Tony was working with Peter in his lab. Peter was telling him about his day. Tony just nodded. How is it humanly possible? Does he even breathe? "And then it was my turn to read it... It was a nice chapter, though you know what it was about," said Peter. He didn't even wait for Tony to reply. "It was about guardian angels. You know what they are," asked Peter. Tony turned around to face Peter with an amused expression on his face. "Of course you don't know they are like spirits or ghosts, you can say, but they are good ones; they protect you from danger," said Peter. Tony rolled his eyes. Seriously, this was what kids were learning nowadays. "You believe in that," asked Tony. "Of course I do, but you know only good people have guardian angels," said Peter. "I forgot the name of the person who came up with this. I will call you to tell you when I remember," said Peter. Tony rubbed his temples. God, this kid. "Oh, I think you should go now; I also have an important meeting to attend," said Tony. "Oh, okay, see you later," said Peter. Peter gathered his stuff and waved cheerfully at Tony before leaving.
Peter reached his apartment. He felt something was wrong. He entered the house. There was no one. His eyes fell on the TV remote, which was lying on the floor. He froze. He had kept it on the couch, and he lived there alone; this means someone was inside the house. He decided to play it cool. He didn't want the person to know that he knew he was there. He looked around the house cautiously. He quietly called Tony, praying him to pick up.
Tony was halfheartedly listening to the meeting when his phone vibrated. He looked at it to see Peter calling. He snorted. He must have just reached home; why is he calling already? I think I have already memorised all of his today's lessons; I don't need to learn more. He put his phone on silent as the speaker glared at him. Peter started going inside his room. He could feel danger approaching. He had called Tony 3 times now. As soon as he opened the door to his room, he felt someone stabbing him from behind. He gasped in pain and stumbled forward to the floor. The man was about to attack him again, but Peter dodged this time and kicked him. The man fell to the ground. Peter started going out of the room, but by the time the man was back on his feet, he stabbed Peter again. Peter fell on the ground. The man towered over him. "Who are you? Why are you doing this?" croaked Peter. "Who I am is none of your business, but I came to know that you were rather close to Stark. He was the reason my family died, and he will have to experience the same thing." The man pressed the knife deeper in Peter's chest. Peter whimpered. He kicked him off. "I think this will do. Wish I could have seen Stark's face when he found out you bled to death and he did nothing," saying this, the man left.
Peter reached for his phone and dialled Tony, wishing for him to pick up, but he didn't. Tears streamed down his cheek. He tried again, but the call went to voicemail. "If you have called this number, then you must know who I am, so just leave your message. Try to make it short." Peter listened to the voicemail. Well, I'm glad the last thing I heard was your voice. "Hey, Mr. Stark... umm, I just wanted to thank you for everything you did for me... I just... you know, my favourite superhero is not Iron Man, but it's Tony Stark... I really love you, Dad... I think you got yourself a guardian angel." The phone slipped out of Peter's hand, and his world went black.
Tony came out of the meeting just 5 minutes after Peter called. He checked his phone to see 10 missed calls and 1 voice mail. He groaned but played the voicemail. 'Hey, Mr. Stark,' Tony frowned slightly. There was something off in Peter's voice. Why the hell is he talking like it's the last goodbye? Tony could feel panic gripping him. He was already on his way to Peter's apartment. His heart melted when he heard Peter saying that Tony Stark was his favourite superhero. He could feel his heart warming when he heard Peter calling him Dad. 'I think you got yourself a guardian angel.' Tony froze at those words. What the hell was all this about? Please be okay, Peter..just let all this be one of your stupid pranks.
Tony reached the apartment. The door was already open. This increased his panic. He rushed inside the house. His eyes looked around the house. His blood ran cold when he saw a hand covered in blood lying on the floor near the door. Tony was muttering no this whole time. He reached Peter's room and felt his whole world crashing. There was blood everywhere. His eyes darted to Peter, who was lying lifelessly in the pool of his own blood. His once white shirt was now red. His phone was lying beside his hand, and Tony's call log was flashing on the screen.
Tony fell on his knees beside Peter. "No, no, please, no, Peter, wake up. Don't do this to me. Just open your eyes. I'm here now," said Tony, but his voice was shaking. Tears were blurring his vision. He immediately called for the medics. He quickly pressed a towel against the stab wounds. Peter didn't even move. "Friday check his vitals," said Tony. "No vital detected," came Friday's voice. Tony's heart shattered. No, this can't be true; this can't happen. "No, no, Peter, I don't want a guardian angel. You understand, just wake up already," cried Tony. The medics arrived there. Helen gasped when she saw Peter but recovered quickly. "Tony, step aside; we can still save him," said Helen. Tony couldn't move. He felt himself being taken out of the room. He sat on the couch. His hands were covered in Peter's blood. He could hear voices coming from inside the room. They were restarting his heart. His kid had died. He tried to call him, but he didn't pick up. What if they failed? What if he will never get to hear his voice again?
His eyes fell on a note kept on the table. 'Now you must have understood how it feels to lose a family stark,' Tony shuddered. This was all his fault. He broke into a sob. "Mr. Stark, Peter, is out of danger now; we can move him to the medbay," said the nurse gently. Tony nodded. Peter woke up to a beeping sound. He looked sideways to see Tony sitting beside him as always. He was looking outside, and his eyes were red and puffy, maybe from crying. But Mr. Stark never cried. "Hey, Mr. Stark," Tony looked at Peter with relief. "Hey kid, how are you feeling?" asked Tony. "Like I was stabbed," joked Peter, but Tony looked unimpressed by it. "Oh, I'm fine. You know, superhealing and stuff," said Peter. "Yeah, lucky me... I was scared to death. Do you know what I felt? Oh god, I will never be able to forget it. I'm scarred permanently," said Tony. "I'm sorry, Mr. Stark, I should have..." Tony laughed sarcastically. "What the fuck are you sorry for? You have nothing to be sorry for; I'm the one who should be sorry; it's all my fault. I should have picked up your call, and you got attacked because of me in the first place," said Tony. Peter shook his head. "No, it was not your fault; you didn't know," said Peter. Tony looked unconvinced. "It really was not your fault. You would have picked up the call if you had known. You didn't ask that psycho to attack me. You didn't stab me, so how is it your fault? Instead, you saved my life. You arrived there just in time and acted timely, so case dismissed," said Peter. Tony couldn't help but smile at this. He ruffled Peter's hair.
"I don't want a guardian angel in my life because... never mind." Peter raised his eyebrows. "Because what... everyone wants a guardian angel in their life," said Peter. Tony smiled slightly. "Because you are my life," said Tony. Peter looked at Tony with so much emotion that it melted his heart. "Now let's not get too emotional and mushy; I'm not good at that stuff," said Tony. Peter smiled. "I love you too, Dad," said Peter before drifting back to sleep. Tony smiled warmly and kissed Peter's forehead. "I love you, son, more than anything," murmured Tony.
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