A very brief Villain Tony and hero Peter, based off this post, which someone requested ages ago :’) (all characters are 18+)
‘Sir?’
JARVIS’ electronic voice cut through the haze of numbers and formulas in Tony’s head, and he looked up from the hologram he’d been manipulating, rubbing his eyes.
“What is it, buddy?”
‘Someone is entering the house’s perimeter.’
Tony cursed, eyes narrowing as he flicked his wrist to summon a gauntlet, mind racing with thoughts of who it could be. The only people in his operation who knew where he lived, where he really lived, were Happy and Pepper, and they were both out of the country.
“You got facial rec, J?”
‘I- I believe so, sir.’
“You believe so? What the fuck does that mean?”
‘It means I don’t think you’ll believe me when I tell you.’
“JARVIS, for fuck’s sake!”
‘It’s the Spider-Man, sir. He is making his way to the front entryway.’
“Hostile?”
Tony was halfway to fully suited when JARVIS spoke with such emotion that Tony could almost believe he hadn’t programmed it into him.
‘No, sir, I don’t believe his intentions to be hostile. He appears to be under the influence of a strong narcotic, and I’m detecting some significant physical damage.’
“What the fuck?”
‘I estimate that he will lose consciousness in approximately seven minutes, sir.’
Looking back, Tony would really have no idea what came over him when he deactivated the suit, letting all of the reinforced metal clatter to the ground, before he was sprinting upstairs. Through the glass doors of the main entrance, a dark figure in a red suit was clearly visible, slumped lifelessly against the wall.
As soon as Tony opened the door, the figure gave out a broken sob and fell into his arms, burying his masked face into Tony’s chest.
“I’m so sorry,” he rasped, “I just- I had nowhere else to go.”
“Christ, who did this to you?” Tony murmured, “I’ll fucking kill them.”
The laugh died in the boy’s chest, and he winced in pain. Tony tensed, then sighed.
“We need to get inside. Never be too careful.”
The boy nodded, but went completely lax as Tony picked him up, carried him through the house and placed him on the couch with all the tenderness of a lover. Tony was so used to seeing the boy fighting, so graceful and feisty and full of untapped power, that seeing him like this was… jarring. It was painful.
“I’m going to take your mask off,” Tony said carefully, “I need to see the extent of your injuries. Or rather, I’ll have my AI scan you because I don’t actually have a medical degree.”
“And your AI does?”
Tony chuckled and moved his hands slowly, carefully to where the mask met the neck of his suit, easing the cloth over his head so as not to aggravate any sort of injury. The boy’s face was bruised badly, blues and purples and reds mottling his skin, nose bent at an unnatural angle and blood clotting around a split lip.
“Fuck, someone really did a number on you.”
There was an odd sort of possessiveness welling in Tony’s chest; Spider-Man was his superhero, his superhero to bruise and frustrate and anger, yet some filthy stranger had marked him up. Marking him up was Tony’s job.
“What’s your name?”
The boy’s voice cut through the red mist that’d descended over his thoughts, and he cracked a smile.
“Why should I tell you?”
“Well, I’ve seen the inside of your lair and you’ve revealed my secret identity. I should think we’re on a first name basis.”
“Fair enough. Tony Stark, at your service.”
“Peter Parker, nice to meet you. I think I’m going to pass out soon, Tony. Please don’t tie me up in any creepy basements whilst I’m not conscious.”
“I’ll keep that request in mind as I’m plotting nefariously.” Tony grinned, delighting in the smile that Peter cracked, before his eyes fluttered shut.
