down somewhere but he didn’t remember.
As for Natasha, his memory still wasn’t clear but he remembers Natasha knew about his plan….they were going to end extremis, If it didn’t work on him tony would never inject another with extremis, in case they gained more power than him. What they didn’t anticipate though was Tony finding out…. He still doesn’t know how he did but he did and had injected himself with that virus and the rest was history…Peter erasing his memory and running away… everything.
A lot of pieces still didn’t fit together though, why was natasha injured that day? If tony knew He and nat plotted against him how was she still here? And did doctor strange know about his plan?
So many questions and his memory still hazy, but one thing was clear he no longer had any allies here…. None he is sure are on his side anyway. A single tear slipped down from his right eye, what is he supposed to do now? There is no way he is ever going back home, that much was clear but He Is also a hero and people didn’t deserve whatever this extremis version of tony had in mind….. this virus is oppression, it isn’t for protection but to dominate the entire world.
It is obvious tony is not in control of his actions half of the times, with his eyes literally changing colours to his random actions and mood swings, so many things were starting to make sense now…. It isn’t tony doing half of the dirty work but extremis.
A knock on the door Interrupted his train of thoughts, peter sat up and craned his neck to see Natasha leaning against the door, she as usual was wearing a black suite, her red hair were tied in a ponytail, peter focused on her leg, it looked normal, nothing like a prosthetic.
‘what are you staring at?’ Natasha asked, her eyebrow raised in question… it took him a second to realise she might have taken him staring in the wrong way, embarrassed he tried to defend himself, ‘no-nothing I’m just lost in thought’
In return Nat gave him a ‘I know you are lying expression’ but thankfully didn’t question him further.
‘why are you still in bed it’s 11:30 already’
‘I’m just tired’
‘whatever, let’s go have breakfast then we can start today’s lecture’
With that Natasha turned her back to him and was out of the room, Peter stumbled after her almost tripping on the tangled comforter and joined her in the kitchen after brushing his teeth. Natasha was preparing some toast and fruit for him, peter focused on her leg once more, she wasn’t limping and her leg was normal so she definitely had professional help to fix her leg and peter didn’t want to tell her that he got his memory back, yet.
Natasha caught him staring again but didn’t say anything instead urged him to eat fast so that they can get moving.
‘so you read your notes yesterday?’ Peter almost choked on his food, he nervously looked up to see nat staring at him intently. He cleared his throat and said, ‘yea but the history one was empty, so I guess we will have to make new ones.’ ‘hmmm, that’s okay…’ after that Nat leaned in and quietly whispered ‘You are my hero peter only ever believe in yourself’ Peter’s breath hitched, these were the last words Nat said before peter lost his memory, he tried to school his expression but he was too late….Natasha suddenly had a glint in her eyes. She knows, oh god she definitely knows.
‘I-I’m done with my food’ Peter stammered and got up to leave, but before he could Nat held his wrist tightly and dragged, once they were on the opposite side from their designated ‘classroom’ peter knew she was taking him towards the corner where there were no hearing devices or cameras.
Once there Natasha turned to look at him, she had a crazy look on her face, like a hungry predator who finally found it’s prey.
‘you have your memories back’ It wasn’t a question.
‘Not all of it.’
‘how much?’
‘I gave you an answer and you give me one’
Natasha rolled her eyes, ‘sure what do you want to ask?’
‘you were hurt before I left how did you get patched up?’
‘tony fixed me.’
‘why, didn’t he find out about our plan?’
‘no, you answer first, how much?’
‘I remember the night I left, a little bit about our vaccine but nothing more’
‘not the formula?’
Technically he did have it but he didn’t want to give away all of his cards. ‘No. now you tell me why did tony help you out?’
‘Tony never knew I was involved, I told him you were the one that hurt me when I tried to stop you, he always suspected clint was the one that helped you out not me.’
‘huh, and what about strange?’
‘what about him?’
‘How was he involved? I remember he said the same words as you, it cannot be a coincidence.’
‘Well we were in contact, planning to rescue you before extremis, after that we changed our motives…. We had to end extremis.’
Peter took In her words, there was no way to verify them but she was the only one with answers he had for now.
‘so now what? Tony is planning on infecting everyone with extremis.’
Natasha grinned ‘well, we stop him before he can, we just have to find that vaccine’
Peter gulped, this was his chance, he can give up the formula to Natasha and she will likely take care of the rest… but he had an intuition, just how were things going so easy?
‘yea, I-I guess’
Later that day after his classes Natasha escorted him to his room and left. She might have left the room but the uneasy feeling he had didn’t. he paced around in the room, trying to put his finger on what was making him uneasy before he decided to read that notebook again, he turned on the lamp and read through, surprisingly it was pretty boring, just a few results, some notes from the final formula, it made him uneasy that all the notes he had on were effects of the vaccine before extremis, it was clear that the vaccine would end extremis but nothing about what will happen if the patient was already infected…why?
At the end was the formula…none of the Elements in it were too hard to find, some he didn’t know the names of, probably because they were native to this universe.
He pinched his nose and took a few deep breaths, he huffed a helpless laugh realizing his weird situation, he has a solution to most of his problems, yet here he is not able to use it, he doesn’t have an access to the labs, he probably did in the past but not anymore. He doesn’t know who to trust and so many lives rely on him right now that there is no room for a mistake.
Peter faintly heard a few footsteps coming towards his room, he quickly shut the lamp and the notebook and jumped over his bed and tried to appear normal.
A knock and then his door was opened, in walked Harley. Peter grinned, a plan was already forming in his head.
‘Hey peter’ Harley greeted him with a soft smile, peter greeted him back, ‘Are you feeling better now?’ It took him a second to realise Harley was refering to that night when they had there, admittedly, an extremely vulnerable talk. It wasn’t that long ago yet it felt like it happened so long ago.
‘yea, I’m a bit better now’ he lied.
‘Did you put in a good word for me with tony?’
‘What?’
‘well I saw him in the lab today, said and I quote I’m glad peter has a friend’
Huh really?
‘YES!’ oops he said that out loud.
‘Good for you Harley, but I don’t understand why it’s a big deal?’
‘Peter, people in my lab now think I know Tony personally! No more overtime for me!’
Peter grinned, atleast one of them was having a good day. This also raised an opportunity, surely nobody will object to Harley taking a few things from the lab now that he ‘knew tony’.
‘Hey Harley, I want some elements from the lab but you have to be discreet about it?’
‘why?’
‘well nothing just I haven’t heard of some of these before, didn't have them in my universe And I really want to experiment with them….’
Harley stared at peter for a few minutes before nodding, ‘Ok peter, but please don’t get in trouble.’
Peter nodded, but a voice at the back of his head kept nagging him, he was risking Harley’s safety here, but his plan was full proof get a few elements from Harley a few from Nat, enough to prepare the vaccine in secret and nobody will know….right?
Notes:
sorry for such a late update, i was really busy and honestly just want to be done with the fic XD, this was my first fic ever and i just feel like I shouldn't have picked up an idea that will drag on for this long, lol, anyway we are reaching the endgame soon , wink wink endgame wink wink. so do tell me your thoughts and I love constructive criticism :). Thanks for reading!
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The days that followed blurred into a silent dance of whispers and stolen moments. Peter, with Harley's assistance, began the painstaking process of getting the necessary elements for the vaccine. Harley, was surprisingly oblivious to peter's deception and that did not ease his guilt and fear for Harley. He’d sneak Peter small vials of compounds, rare metals, and even some highly reactive gases, all under the guise of "experimental tinkering." Peter would feign intense interest, scribbling down notes and offering vague, scientific-sounding explanations, while his mind raced, matching each item to the formula glowing invisibly in his notebook.
Each successful acquisition brought a strange mix of triumph and dread. He was making progress, inching closer to a solution, but the stakes felt impossibly high. He was putting Harley at risk and the thought gnawed at him day and night.
Adding to his stress were the headaches. They started subtly, a dull ache behind his eyes, then intensified into sharp, piercing stabs that felt like ice picks chipping away at a frozen block in his mind. Each jolt brought with it a fleeting image, a fragment of a conversation, a sensation. He saw flashes of a different lab, heard echoes of laughter, moments. He knew, with a terrifying certainty, that these weren't just headaches. His memories, the ones he had so desperately tried to erase, were fighting their way back to the surface. And with them came the chilling realization of just how much he had forgotten, how much he had been manipulated, and how deep the rabbit hole truly went.
One afternoon, as Peter was meticulously cataloging a newly acquired crystalline compound in his room, the door opened without a knock. Natasha stood there, her usual impassive expression replaced by something sharper, more urgent. Her eyes, usually so guarded, held an unnerving glint of knowing, but also a flicker of something akin to weariness.
"Peter," she said, her voice a low, almost strained purr that sent a shiver down his spine. "We need to talk. Now."
He tried to silently signal up at the ceiling trying to convey that Friday was listening. "Don't worry about it Friday's Temporarily jammed".
He sighed and tried to appear nonchalant, closing the small, nondescript box he used to store the vaccine components. "I didn't think it was even possible. So What's up? I was Just finishing some... homework." The lie tasted like ash.
She stepped fully into the room, her gaze sweeping over the table, lingering for a fraction of a second on the table lamp and the brown notebook. Peter's blood ran cold.
"Homework?" she scoffed, a faint, humorless smile playing on her lips. "Or are we calling it 'collecting ingredients for a vaccine'?" Her voice was quiet, but it held the weight of the accusation, and an unspoken desperate plea.
Peter froze. His heart hammered against his ribs. "I don't know what you're talking about." His voice was thin, reedy, betraying him.
Natasha took another step closer, her voice dropping to a near-whisper, but each word landed like a hammer blow. "Don't play dumb, Peter. We both know what you're doing. I know about the formula. I know about your little project. And I know you've been getting Harley to get things for you." She didn't sound angry, just... tired, and urgent.
His mind raced, desperately searching for an escape, a denial, anything he didn't trust Natasha not completely and he wasn't ready for this leap of faith, not yet anyways. But her eyes held him captive, unwavering and absolute he wasn't the one in charge.
"You're a smart kid, Peter," she continued, her tone chillingly calm, yet laced with a desperate undertone. "But you're also incredibly naive. You think Tony doesn't have eyes and ears everywhere? He knows Harley has been... stealing things. He's just been letting it happen, watching. Waiting for the right moment to make his move." The implication hit him like a physical punch. Tony knew. He had known all along.
"What do you want?" Peter finally managed, his voice barely a croak.
Natasha's smile widened, a cold, triumphant curve of her lips. "The formula, Peter. All of it. The complete vaccine formula. You have it, either in that little head of yours or in that pretty notebook." She gestured towards the brown notebook with a flick of her chin. "I need it. Not for me. For us. For what we're trying to do."
"I don't have it," he lied again, weakly.
"Oh, you do," she countered, her eyes narrowing, a flicker of true desperation crossing her face. "And if you don't give it to me, right now, I'll have no choice. I'm going straight to Tony. I'll tell him everything. About Harley, about your little secret lab, about the 'experiments.' And trust me, Peter, Tony's patience is wearing thin. He won't just be mad he will go for the kill"
The threat hung heavy in the air, suffocating him. Harley. He couldn't let Harley get caught in this. He couldn't risk Tony's unpredictable rage being directed at someone else because of him. The weight of responsibility, of his past self's actions, pressed down on him. The headaches were a roaring inferno now, fragments of memory, of fear, of a desperate choice, all crashing into him at once.
He looked at Natasha, her face a mask of ruthless determination, but beneath it, he saw the raw edge of a woman pushed to her limits, trying to force a terrible cooperation. There was no negotiating. No escape.
With a heavy sigh that felt like it dragged the last vestiges of his hope with it, Peter walked over to his desk. He picked up the lamp, his hands trembling slightly, and switched it on. The familiar, eerie glow illuminated the empty pages of the notebook. He flipped to the last page, where the final, complete formula was etched in his own handwriting.
Natasha watched him, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of relief and grim satisfaction.
Reluctantly, Peter picked up a pen and, with a hand that felt alien and heavy, began to copy the complex chemical equations, and the precise instructions onto a fresh sheet of paper. Each stroke of the pen felt like a betrayal, a surrender. He was giving away the only leverage he had, the only hope for truly stopping Extremis he didn't know what would happen now, maybe this was all an elaborate trick to get the formula out him by tony.
When he was finished, he pushed the paper across the desk towards her. Natasha snatched it up, her eyes scanning the intricate details, a flicker of something akin to awe crossing her face before it was quickly masked. She folded the paper crisply and tucked it into a hidden pocket in her suit.
She turned to leave, but paused at the door, her hand on the frame. She looked back at Peter, her expression unreadable, but tinged with a profound sadness.
"You know, Peter," she said, her voice devoid of any warmth, yet strangely resigned, "the next time we meet, Tony will be dead. One way or another."
And then, without another word, she was gone, leaving Peter alone in the purple glow of his lamp, the scent of chemicals and betrayal hanging heavy in the air. The headaches raged, a cacophony of fragmented memories screaming for release, but all he could feel was a cold, hollow dread. He had just handed over the key, and he had no idea what door it would unlock.
Notes:
ok so first of all sorry for not updating for so long i was super super busy. I will post the entire story within the week. i just want to add that i have used AI in the creation of these last few chapters starting from this one. I have edited them entirely and the manuscript and story is still mine but still everyone reading these chapters has the right to know. I usually don't use it but i wasn't planning to complete it otherwise since i don't have time.
Chapter 17: Beginning of the end
Summary:
What is the price of defiance?
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Two days. Two agonizingly slow days had crawled by since Natasha had vanished, leaving Peter with a chilling fear of the unknown. He hadn't seen her, hadn't heard from her, and the silence from her end was a screaming void, filled only by the echoes of her final, ominous words. He'd stopped asking Harley for materials for the vaccine, what was the point anyway? If Natasha could be trusted then she would be back with the actual thing and if not well then tony was probably already making anti bodies for the vaccine and planning how he was going to make him pay for his defiance.
But something else was also stirring within him. A familiar hum, a subtle shift in his senses. His steps felt lighter, his reflexes a fraction sharper. His powers were returning, slowly, like a tide creeping back to shore. It was a terrifying gift a reassurance that he was still himself, while his strength felt useless against the psychological warfare Tony waged it was the only thing that was truly his in this universe.
On the second night, just as the lights of his room began to dim to prepare to let him sleep, Friday’s calm, synthesized voice broke the quiet. "Peter. Boss requires your presence in the main lab. Immediately."
A cold knot tightened in Peter's stomach. Tony never called for him this late unless... unless something was wrong. His spider-sense, still a faint whisper rather than a blaring siren, gave a nervous thrum. He didn't want to go. Every instinct screamed at him to stay put, to hide, to run. But Friday’s voice was an unbreakable command, a direct line to Tony's will. Reluctantly, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs, Peter pushed himself off the bed.
The walk to the lab felt endless. The polished floors seemed to stretch, the quiet corridors amplifying the sound of his own ragged breathing. He imagined what awaited him: another unsettling dinner, another twisted conversation, another glimpse into Tony's fractured mind. He walked past the heavy metal sliding doors of the lab, the familiar hum of machinery a stark contrast to the sudden, horrifying scene before him.
Tony stood in the center of the vast space, bathed in the glow of a dozen holographic displays. But Peter's eyes weren't on the tech. They were on Tony's hands, wrapped around Harley Keener’s throat.
Harley. His friend. The goofy, earnest guy who'd brought him cake, who'd shared his dreams of going back to his family scrabbled uselessly against the floor, his face a mottled purple, eyes wide and bulging with terror. He was struggling, a desperate, gurgling sound escaping his lips.
"Tony! No!" Peter screamed, the word tearing from his throat, raw and desperate. He lunged forward, adrenaline surging through his veins, the returning strength a sudden, desperate burst. "Let him go! You're hurting him!"
Tony didn't even turn his head, his focus entirely on the struggling figure in his grasp. His eyes, Peter saw with a sickening lurch, were completely black, devoid of any warmth, any humanity. It was the Extremis, the monster, fully in control. Tony's face was contorted into a mask of pure, unadulterated fury.
"He was lying to me," Tony snarled, his voice a low, guttural growl that barely sounded human. "He was helping you. He's a traitor!"
"He didn't know!" Peter pleaded, tears stinging his eyes as he reached for Tony, trying to pry his fingers away from Harley's neck. "He didn't know what he was doing! I deceived him please Dad please!"
Harley's struggles weakened, his hands falling limp. His wide, terrified eyes, dulled with the agony of suffocation, found Peter's. In that fleeting second, a silent plea passed between them, a desperate, wordless cry for help that Peter would carry with him forever. Then, a soft, sickening snap echoed through the silent lab, a sound that would haunt Peter's nightmares for years to come. Harley's body went utterly still, his head lolling at an unnatural angle.
Peter stumbled back, a gasp of pure, unadulterated horror tearing through him. No. Not Harley. Not like this. The world tilted, the air leaving his lungs in a ragged sob. Harley was dead. Because of him. Because Peter had used him. For what felt like a lifetime peter stared at Harley’s now life less body the light now gone from his eyes. Someone was shouting, everything was a blur what was happening, and then-
A wave of incandescent rage, cold and pure, washed over Peter, eclipsing the grief, the fear, everything. He didn't think. He didn't plan. He just moved. He shouted 'I'll kill you!' just as he launched himself at Tony, a primal scream of fury escaped his mouth, his fists balled, ready to strike, to hurt, to kill.
But before he could attack Tony, a blur of silver materialized from the shadows behind him. A heavy, metallic hand clamped around his arm, another around his waist, stopping him mid-air. The familiar, cold grip of an Iron Man suit held him immobile, pinning him against its unyielding chest.
Tony finally turned, his black eyes fixing on Peter, a chillingly calm expression settling on his manic face. He let Harley's lifeless body drop to the floor with a thud that reverberated through Peter's soul.
"Oh, Peter," Tony said, his voice a low, dangerous purr, utterly devoid of the rage he'd just displayed. "You remember now, don't you? I know you do, You remember everything. The night you ran. The little device you used for your memories. How you my son betrayed me."
The confirmation hit Peter like a physical blow. The words stung, bitter.
Tony's face twisted again, the calm evaporating, replaced by a fresh wave of fury. His eyes blazed blacker than ever. "And Natasha! Where is she, Peter?! She's gone! Vanished! She betrayed me too, didn't she?! Just like you! Where is she?!" He took a step towards Peter, his voice rising to a shout that echoed off the lab walls. "Tell me, Peter! Where is that traitor?!"
Peter shook his head, tears streaming down his face, blurring his vision of Tony's monstrous form. "I don't know," he choked out, the words barely audible. "I swear, I don't know where she is!"
Tony’s face contorted further, a horrifying rictus of rage. "Don't lie to me, Peter! Don't you dare lie to me! You want to be defiant? You want to fight me? Fine. You'll pay for it." He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a terrifyingly calm, yet utterly chilling whisper. "If that's what it takes for you to finally be on my side, Peter, I Know how you love forgetting your memories so I'll wipe it all away. Every single memory. Every last trace of who you were. And this time, it'll be permanent."
The Iron Man suit's grip tightened, crushing Peter's ribs. He could feel the cold, hard metal against his back, the silent, unfeeling power of it. He was trapped. Utterly, irrevocably trapped. And the monster who held him captive, the man who looked like his mentor, was about to erase him just like he had erased Harley.
Notes:
sorry guys..........
Chapter 18: A Fate worse than death
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
The Iron Man suit's grip was unyielding, a cold, metallic vise that held Peter captive as Tony, his eyes still burning with an unholy blackness, stared at him. The threat hung in the air, a suffocating shroud. Before Peter could even formulate a plea, let alone a defiance, the suit began to move, dragging him deeper into the labyrinthine corridors of the tower.
Peter struggled, kicking and twisting, his returning strength useless against the suit's sheer power.
"Let me go! You hear me?! Let me go, you monster!" he screamed, his voice raw, hoarse from crying and rage. "I wish I never met you! I wish I never came here! You're not him! You're not my mentor let alone my dad! fuck you! I hope you rot in hell!" The words were desperate, fueled by a grief so sharp it felt like a physical wound. Harley's face, pale and lifeless, was seared into his eyelids, a constant, sickening image.
Every twist of his body was a futile attempt to escape not just the suit, but the crushing weight of his own culpability. He was Spider-Man, he was supposed to save people, but here, he was a prisoner, and his actions had led to the death of an innocent bystander. The irony left a bitter, metallic taste in his mouth.
Tony, walking beside the suit, ignored his words, his face was a mask of chilling indifference. The lab, with Harley's lifeless body, receded behind them. The journey was a blur of polished walls and hushed silence, broken only by Peter's desperate shouts and the rhythmic hum of the suit. Each step felt like a nail hammered into his coffin, each passing corridor a further descent into a nightmare from which there was no waking. The air grew colder, the sterile scent of disinfectant replacing the metallic tang of blood and fear. He could feel the vibrations of the tower, a low thrum that usually spoke of immense power and technological marvel, but now felt like the heartbeat of a monstrous, indifferent machine.
They arrived at a sterile, white-tiled medical lab, brightly lit and disturbingly clean. It felt like an operating theatre, a place where things were done to you, not for you. The very air hummed with a clinical coldness that seeped into Peter's bones. Gleaming stainless steel instruments lay arranged on trolleys, their surfaces reflecting the harsh overhead lights. Monitors with intricate readouts stood silently, waiting to track his vital signs as his mind was systematically dismantled.
The suit released Peter, dropping him unceremoniously onto a cold, metallic bed. Before he could even push himself up, Tony was there, moving with a disturbing efficiency that spoke of long practice, of a routine perfected through countless, unseen acts of cruelty.
Cold, smooth cuffs snapped around his wrists, then his ankles, binding him securely to the bed. They were thick, seamless, and impossibly strong. Peter thrashed, pulling against the restraints, his muscles straining, the metal biting into his skin with agonizing pressure. "What are you doing?! Let me go! These won't hold me!" he yelled, his voice cracking with a mix of fear and indignation. He pulled with all the strength he was slowly regaining, the enhanced power coursing through his limbs, but the cuffs didn't budge. Not an inch.
Tony merely watched him, a faint, almost pitying smirk on his lips. "Don't bother, Peter. Those are vibranium. You're strong, I'll give you that. But not strong enough to break these." His voice was calm, almost conversational, a stark contrast to Peter's frantic struggles. It was the voice of a parent scolding a defiant child, utterly chilling in its detached authority. "It's for your own good, kid. You're acting hysterical right now. We need to get you stabilized."
Stabilized. The word tasted like poison. Tony was going to erase him, probably brainwash him once all was said and done. The thought was more terrifying than any physical pain. To lose himself, to become someone else, someone else's creation. It was a fate worse than death.
Tony turned, heading towards a reinforced cabinet on the far wall. It was a sleek, black column, its surface reflecting the lab lights like a dark mirror. A biometric scanner glowed faintly on its side. Tony pressed his palm against it, and with a soft whirr, the heavy door slid open, revealing a meticulously organized room filled with various pieces of advanced, unsettling technology. Peter could see glowing wires, intricate circuits, and devices that looked like they belonged in a sci-fi horror film.
"Stay put," Tony commanded, his back to Peter as he rummaged inside the room. "I'll be right back. Just need to get the proper equipment." His voice was casual, as if he were simply retrieving a wrench, not a tool to dismantle a human mind as if he had just not given peter a sentence worse than death.
The door hissed shut behind him, sealing Peter in the stark, silent lab. The bright lights seemed to mock him, illuminating his helplessness. The vibranium cuffs held him fast, cold and unyielding against his skin. The silver extremis suite stared at him lifeless and cold. His struggles slowly ceased, not because he was tired, but because a crushing realization had finally settled over him.
He was truly alone. No Natasha, no Dr. Strange. Their last words, their warnings, echoed in his mind, a chorus of desperate pleas he hadn't fully understood 'Only ever trust yourself' it really was true, but it wasn't because there was nobody else he could trust but because he was alone here on his own. Harley was dead, a direct consequence of Peter's desperate, misguided plan. The image of Harley's terrified eyes, silently pleading, flashed in his mind, vivid and agonizing. The sickening snap. The lifeless slump. All because Peter had been so desperate, so foolish. The guilt was a physical weight, pressing down on his chest, making it hard to breathe. He had been so focused on ending extremis, that he had become blind to the dangers.
Hot, angry tears welled in his eyes, blurring the sterile ceiling above. They weren't just tears of fear, but of profound, gut-wrenching guilt. He had dragged Harley into this, a good, innocent person, and now he was gone. And Peter was still here, chained to a bed, waiting for his own mind to be stolen, for his own death sentence. He sobbed, his body shaking with a despair he hadn't known was possible.
His throat ached, raw from screaming and crying. He squeezed his eyes shut, wishing he could disappear, wishing he could rewind time, just a few hours, just enough to warn Harley, to tell him to run, to stay far away from this monster. But there was no going back. Only forward, into the terrifying unknown of a mind wiped clean.
The hiss of the door opening jolted him back to the present. Tony was back, a small, metallic ring held carefully in his gloved hand. It was sleek, silver, and disturbingly familiar. It pulsed with a faint, almost imperceptible blue light, a cold, clinical glow that promised erasure. Peter remembered it from his fragmented memories, the device he had used on himself, the one that had erased his past. The very same device that had created this nightmare. Now it was coming for him again, wielded by the very man who looked like his father, the man who had become his tormentor.
Tony approached the bed, his black eyes fixed on Peter with a chilling intensity that promised no mercy. He raised the ring, its smooth surface glinting under the harsh lights, a halo of impending oblivion.
"Time for a fresh start, Peter," Tony mumbled, his voice soft, almost gentle, a terrifying lullaby of oblivion. He reached out, his hand steady, unwavering, bringing the ring closer to Peter's head.
Peter refused to scream to cry he didn't want to seem weak, but his Spidey sense was ringing hard a desperate, raw intuition torn from the depths of his soul. "I will never be what you want me to be, no matter what it's not in my blood" Peter whispered, his head held high. "You will be, once it is well in your blood" tony smiled when he saw peter's confused face and then he continued, "you see I will inject you with extremis after this, that will truly ensure that you never betray me again."
All the resolve to not show weakness melted away as peter thrashed against the vibranium cuffs, a final, futile surge of adrenaline coursing through him, refusing to let this monster take his last defense. He screamed, he pulled, he twisted, he fought with every fiber of his being, even as the cold metal of the ring descended towards his head. He bucked his hips, strained his wrists, trying to dislodge himself, to gain even a fraction of an inch of freedom. His muscles screamed in protest, but he ignored the pain, fueled by a primal terror.
Just as the ring made contact with his scalp, a deafening BOOM ripped through the tower, shaking the very foundations of the building. The lab lights flickered violently, plunging the room into momentary darkness before sputtering back to life, casting long, dancing shadows. A blast.
Something had happened. Outside. The impact was so powerful it rattled the vibranium cuffs, and for a fleeting second, Peter felt a tremor of hope. A chance. Maybe.
Notes:
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Chapter 19: we are in the endgame now
Summary:
The beginning of the end, or is it?
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
The deafening BOOM that had rattled the tower’s foundations echoed in Peter’s ears, a raw, primal sound that cut through the sterile silence of the med lab. The lights flickered, casting long, dancing shadows that stretched and warped like grotesque specters. For a fleeting second, the metallic ring, poised over Peter’s head, wavered in Tony’s hand, his black eyes darting towards the source of the blast. That tremor of hope, fragile as a spiderweb, flared within Peter. A chance. Maybe.
Tony’s focus, usually laser-sharp, was momentarily fractured. The manic intensity in his eyes shifted, replaced by a flicker of annoyance, then a cold, calculating resolve. He lowered the memory-wipe device, not abandoning his intent, but merely postponing it. "Friday! Status report! What was that?!" he barked, his voice regaining its usual commanding tone, it was laced with an edge of fury.
Friday’s calm, synthesized voice, usually so immediate, was delayed, strained. "External breach detected, Boss. Multiple incursions. Level 87, Helipad, and multiple lower levels. Significant structural damage."
Tony’s jaw clenched. The black in his eyes seemed to deepen, consuming even more of the brown. "A breach? Who the hell...?" He didn't finish the thought. His gaze swept over Peter, still cuffed to the bed, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. "This isn't over, Peter. Not by a long shot." He tossed the memory-wipe device onto a nearby counter with a clatter, then turned abruptly and strode towards the exit, the silver extremis suite following behind him.
Peter watched, as Tony strode away the suite engulfing him entirely . The pieces of the armor merged together, snapping into place like a symbiote – chest plate, leg components, helmet. In moments, the man was encased in an impenetrable shell, a gleaming, terrifying war machine. The suit’s repulsor jets flared to life, a low, powerful hum filling the room. Without another glance at Peter, Tony blasted through the lab door, leaving a gaping, smoking hole in its wake, and vanished into the chaos. A single thought crossed him, Why did Friday not open the doors automatically?
Silence descended once more, but it was a different kind of silence now – pregnant with anticipation, thrumming with the distant sounds of battle. Peter strained against the vibranium cuffs, the raw skin on his wrists burning. "Damn it! Let me go!" he yelled, even though there was no one to hear him. The cuffs held firm, mocking him.
Suddenly, a section of the ceiling slightly to his left popped open with a soft thud. Dust and a few stray wires rained down. Peter craned his neck, his eyes widening. A dark, lean figure dropped silently from the opening, landing with a practiced crouch on the pristine lab floor. He was clad in a sleek, black tactical suit, a single eye patch covering his left eye. His presence filled the room with an undeniable aura of authority and danger.
Nick Fury.
Peter stared, disbelief warring with a surge of desperate hope. Fury, here? In this universe? It felt impossible, a dream.
Fury’s gaze swept the room, taking in Peter’s cuffed form, the scattered medical instruments, the smoking hole where Tony had exited. His single eye, sharp and piercing, settled on Peter. He didn't waste a second. He strode purposefully to the bed, a small, intricate device already in his hand. He knelt beside Peter’s wrist, his movements swift and precise. There was a soft click, then another, and the vibranium cuffs, impossibly strong moments before, sprang open, falling away from Peter's raw skin.
Peter flexed his hands, rubbing his chafed wrists, a jolt of freedom coursing through him. He pushed himself up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. "Fury! What's happening? Who else is with you?"
Fury didn't answer directly. He moved to Peter’s ankles, releasing those cuffs too. "Listen carefully, kid," he said, his voice a low, gravelly rumble, devoid of emotion, yet carrying an undeniable weight of command. "This tower is a war zone. Tony's gone entirely off the rails. You need to get out. Find an exit, any exit, and disappear. We'll handle him." He straightened up, his gaze intense. "I'm going to fully disable Friday's core systems from here. That'll blind him, slow him down. But you need to move. Now."
Peter shook his head, pushing himself to his feet, a surge of renewed strength making his legs feel steady despite the recent ordeal. "No! I can't just leave! Harley... he killed Harley! And Natasha... is she here? I have to help! I can fight!" The words tumbled out, desperate and urgent. He was Spider-Man. He didn't run. Not when people were in danger. Not when his friends were in danger.
Fury stood there for a second, assessing him. He saw the fire in Peter’s gaze, the stubborn set of his jaw. A flicker of something that might have been approval, or perhaps just grim resignation, crossed his face. "Alright, Parker. If you're so eager to play hero, then listen up. There's smoke coming from the helipad. That's where the main fight is. Natasha's there. And a few others. They're going to need all the help they can get." His voice was terse, no room for argument. "Get there. And don't screw this up."
With that, Fury turned, pulling out a small, complex device from his belt. He began to plug it into a nearby console, his fingers flying across the interface. The hum of the lab’s systems began to stutter, the lights flickering more erratically.
Peter didn't wait for further instruction. He sprinted out of the med lab, his bare feet slapping against the cool, tiled floor. The corridors were eerily quiet, but the distant sounds of battle were growing louder – the concussive blasts of repulsors, the shattering of glass, the roar of something immense. He followed the faint scent of ozone and burning metal, a trail of destruction leading him higher into the tower.
He burst through a set of double doors, finding himself in a grand, circular atrium, its vast glass ceiling now a spiderweb of cracks, a gaping hole torn through its center. Smoke billowed down from above, thick and acrid, stinging his eyes and burning his throat. He looked up, his spider-sense screaming, and saw the unmistakable glow of repulsor blasts against the night sky, a terrifying light show playing out on the tower's summit.
The helipad.
He scrambled over shattered glass and twisted metal, his enhanced senses guiding him through the debris. The wind howled through the broken structure, carrying with it the sounds of struggle, of grunts and shouts and the chilling, triumphant roar of Extremis-fueled power. He reached close to the helipad, the once-pristine landing zone now a scene of utter devastation.
The night air was cold, but the heat of battle radiated from the center of the platform. Moonlight, pale and ethereal, cut through the swirling smoke, illuminating the chaos. And there he was. Tony. Encased in his silver Extremis suit, a terrifying fusion of man and machine, glowing faintly with an internal, malevolent light. He moved with a brutal, efficient grace, a whirlwind of destruction.
Fighting him were three figures. One, unmistakable even in the dim light, was Natasha. Her red hair, usually so meticulously pulled back, was wild around her face, streaked with sweat and grime. She moved with a deadly fluidity, dodging Tony’s blasts, her Widow’s Bites crackling with energy. Beside her, two other men, clad in similar black tactical gear as Fury, fought with grim determination. One, broad-shouldered and powerful, wielded a heavy energy shield, deflecting Tony’s attacks with bone-jarring impacts. The other, leaner and faster, moved like a shadow, striking with a laser gun that sparked against Tony’s armor a glowing rope hung from the belts of each of the two men.
But there was a fourth figure. Off to the side, near the shattered remnants of a helicopter, a man lay bleeding, clutching his side. His breathing was shallow, ragged. He was one of Fury’s agents, Peter realized, his heart clenching. He needed help.
Without hesitation, Peter sprinted towards the injured man, weaving through the debris, the sounds of battle roaring around him. He knelt beside the agent, his hands hovering, unsure how to help. The man’s face was pale, his eyes glazed with pain, but a spark of recognition flickered in them as he saw Peter.
"Parker," the agent rasped, his voice weak. He fumbled inside his tactical vest, pulling out a small, metallic tube. It was about the size of a pen, sleek and silver, with a needle on one end and a small, red button on the other. "This... this is it," he coughed, a spray of blood escaping his lips. "The vaccine. Inject him... with this. Just... hit the button."
He pushed the tube into Peter’s trembling hand, his fingers surprisingly strong despite his weakening state. The metal was cool against Peter's palm, a tangible piece of hope in the midst of the nightmare. The agent’s eyes rolled back, his hand falling limp. He was out cold, or worse.
Peter looked at the tube, then back at the brutal fight raging just meters away. Natasha and others were being pushed back, Tony’s Extremis-fueled power overwhelming them. He was faster, stronger, more relentless. The silver suit gleamed, an embodiment of the monster that had killed so many.
The vaccine. The answer. The only way.
His heart hammered, a frantic drumbeat of purpose. He had to do this. For Harley. For the world. For the real Tony. He clutched the tube, the needle glinting ominously under the moonlight, and turned towards the raging battle, a new resolve hardening his gaze. This was it. They were in the endgame now.
Notes:
what do you think will happen, is this the end?
Chapter 20: Endgame
Summary:
This is the end...............
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
The helipad was a whirlpool of chaos, a storm of destruction under the indifferent gaze of the moon. Repulsor blasts tore through the night, illuminating Tony’s silver Extremis suit as he moved with a terrifying, inhuman speed. Natasha, the other two shield agents were a desperate blur of motion, their coordinated attacks barely slowing the monster down. Peter clutched the vaccine tube, its cool metal a stark contrast to the burning rage and fear in his chest. Harley's lifeless eyes, Clint's brutal end – they fueled a cold, unshakeable resolve. This was it. The endgame.
He sprinted towards the battle, weaving through debris, the screams of metal and the roar of Extremis filling his ears. His spider-sense, now a full-blown blare, warned him of every incoming blast, every sweeping arm, allowing him to dodge and weave through the deadly blasts, but he stayed hidden, he didn't want to lose the element of surprise. He saw the two agents with the glowing ropes attached to their belts nod at eachother, their faces grim with effort. They moved with practiced precision, timing their attack. With a synchronized grunt, they unclipped the glowing, whip-like energy ropes from their belts. The air crackled as the ropes unfurled, buzzing with energy.
"Now!" one of them roared, and with a powerful heave, they launched the glowing lassos.
The ropes shot through the air, wrapping around Tony’s Extremis-clad arms with blinding speed. The silver suit, for the first time, seemed to falter. The ropes tightened, glowing brighter, and a low, strained growl escaped Tony’s suit. The Extremis armor crashed on the ground and the agents tightened their hold. Peter could feel a subtle shift in the air, a weakening of the suit’s oppressive power. The agents strained, their muscles bulging, keeping the Extremis-Tony’s arms pinned.
This was their window.
Natasha, a shadow moving within the smoke, seized the opportunity. She lunged, a small, intricate device held in her hand. It pulsed with a faint blue light. "For Clint, you bastard!" she snarled, slamming a taser like device against the back of Tony’s Extremis suit. A high-pitched whine filled the air, followed by a violent, concussive shockwave that rippled through the silver armor.
The effect was instantaneous and horrifyingly beautiful. The Extremis suit, that living, breathing metal, began to peel away from Tony’s skin. It writhed, a liquid silver shedding its hold, revealing glimpses of the man beneath – his skin pale, his eyes still black, but his face contorted in a silent scream of agony as the suit was forcibly ripped from him. Natasha, already moving, produced another tube, identical to the one in Peter’s hand, its needle glinting. She lunged forward, aiming for the exposed flesh, her eyes alight with grim determination.
But the Extremis was too fast.
Before Natasha could plunge the needle, the liquid silver seemed to snap back, reforming over Tony’s skin. The suit was back, whole again, its malevolent glow returning with full force. Tony, though still held by the glowing ropes, threw his head back and laughed, a strained, guttural sound that was more a cackle of pure madness than joy.
"Is that all you've got, you pathetic insects?!" Tony roared, his voice distorted by the Extremis, yet undeniably his. He struggled against the glowing ropes. "You think you can stop me?! You think you can stop progress?!"
The agents holding the ropes strained, their feet dragging against the shattered concrete. The Extremis was fighting back, its power immense. With a sudden and unexpected, explosive surge, Tony wrenched his left arm free from the glowing lasso by letting part of his suite disconnect from the rest. The force of it sent one of the agents flying backwards, slamming into the broken helicopter with a sickening crunch. The remaining agent, though still holding on, was visibly faltering.
Tony, now with one arm free, one arm not fully protected by the suite turned his black-eyed gaze on Natasha. "You traitor! I let you live!" With a swift, brutal movement, he backhanded her, sending her sprawling across the helipad like a ragdoll. The vaccine tube she held flew from her grasp, skittering across the ground.
This was his chance. Tony was vulnerable now.
Peter, fueled by a surge of pure, desperate adrenaline, closed the distance. He didn't hesitate. He didn't think. He just acted. He launched himself at Tony’s back, a primal scream tearing from his throat, and delivered the hardest punch he could muster, right into the center of the Extremis suit’s back. It was a desperate, futile blow against an armored behemoth, but it carried the weight of Harley's death, of Clint's, of every innocent life Tony had destroyed.
The Extremis suit shuddered, momentarily thrown off balance by the unexpected impact. Tony roared, a sound of pure, incandescent fury, and spun around, his right arm, the one still encased in the silver armor, morphed into a weapon. Peter heard it before he felt it – a sickening shing of metal transforming, sharpening. He saw the arm of the suit twist and elongate, hardening into a razor-sharp blade, like a, living knife.
He didn't wait for the shock to set in. He didn't wait for the pain. As Tony's transformed arm slashed outwards, a blur of silver, Peter, driven by an instinct beyond thought, plunged the needle of the vaccine tube into Tony's exposed left arm – the one that had momentarily shed the Extremis and was now reforming, but not yet fully covered. He pressed the red button with all his might, emptying the contents of the tube.
Then, Peter actually looked at what had happened.
The knife-like arm of the Extremis suit had gone through him. Through his abdomen. He felt a searing, unimaginable pain, a fire ripping through his core. He looked down, his vision blurring, and saw the jagged silver blade protruding from his stomach, wet and glistening under the moonlight. Even with all his powers, even with his enhanced healing factor, he knew this was it. This wasn't a wound he could walk away from. This was fatal.
His legs gave way. The world spun, the sounds of battle fading into a dull roar. He swayed, the vaccine tube slipping from his numb fingers. He was falling. But before he hit the ground, a strong, metallic hand, no longer a weapon but a support, gently guided him. Tony. The Extremis suit, the monstrous silver that had been his tormentor, was melting away from Tony’s skin, dissolving like spilled mercury. It flowed off him, pooling on the helipad, revealing the man beneath.
Tony’s face emerged, pale and drawn, his eyes no longer black, but brown, finally human finally giving away some sense of human emotions. The Extremis was gone. The knife that had pierced Peter's abdomen had also melted away, leaving behind a gushing, crimson wound. The vaccine had worked the suite was now useless but it also removed any and all pressure from peter's wound. Tony looked at the blood, then at Peter’s face, his features contorting in a silent scream of pure, unadulterated horror. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He was human again. And he had just killed Peter.
Everything hurt. A cold, spreading numbness began to creep up Peter's legs, but the pain in his abdomen was a white-hot inferno. He wanted to say something, anything, but his throat felt constricted, and a metallic taste filled his mouth.
A scoff broke through the haze. Natasha. She was limping towards them, her face a mask of grim satisfaction, tinged with a profound sorrow.
"Congratulations, Tony," she said, her voice flat, devoid of emotion. "You killed him. The same way. Twice."
Peter looked up at her, confused. Twice? What was she talking about? He tried to speak, but only a gurgle escaped.
Natasha’s gaze flickered to Tony, then back to Peter, a dark, terrible truth crossed her mind. "Oh, he didn't tell you?" she continued, her voice softer now, almost a whisper, it was meant to sound innocent but they all knew she was being sarcastic. "His son. His Peter. He wasn't killed by May Parker. It was him. Tony. He was trying to kill her because Peter wouldn't stay away from her. And he… he accidentally stabbed him." she scoffed, "Poor Peter."
The words hung in the air, a final, crushing blow. The true horror of this Tony's madness, the depth of his delusion, the monstrous act that had started it all. It wasn't May. It was him.
Tony let out a choked cry, a raw, animal sound of pure anguish. He looked at Peter, then at his own hands, trembling, stained with Peter’s blood. Tears streamed down his face, genuine, human tears. He looked human for once, broken and utterly devastated.
Red blood started to gush from Peter's mouth, a warm, coppery taste. His vision was tunneling, the edges of the world darkening. Natasha knelt beside him, her eyes softening, a profound sadness replacing the sarcastic tone she had earlier.
"I'm sorry, Peter," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "But you can rest now. Thank you for saving our world."
"No!" Tony screamed, his voice hoarse, desperate. He lunged for Natasha, grabbing her arm. "No! Get a medic! He needs a medic! Friday! Get a medic here now!"
But everyone knew it was futile. The silence that followed was deafening, punctuated only by Tony’s ragged gasps and Peter’s shallow, rattling breaths.
Strangely, Tony started to sway. He stumbled, his legs giving out from under him, and he fell down, collapsing beside Peter on the cold, blood-stained helipad. His eyes, still wide with horror and grief, stared blankly at the sky.
"Oh yeah," Natasha said, her voice a low, almost weary murmur, looking from Tony to Peter, then back at the fallen Extremis armor. "I forgot to tell you. If the vaccine is injected after a person is already infected with Extremis... they die with it. You told me that, that's why you never gave me the formula initially, you didn't want to kill this monster"
Peter’s breath hitched, a final, ragged gasp. He looked to his side, at Tony and truly saw him. Not the monster, not the abuser, but a father. A broken man. A bad person, yes, but one living in an unbearable guilt, driven to madness by loss, now finally will get to be free. Maybe that's what his past self saw in the man too, that he didn't want to kill him.
"I forgive you," Peter choked out, the words a struggle, but a necessary one. His voice was barely a whisper, but he poured every ounce of his remaining strength into it. "It's ok You can go back to your son now. You can rest now." Tony stared at him a tear slipped from his right eye, Just as the light left Tony’s eyes, a final, peaceful sigh escaped from his mouth, Peter looked up. At Natasha, her face etched with sorrow and relief. Then at the open sky, the stars beginning to pierce through the dissipating smoke, tiny pinpricks of light in the vast, indifferent cosmos. Despite all the chaos, it was a beautiful night, it reminded him of the night tony, his tony, had taken him out for Ice-cream, he would finally meet him again, so maybe dying wasn't all that bad. Peter kept his eyes trained on the stars felt his vision go out and finally, let go. The pain faded, the fear receded, and the crushing weight of the world lifted. He was free.
Notes:
So yea, this is the end, thanks for sticking around! and I hope you enjoyed the story, I know it was pretty dark at times but I lorb dark stories. I will not be editing these chapters, i know some of them are badly written but sadly I just don't have the time because of my studies and stuff. Anyway, will post an epilogue tomorrow, bye!
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A faint, rhythmic beeping sound was the first thing Peter heard. It was soft, insistent, and utterly alien to the silence he remembered. He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt impossibly heavy, glued shut by a profound exhaustion. A dull ache throbbed in his abdomen, a phantom echo of the past. He was alive. The thought was a disorienting, impossible whisper in the back of his mind.
He forced his eyes open, blinking against the soft, diffused light. The ceiling was white, pristine, and unfamiliar. He turned his head slowly, his neck stiff, and saw her. Natasha. She was slumped in an armchair beside his bed, her red hair falling across her face, a rare vulnerability in her posture. She was asleep, her breathing deep and even.
He looked around the room. It was unmistakably a hospital room, sterile and impersonal, yet oddly comforting in its quiet efficiency. An IV drip was connected to his arm, a clear liquid steadily flowing into his veins. The rhythmic beeping was coming from a heart monitor beside his bed, its green line dancing across a small screen.
Then, like a dam breaking, it all came rushing back. The helipad. The silver suit. Harley’s eyes, full of terror, then lifeless. Clint. The vaccine. The searing pain in his gut as Tony’s morphed arm plunged through him. The realization that he was dying. Tony’s horrified face as the Extremis melted away. Natasha’s chilling pronouncement. Tony’s collapse. His own fading consciousness.
He shouldn't be alive. He had died. He was sure of it. The memory was too vivid, too real, too agonizingly final. His breath hitched, and the heart monitor beside him, as if sensing his internal turmoil, began to beat faster, its beeps accelerating into a frantic crescendo. BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP!
Natasha stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She blinked, disoriented for a moment, then her gaze snapped to him. A flicker of surprise, then something akin to relief, softened her features. She pushed herself up, her movements still fluid, but with a noticeable stiffness.
"Welcome back, Peter," she said, her voice a low, rough murmur, as if she hadn't used it in a while.
Peter tried to speak, but his throat felt coarse, dry, like sandpaper. He swallowed hard, a painful effort. "What... what happened?" he managed, his voice a raspy whisper. "I... I died."
Natasha moved closer, pulling a chair right up to his bedside. She reached out, her fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. Her touch, for once, was surprisingly soft. "You almost did. Tony... he died. But we saved you. Just barely."
He stared at her, confusion warring with a burgeoning sense of disbelief. "But... but you told him... you told him there was no point getting me any help. You told him I'd die." The words were a bitter accusation, despite his weakness. He remembered her words, "You can rest now."
Natasha’s expression showed guilt for a moment but then hardened. Her eyes, usually so unreadable, held a deep, weary pain. "I wanted him to feel it, Peter. Every ounce of helplessness. Every shred of horror. To watch his world crumble, just like he made ours. He didn't deserve a kind, peaceful death after what he did. He needed to understand the consequences of his madness. He needed to feel the terror of losing everything, of being powerless." Her voice was low, laced with a raw, unvarnished hatred that surprised Peter. He had known she was angry, but this was something deeper, colder.
He stared at her, wide-eyed. "You... you hated him that much?"
Natasha sighed, a long, drawn-out sound that seemed to carry the weight of years of unspoken burdens. She looked away, her gaze fixed on a distant point on the wall. "Tony did many bad things, Peter. You may not believe it but you got a better end of the deal. There are things you don't know about. Things you shouldn't try to find out about. Trust me on this. Some truths are better left buried." Her voice was quiet, but firm.
Peter was silent for a moment, processing her words. The depth of her animosity, the veiled threats of Tony's past actions – it was all too much, too heavy for his still-recovering mind. He shifted, trying to get more comfortable, the sheets rustling softly.
"Harley," he whispered, the name a fresh stab of grief. "What about Harley's family?"
Natasha’s gaze returned to him, a flicker of genuine sadness in her eyes. "They've been contacted. They're being taken care of. They're Shield's responsibility now." She paused, then added, "Shield is... slowly getting back on its feet. This whole Extremis thing was a major setback, but we're rebuilding."
Peter felt a fresh wave of sorrow for Harley, for his dreams of going back to his family. "I... I killed him. It was my fault. I used him."
Natasha shook her head, a decisive, almost fierce gesture. "No, Peter. You didn't. Harley knew what he was getting into. He was the one who told me about you getting materials for the vaccine. He was working with us. He was a hero, Peter. A true hero. Don't you dare blame yourself." Her voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. The weight of guilt did not lighten from the revelation but it did increase the respect he already had for Harley.
A new thought, a desperate hope, surfaced in Peter's mind. "Can I... can I go back to my Earth? To May? MJ? Ned?"
Natasha’s expression softened again, and her eyes held regret regret. "I wish I could tell you yes, Peter. Truly. But the connection... it was broken. tony had completely severed the path to your universe when he got you back here"
Weariness settled over Peter. No way home. He was truly alone in this universe. "So... now what?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper, the question hanging heavy in the sterile air.
Natasha leaned back in her chair, her gaze thoughtful. "Now," she said, her voice regaining some of its usual strength, "you rest. You regain your strength. And then... the choice is yours. You do whatever you want. You can be Spider-Man again, help us rebuild, help this world. Or you can be a normal person. Go to college. Live a quiet life. Whatever you want, Peter. You've earned it."
She pushed herself up, a signal that their conversation was drawing to a close. She turned to leave, walking towards the door.
"Wait!" Peter called out, a sudden, urgent thought striking him. "What happened to the Extremis? In the lab? The... the liquid?"
Natasha paused at the door, her back to him. She didn't turn around. "We are experimenting on it," she said, her voice flat, devoid of any emotions. "See if we can use it to our advantage. If not, we will destroy it."
It was a plain lie. Peter knew it. He knew it with every fiber of his being, They were not destroying it. They were trying to weaponize it. Nobody could contain Extremis. Not if Tony, its creator, its father, couldn't contain it. It was a monster, a virus, a force that consumed and corrupted. And they were playing with fire.
Natasha left the room, the door hissing shut behind her, leaving Peter alone in the quiet hospital room. The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor was a steady reminder of his continued existence. He looked out the window, at the towering skyscrapers of this cold, planned city. He was alive. Tony was dead. The world was saved. For now.
But Extremis was still out there.
Peter closed his eyes, a new resolve hardening in his heart. He was Spider-Man. He was still here. And he knew, with chilling certainty, that his work wasn't done. Not yet. He would rest. He would regain his strength. And then, he would do what he had to do.
Notes:
Peter will never stop trying to do good and that's what makes him spiderman! I hope you enjoyed the fic, it was my first fic on Ao3 and I'm glad it's finally finished. Tell me your thoughts in the comments, Have a great day, bye!
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