Chapter 2
Rhodey had been calling Tony for ten minutes.
No answer.
He didn’t want to jump to conclusions. After all, Tony was probably making Peter hot chocolate. Or maybe the volume of the tv was too loud for them to hear it. Maybe Peter had insisted they go on a hike the first second they got there.
But something told him that wasn’t it.
That something was wrong.
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Tony gently stroked Peter’s bloody, matted hair.
Nobody had come.
Was it that hard to see the wreckage?
This was all his fault.
Peter. I’m so sorry.
He held Peter’s small, cold hands in both of his, rubbing them to give them warmth. Tony had cleaned and bandaged Peter’s leg as best he could, but he wasn’t a doctor. He only had a first aid kit. And Peter’s heartbeat was slowing.
Nonononono not his baby.
Please, not his baby, not Peter.
Please.
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Happy dashed into the penthouse. “Rhodes? What’s happening?”
Rhodey looked up and shook his head. “I don’t know. Tony and Peter should have been at the cabin hours ago.”
Happy frowned. “Nothing from them? No texts?”
“Nothing.”
“Can you track them?”
“I tried. The signal is pretty shitty, so I called you in.”
He looked confused. “What, you think I can track them? I’m the head of security.”
Rhodey sighed. “Look, just try, okay? I got a hold of Rogers, Romanoff, and Wilson. And Cho. But if anyone can find them, it’s Nat.”
Please find them.