My Ironclad Irondad // Oneshots

Prey

Warning: Infinity War spoilers.
Here's a bit of a shorter one.

Peter somehow found himself on a flying donut in space, billions of miles from Earth. And Mr. Stark was not having it.

"Kid, you were supposed to stay on Earth!" He sounded frustrated and a bit angry.

"Well I just sorta aimed for the ship and... And this suit is, ridiculously intuitive, by the way. So, if anything, its kind of your fault that I'm here."

"What did you just say?"

"Nothing, nothing."

Mr. Stark huffed and began to talk to the Wizard. After a bit, his spidey-senses started to tingle. He tried to get Mr. Stark's attention, but his attempts fell on deaf ears.

"Let me just say, if aliens wind up implanting eggs in my chest or something and I eat one of you, I'm sorry," he said with a smile. Mr. Stark turned around.

"I don't want another single pop culture reference out of you for the rest of the trip. You understand?"

His eyes widened at the threat, but he pointed behind him and said, "I'm trying to say something is coming."

In a flash, Peter was pinned to the ground. He heard Mr. Stark bickering with another man, but the last thing that got his attention was a gun, pressing into the side of his head.

"Tell me where the girl is, or I swear to you, I'm gonna french-fry this little freak!" Ouch. A bit rude. He rolled his eyes under his mask.

"Let's do it! You shoot my guy and I'll blast him! Let's go!" Mr. Stark retaliated. He looked up to see him holding what had to be the biggest gun ever to some muscley guy's head. Of course, Mr. Stark had to make all his weapons scary looking.

"Do it, Quill! I can take it," the red muscley guy, still held at gunpoint by Mr. Stark, yelled.

"No, he can't take it!" He looked up to see a girl standing there, antennae sprouting from her head. For some reason, he began to salivate. His spidey-senses were going haywire and his stomach growled. Loudly. The guy that had been called Quill looked down at him in confusion. He lowered his gun a bit.

"You're hungry? At a time like this?" Quill looked down at him and Peter could only nod absentmindedly, still fixated on the bug girl.

"Yeah... Uh, Mr. Stark, this is really weird. What's going on?" Peter managed to choke out.

"Pete, what are you staring at?"

"My spidey-senses are going crazy. Is there something in the suit that would make that happen?" He turned to face Tony and pulled off his mask, a slightly deranged look on his young face.

"Woah, kid, what's going on?" Mr. Stark lowered his gun, eventually putting it away. "Pete, are you alright?"

"Mr. Stark, I'm not supposed to want to eat people, right?"

Tony's eyes widened in confusion and shock. "Definitely not." He followed Peter's gaze. "Right now, Pete? You need to have a weird spider thing happen to you right now?" He rolled his eyes at Peter, putting his hands up as he made his way towards the kid. Quill seemed a bit confused at the situation, now having put his weapon away as well.

"Do not eat the bug girl, Peter. Do you hear me? If you eat her, you will be grounded for forever." Peter was completely still, staring at Mantis who only stared at him back. Tony was approaching him slowly. When he finally got within a practical distance, he lunged, trying to tackle Peter to the ground. Of course, always one step ahead, no thanks to his sixth sense, Peter dodged him.

Mantis, not really following the sequence of events that had been unfolding, had only blankly returned Peter's stares. Once Peter jumped at her though, she shrieked, and began to run away. She quickly felt a sticky net of webbing entagling her and trapping her, arms pressed to her sides and legs glued firmly together. She toppled over midstride, falling to the ground. Suddenly, a young boy was behind her, slinging her over his shoulder and taking off in as fast a run as he could manage with the awkward lump he was carrying. Mantis shrieked again for Quill to help her, and Tony could only shake his head, placing his forehead in his hands. He'd have to have Cap make a PSA video about not eating aliens. You could probably get some sort of weird disease from them or something.

"FRIDAY, activate the Idiot Nuetralizer Program," he said into his helmet. FRIDAY connected to Peter's suit, essentially tazing him. Tony watched as, in the distance, he saw Peter's small frame shake, and subsequently face plant into the ground, followed by a faint, "ow."

Quill looked up at Tony, opening his mouth to ask a question. Or more accurately, seventeen questions, but was silenced by a quick remark by Tony.

"Don't ask."