Irondad Oneshots

You were gone

Peter is Tony's biological son. None of the avengers know about him.

This one is kinda short, so...

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"Hey Pete?" Tony walked into the main room.

Peter looked up from the couch where he was working on homework. "Yeah?"

"I'm going on a mission with the team."

Peter sighed. "Again? You just got back."

Tony ruffled his hair. "I know. I'm sorry. I'll be back in a week."

Peter stood up, hugging Tony. "Be careful dad."

Tony pressed a kiss to Peter's head. "Always am."

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That was three weeks ago.

Peter was out of his mind with worry. He didn't go to school in those days, instead waiting home for news.

He worked on his suit some, and talked to Pepper.

She hadn't heard from Tony, but was less worried, knowing how he got distracted.

Ned and MJ visited. Both reassuring him that Tony was fine.

He was still worried.

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It had been three weeks since the team had left.

Peter was in the main room trying to focus on his homework when they walked in.

Tony looked like he hadn't slept the entire time he'd been gone. Steve was supporting Bruce. Natasha was leaning on Clint. All of them had injuries, ranging from minor to major.

When Peter saw them, he stood up, attracting their attention.

They watched him warily, not knowing why there was a random kid in avengers tower.

"So where were you?" Peter asked, his gaze on Tony.

Tony walked toward him, holding out his arms for a hug, but faltering when he met Peter's gaze.

"The mission."

Peter shook his head. "You've been gone for three weeks. Do you have any idea how worried I was? I was out of my mind! You didn't text, you didn't call! You didn't contact me about you being gone for I don't know, three weeks?"

Tony sighed. "I'm sorry. I was trying to take care of our mission." He stopped, seeing Peter scoff.

"The mission was more important, hm? You couldn't spare twenty seconds to call? Letting your son know you weren't hurt, or worse, dead?"

"Son?" The team asked, at the same time.

Peter snapped his fingers, pointing at them without looking. "Yes. Now hush. I'm busy yelling at my dad."

Tony ran his hand through his hair. "I'm sorry, Pete. I'm sorry."

Peter glared at him for several seconds before sighing, and hugging Tony. "Never do that again."

Tony kissed the top of his head. "I'm sorry."

Peter nodded, mumbling into his shirt. " 's okay. 'M sorry for yelling. I was worried."

Tony leaned back, putting his hands on Peter's shoulders. "I know. And I don't blame you. I'd be mad too."

Peter sighed. "Let's get you guys to the med bay. Helen's waiting."

The two turned to look at the team, all wearing varying expressions of shock. "What did we miss?"

Peter waved awkwardly. "Hi. I'm Peter."