Wrong number :/~~Spider-Man

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Tony had like three bombs dropped on him at once, trying to sit up and grab a Peter.

Peter webbed him down. He had a manic expression on his face, red eyes and bared teeth.

"But it's not enough! Is it?? It never is!" He sobbed, throwing his hands up in the air as he kicked sand opposite to Tony, "I almost lost everyone today, Tony" his voice was sore, but he kept going, "you think I have that much going for me? All of my friends were in that school. Harley— he cut himself off.

He wasn't even going to try and go there.

"And then when he had you— when you were there" he found it more difficult to keep going, "I was going to kill him!" He admitted.

He didn't know or care if Skip actually did die or not. Tony might as well know, since this would probably be the last night he sees Peter.

Tony decided now was the time to catch Peter and get him home, because then he could probably have Wanda or something calm him down while Tony relayed to Stephen all of the new information and hired him the best therapist in the galaxy.

He set his blasters off, snapping Peter's webs. Peter took a few startled steps back, but quickly hopped into a defensive position.

Tony knew the kid shouldn't be fighting right now. He didn't want him to be either. There weren't many other options though.

He started off with a direct beeline to Peter, planning to just scoop him up and drag him home.

Peter shot a web at Tony though, taking a step aside and using momentum to throw Tony into an areal circle, before being pulled harshly into the sand.

"Did you not hear me??" Peter screamed, every inch of him feeling as though it was on fire, "I am done. Move on!".

"You think you're gonna scare me off that easy?" Tony asked, rising up, "I'm not gonna sleep until I know you're gonna be okay" he propelled forward, taking a less direct route.

"It's not going to end well!" Peter shouted, shooting another web.

He missed.

He missed again.

Third time's a charm.

"Peter, snap out of it!" Tony didn't have a reason to yell, his microphone doing most of the work for him as he circled closer to Peter.

Peter rotated along with him, the web still attached and holding strong.

The showdown got progressively more violent after that. Not in an injuring way, but in the effort the both of them put in to achieve their goal.

"Think about what Harley would think!" Tony tried, ,"or me! Or Stephen! Or your little nerd friends!"

"They'd get over it!" Peter tossed a handful of sand at Tony when he got too close, hoping it'd distract him long enough for Peter to dive out of the way.

It did not.

Tony grabbed Peter like a mangled cat, clawing it's way towards freedom.

"I would not get over it" Tony's strained voice stilled Peter, just ever so slightly.

"Leave me alone" he hissed, kicking at Tony's chest as hard as he could muster.

He'd not done that in a while, using his panic strength, he meant.

Tony shot back, unable to steady himself before he crashed into one of the beachside cliff's boulders.

Peter rolled to the ground, hopping up and preparing himself to run.