Summary- 6 Year old Peter is separated from his father during a fight. Tony will not stop until he gets his son back

(Third Person P.O.V)

The duo walked onto stage, the young six year old Stark gripping his father's hand tightly, scared of the vast crowd that seems to consume the floor below.

Tony also keeps a tight grip on his child, sadly no one was home to keep him company and Tony had to take Peter with him to this speech.

(Tony's P.O.V)

My grip on Peters hand never wavered as we walk on stage, his hand also having a tight grip.

"Welcome. I would introduce myself, but i'm sure you already know who i am", i say into the microphone, laughs erupt across the room.

I feel Peter move a little closer to me, i quickly glance down and whisper "it's okay bud".

Looking back up i say "this is Peter, my son", i gesture down to my child, who in return gives a little wave before standing behind my legs.

A collection of coos spread around the crowd, a proud smile on my face.

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"And that's ho-" My voice is cut of by the sound of an explosion, rippling around from the near distance.

Screams follow shortly after as robots start to stream in from the air, guns out and explosions ripping through the crowd.

Instinct kicks in as i pull Peter along with me, keeping him close to my side and out of the danger.

We get swept into the frantic crowd, as i try to find happy, while calling my suit.

I can hear Peter crying slightly beside me, "It's okay Petey, iron man will protect you" I say truthly to him, knowing i will always be there to keep him safe.

One minute, his hand was there, then the next it wasn't.

Panic swallows me as i turn to where Peter should be, but only see strangers.

"PETER" i shout over the ever increasing crowd.

With no call back fear freezes my veins as realization sets in, i've lost my kid.

A hand firmly grabs onto my shoulder, glancing over i see Happy there, an urgent look on his face, but as soon as his eyes meet my broken ones his face fills with fear.

"I don't know where Pete is." I choke out, tears rising in my eyes, just wanting to hug my kid.

I see Happy's face break at my statement as he says "we'll find him", his voice determined.

All i can do, is hope and pray he is okay, while waiting for my suit to get here.

(Third Person P.O.V)

As soon as they entered the crowd Peter tried, he really tried to keep a grip on his dad's hand.

But as the crowd grew, the youngest couldn't seem to keep a grip.

Then his hand slipped.

He tried to catch up to his dad, but the crowd seemed to push him away.

He could hear his dad shout his name and desperately fought against the crowd.

"DADDY" He shouted, but it was drowned out by the screams and cries, with the bots everywhere.

Tears were now streaming down his face as he looked frantically side to side, trying to find something familiar.

He saw and open area and ran toward it, but when he got there a huge robot landed in front of him, towering over the quivering child.

Normally the robots Peter sees are his friends, like dum-e and his dad's iron man suit, they always had a good aura around them.

But he could sense this bot was going to do something bad.

Someone who was also in the area, when they saw the robot there, they ran.

But when they passed Peter they accidently pushed him, sending the six year old falling to the floor.

He cried out as his hands hit the graveled floor, knees colliding painfully with the unforgiving ground.

More tears sprouted in his eyes, this time pain filled tears.

He glances at his hands and sees his palms ripped, his knees covered in painful abrasions, blood dripping down them.

Sniffling he glances back up at the robot, who raises his weapons at Peter, readying to fire.

(Tony's P.O.V)

Within 2 minutes the suit arrived, panic increasing as i blast up and away from the chaos.

"FRIDAY, scan for Petey" I say, desperation in my voice.

'On it' she replies instantly.

I fly around, trying to find him, but i don't see him.

Just when i feel myself start to break at the prospect at not being able to find Peter starts to seep into me FRIDAYS voice rings out, 'I've found Peter'.

A red dot appears on my screen, not to far from me.

I turn my thrusters up as fast as they can and shoot toward my kid.

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When he comes into view, i see a huge robot over him, weapons raised as Peter sits on the floor, tears cascading down his face as blood comes from his hands and knees.

Just as the weapons are about to go off, i fly straight into it, sending it falling to the floor.

Turning my repulsors all the way up i shoot it directly into its chest, making it explode into pieces.

I jump out of my suit, running to my kid.

He's still crying as i reach him, his bloody hands reach for me and i quickly pull him into a hug.

He shakily wraps his arms around me, burying his face into my chest and his cries turn to light sniffles.

Resting my cheek in his hair i rub his back soothingly.

"I'm here now Petey, you're safe i promise Bambi. I'm sorry". I reassure him, never wanting to let go of him.

"I was scared. Thought i was gonna die" He mumbles, breaking my heart as he grips slightly tighter to me.

I tighten my grip also and say "I will never let you die Bubba. I'll always save you, no matter how much it costs", my voice holds pure honesty, knowing what i said was true.

"Home?" Peter asks quietly, still tightly pressed against me, not wanting to let go.

Me, also not wanting to let go, keeps a firm grip on him.

"Yeah buddy. Let's go home and watch some star wars yeah", i say back, knowing it will make him feel better.

I feel him nod against me, still not moving.

Pulling him up slightly i stand, his head now tucked in the crook of my neck, legs wrapping around my stomach.

I look around and see all the robots down, i see them all slightly smaller than the one i took down and knew that was the one that controlled all the others.

The suit wraps around me again, making sure not to hurt Peter in the process.

One arm now has an iron grip around him, making sure he doesn't fall.

An emotional smile comes to my face, "I love you Pete" i tell him.

"I love you too dad" he says, head still in my neck, my heart warming as his arms hold a little tighter around my neck.

"Let's go home bud" I say, before taking off into the sky, ready to be home with my kid.

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