The Devil With The Face of an Angel | Irondad, pepperony

Chapter 30

"What the hell is that?"

"Everyone's got a gimmick now," Sam answered to brow hair man.

"I'm sorry, Sam, but you don't have to fight my dad!" he shouted at him, then kicked him to the ground so he could deal with Barnes, who was apparently the man Tony wanted to take away. "You have a metal arm?" Peter said admiringly as he stopped Barnes's attack. "That is awesome, dude!" But then the flying Sam grabbed him, so they fought together in the air. "Hey, hey, can't this be taken as a kidnapping?!"

"Go complain to Dad and Mom, she'll wipe your nose. You have nothing to do here!" Wilson snapped. Peter quickly shot his webs at the pillar supporting the roof and wrapped himself around him.

"Don't get my parents involved!"

"Your father got us involved in all this, so put our own house in order first," Wilson advised dryly, firing at him. Peter quickly dodged him, trying to hit Barnes, who was hiding behind a pillar. Suddenly, Sam grabbed him again and wanted to throw him to the ground, but Peter was faster. In a moment, the Falcon was strapped to the railing by Peter's webs. "Wow, I've never seen you fly. Those wings are really cool! Hey!" he shouted at Barnes, who was running against him, trying to hit him. It only took a few seconds for Sam and Bucky to lie on the ground all webbed.

"And I'm still a child!" Peter chuckled, leaping out to inform his father that he had caught Wilson and Barnes. He found his team easily. Rhodey and Tony stood by the burning car, and Natasha slowly rose from the ground. "Aunt Nat! Are you okay?"

"Yes of course. But what about you?" she asked carefully, then looked back at Tony reproachfully. "You shouldn't have dragged him here! What were you thinking? He is a child! This is our fight!"

"Believe me, I'm not excited about it in retrospect," Tony muttered, looking at his son. "Are you okay? You're doing great."

"Not a scratch!" he boasted.

"So far. This is just the beginning. I planned to try it in a good way, but it looks like I'm going to have to change it. Let's go," Tony urged and flew up. Peter's cobweb wrapped around his leg, and he felt like a little boy who had a dream come true as he flew through the air.

"I caught Sam and that Barnes!"

"Maybe for a while. There they are," Tony said, and then he, Peter, Rhodey, and Nat touched the ground with their feet. Black Panther and Vision joined them. Team Iron Man and Team Captain America were now facing each other, and they all glared at each other.

"This is not gonna end well," Nat muttered as Rogers' team began to walk toward them. They imitated them.

"They're not stopping. Do they really want to take us down?" Peter asked. But seriously, where did such animosity between Tony and Steve come so quickly? What went wrong? He would have to ask Aunt Nat when it was all over.

Peter couldn't keep track of how the others were doing in the fight, because he had his hands full with Wanda. She threw at him everything that came to her hand; even a car. And he had something to do to avoid her.

"Hey! I thought we were friends! Are you really trying to crush me like a cockroach?" he shouted at her, trying to throw nets at her. But she tore them apart with one wave.

She grinned. "More like a spider." And then she tossed him away.

He would definitely injure his spine on impact and suffer a lot of minor injuries if he didn't catch on the wing of one of the planes. "Damn it," he said, for some relief, full of adrenaline. He didn't even realize he was shaking. This was really serious. Why don't they stop? Someone has to stop this, or they'll all mutilate and kill each other!

"Steve!" he shouted at his father's, now probably ex-best friend. Steve looked back at him. Neither of them wanted to attack the other. "Stop it!"

"You shouldn't have come here, Peter. You can't understand what's going on."

"Do you want to kill my dad?"

"No," he answered without thinking.

"Then end it and solve it reasonably!" he asked desperately.

"I'm sorry, but it probably won't work any other way," Steve told him, running away, and Peter couldn't follow him, even if he wanted to. He just caught a flying Rhodey who would otherwise crash into a plane.

"Are you ready, kid? We have to get the overgrown baby on his shoulders," Rhodey informed him.

"I'm always ready for anything!" Peter said firmly, and when Rhodey urged him not to take it easy on Lang, he began to wrap one web after another around his giant legs. Tony and Rhodey sent Scott to the ground, but as he fell, he struck Peter, who immediately fell very painfully to the ground. He growled in pain and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Peter!" Tony yelled, and he flew quickly after him. He took off his Iron Man mask and ran after him. He knelt in fright at the boy's motionless body. My God. What did he do? "Peter, for God's sake..."

"Dad..." Peter moaned and as he moved, a terrible pain was shooting into his ribs.

"Shh, I'm here. Do not move. Are you all right? I was afraid that..." He couldn't finish the sentence. He was probably injured, but at least the injury wasn't fatal. He gently removed his Spider-Man's mask and pulled him into his arms. He tried to be as careful as possible, but Peter still whimpered painfully. "You did a good job. You're done. Stay down."

"No, I'm good. I'm fine-"

"Stay down. Without protest," he said sternly. But despite the pain, Peter kept resisting. "Stay down or I'll call your mom!"

"You wouldn't do that. Then you'd be in trouble, too," he smiled exhausted.

"You're right. Just stay down. Please. You did great today, but you need to gather strength. I'll be back soon, and I'll send Aunt Nat for you in the meantime, okay? Don't even move," he ordered.

"All right, all right..." he resigned. "Dad? Stop it. It's ridiculous. Please, let's go home."

"I'm sorry, Peter. Really. But I have to stop them," Tony replied in a colorless voice, checking his son with the last glance and then flying away. He has to stop Rogers. He has to.