Spiderson/Irondad & Avengers One Shots

#3- My Way Or The Highway

Song of the Chapter is Hold On by Chord Overstreet

"What happened?"

"He-he's gone." A quiet cry left his throat as he sat there, blood dripping down his face and two bodies lay next to him on the floor. Horror filled his eyes as he began to hyperventilate and he was pulled into strong, comforting arms. "He's gone.."

"It's okay, just tell me what happened.."

&&&&&&& Flashback Brought To You By Life Being Stressful As Fuck &&&&&&&&&&

"C'mon, Peter. You can't do this alone and we both know dad wouldn't be happy if I told him where you went." A young teen grinned, attempting to coax his brother into letting him join the mission and the curly haired teen sighed.

"You don't even have-" Peter was cut off as his younger brother tapped his watch and a suit engulfed him, similar to his own.

"I, uh, kinda copied your design." He grinned sheepishly and Peter rolled his eyes.

"Yea, I can see that." Now, it wasn't that Peter didn't care for his brother and it wasn't like he isn't flattered that his younger brother copied his design. However, Peter gets annoyed and irritated with the younger teen easily.

"Not completely, though! See, I also somewhat copied dad's design as well." He held his hand up and a light beam shot out of his suit. Peter once again rolled his eyes and huffed in pure annoyance.

"I'm not-"

"Incoming call from dad." Karen announced and before he could tell Karen to decline the phone call, a voice rang out from his watch.

"Kid? Where are you-"

"Peter's trying to mfghdgj." The younger teen's words became muffled as Peter wrapped his hand around his brother's mouth and mentally groaned.

"Was just about to take Harley with me to patrol, dad. I'm going to train him with his new suit he made." Peter felt his brother smile against his hand and the older teen wanted to tear his hair out.

"Okay, kids. Be careful and Peter, don't let your brother get hurt." The billionaire announced before hanging up and Peter groaned, turning to his brother with a glare after releasing him from the spider's grip.

"So I can come?" Peter didn't answer as his suit engulfed him and the two took off without another word. They arrived hours later at a hidden base just outside the city and Peter used his thermoheat to check how many people were in the building.

"Harley we need to-" Peter was cut off as blunt force came from behind and hit his head, causing his eyes to close.

"Peter!"

&&&&&&& Fast Forward Brought To You By A Complete Decline In Mental Health &&&&&&&&&

"Ha-Harley?" Peter groaned as he sat up, pain spreading like wildfire throughout his body and panic consumed him as he failed to pick up on any signs of his brother being near. He could hear disgusting laughter drift through what he assumed was a dimly lit hallway and the curly haired teen frowned, fear clouding his thoughts. The teen looked down at himself, seeing that he was in regular clothing and his watch was missing.

"Das dünne Gör scheint nicht viel zu sein (The skinny brat doesn't seem like much)." A soldier laughed as he tilted back in his chair, beer in hand and a smirk on his face. The others laughed and shared similar opinions. Peter pulled at the restraints and smirked when he noticed that the nails holding the chains were loose. He quickly formulated a plan and sprung it into action after weighing out the options and choosing the (hopefully) best outcome.

"Bewachen! (Guard!)" Peter shouted, desperation in his voice and the men ignored the boy.

"Dummes Gör halt die Klappe! (Stupid brat, shut up!)" The guard yelled as they went back to the previous discussion and Peter groaned. He wanted to get this done the easy way, but since they were making it difficult and blowing him off, he knew he had to do it the hard way. He yanked the chains out of the wall and fell to the floor, running to the cell door. He bent the bars and climbed out, cuffs and chains still attached to the metal that was once attached to the wall.

"Hey, Arschlöcher. Wo ist mein Bruder? (Hey, assholes. Where is my brother?)." Peter called out, standing in front of them with his arms crossed and they all reached for their guns.

Before they could make another movement, Peter swung the metal chain around the room and knocked all of them out. He cursed as he realized he would have more of a difficult time trying to find his brother now that he knocked everyone out. With a heavy sigh, Peter turned around and froze at the sight before him. His baby brother was being held by his neck and a gun pointed to his temple. Harley was struggling against the man's tight hold and Peter couldn't breathe properly. The older Stark sibling didn't know what to do and the guy holding his brother gave out a devious laugh. Harley's head was bleeding and his body looked beaten down.

"Did you think it were that easy, spider man?" The man smirked with a thick accent and Peter didn't move, eyes focused on his young brother with a gun to Harley's head.

"Please.. Just, let him go." Peter begged, eyes still locked on his brother as the guy held the younger teen tighter by the throat and Peter fell to the floor. He held his hands together and held his head down, tears falling onto the ground. "Töte ihn nicht. Töte mich bitte. ich bitte dich. (Don't kill him, kill me please. I beg you.)" Peter stuttered out, head still bowed and the guy chuckled. He pulled the safety off and Peter's head snapped up, more tears falling rapidly. "ICH BITTE DICH! (I BEG YOU!)" The smaller teen was sent to the ground and Peter was grabbed by his throat. The HYDRA agent chuckled and held the gun to the spider's temple.

"Dummes Gör. (Stupid brat.)"

The following sounds mashed together as bodies fell to the ground and a drone flew above the now dead HYDRA agent. Harley crawled to his brother in a rush, ignoring all his injuries and fighting to reach Peter. His body wanted to give out, but Harley was too determined to check on Peter's well being and panic set in as the spider wasn't moving. The youngest reached his brother and his breath caught in his throat.

********* Flashback End Brought To You By Harley Not Understanding Any German *************

Tony held his youngest close, silently grieving over his oldest and trying his hardest to not shake while looking at the spider motionless on the floor. Memories filled his mind and he tried to block them out, while Harley cried into his father's arms. The billionaire lost control of his tears and they poured down his face, while he forced his sobs down. His youngest pulled away and looked at his father's face, guilt him harshly. This was his fault. He had gotten his brother killed.

"I-It's my fault, dad. I- I k-killed Pe-Pe-Peter." Harley stuttered, tears coming out faster and he began to hyperventilate again. He looked to his dead brother and black dots clouded his vision. Exhaustion and pain fully set in and if it weren't for the billionaire holding him, he'd be falling on his face. Tony held his son in his arms and had another suit come get his oldest. The billionaire and his extra suit took off, Tony looking back several times to make sure his suit was still holding his eldest. The family was never the same after that day, but Harley took over the beloved Spider; Eventually alluding to the world about his oldest brother who was the original Spider Man. He never let his brother's memories fade and even shared some with his baby sister Morgan when she was younger. 

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