A/N: Hey guys! I had some extra time today, so I cranked this Chapter out. I hope you enjoy the final Chapter!:)

Dedicated to Alana on AO3.

Disclaimer: I do not own Spider-Man or any related materials.

The rest of the week passes by without much incident.

They mostly stay in the Tower, the genius fixing both him and Peter dinners and watching every Disney movie that Friday could find. Tony knows that he should be pushing Peter to go out into the real world, or at the very least back to school, but his boy's fearful brown eyes make this a lot harder then it should be.

Peter is still scared. The Billionaire thinks as he stirs the melted butter into the mashed potatoes, frowning harshly and gripping the spoon tighter. It doesn't matter that the fucker is going to be dead in a few hours, Jason still holds power over him.

Over both of them.

It's funny, actually. Tony knows that the man is not escaping his fate, that he is not going to suddenly reappear on the street one day and rip Peter from his arms, take his baby away and hurt him again. But that doesn't stop the elder Stark from scanning the crowd when driving down the street, making sure to check the security footage around their home before he goes to bed, and holding his child closer when anyone with even a hint of red in their hair or a speck of hazel in their eyes comes within 10 feet of them.

He knows that it is irrational, sometimes even stereotypical of him to react this way, but that doesn't stop the hum of anxiety and blood chilling instincts that force him to take these actions. His thoughts are haunted with evil laughs and his son's screams, the imaginative versions quickly becoming reality when he has to wake up every few hours to shake Peter from another goddamn nightmare, pushing the young boy's head against his chest and blinking back his own tears.

A sudden beep to his left has the genius startling, and he glances down at the now almost soupy bowl of mashed potatoes that he has been beating for the past ten minutes. Shaking his head, Tony grabs the red and white oven mitts from the hook above the stove, the red numbers flashing at him as it continues it's obnoxious alarm.

After double checking that the meatloaf is cooked all the way through, the elder Stark carries it over to the gleaming dinning table, the candles flickering as he brushes past. The sound of the T.V, now not blocked by the wall, carries over to him and he hides a snicker behind the mitt as the sound of Peter singing to The Lion King carries over, the loud grumble of Happy audible in between the lines.

Setting the steaming dish into the center of the table, Tony stops for a second to admire his handiwork, all of the food piled up and the China sparkling. Giving a small smile, the Billionaire walks quickly into the next room, picking up a stray napkin as he goes.

What he sees next makes him laugh out loud and have a heart attack all at once.

Peter is standing on the back of the couch, his arms raised over his head and his mouth open wide as he screams/sings the lyrics in perfect unison with the movie, ignoring Happy as the man shoved his own fingers into his ears, his face pulled in a scowl. But his eyes are sparkling in mirth, and Tony knows that he is not actually annoyed.

"Peter! Get down from their now before you fall and hurt yourself!" Huffing out a harsh sigh, Tony quickly walks the few feet to stand behind the teen, trying to slow his racing heart and stop of the images of his son falling from flowing through his mind.

Reaching forward, the genius gently grips his son by the waist, picking him up easily and setting him back into the couch, the sound of Peter's singing cut off short as he yelps. Squirming slightly, the teenage tilts his head back as far as it will go, the motion making his face turn red as the blood flows toward his brain.

"Hey, Dad!" He says, smiling widely and reaching out to wrap his arms around his father's middle, squeezing tight.

Tony squeezes back without hesitation, the feeling of his child safe in his arms never loosing the magical quality no matter how many times they had hugged. Leaning down, his lips rest against the spiderling's temple as he lets go, ignoring the smirk spread across Happy's face and choosing to stare into the gleaming brown eyes below him.

"Hey kiddie, you ready to eat?" He asks, his smile never leaving his face as Peter jumps up, the rumbling of his stomach becoming audible.

"Duh!" Leaving begins the two adults, the teenager walks quickly in the direction of the decked out table, his limp barely seeming to bother him. "Uncle Happy, can you pause the movie please?"

Turning around, Peter fixes his large puppy dog eyes onto the unsuspecting man still sitting on the couch, the faded bruising on his face adding to the effect. Happy groans dramatically, snatching the remote from the coffee table and jabbing the button with a quick flick of his thumb, before standing up himself.

"There you go, kid. You can stop looking at me like that now." The grumpy man says after a second, making a shooing motion with his hand and fixing his shirt with the other.

Tony crosses his arms over his chest, the Arc Reactor warm against his skin as he turns around. Rolling his eyes at the show of annoyance the other man was putting on, he reaches down and grabs the little orange bottle sitting on the table, the pills encased inside rattling at the motion. Narrowing his eyes, the Billionaire silently counts the number he can see without opening the bottle, looking sharply at Happy when he finds 2 more then there should be.

"Did Peter take his medication?" He asks, frowning when Happy shakes his head.

"I tried to get him to take them, Tony. But he insisted that he was fine and then started to dance on top of the couch. What did you expect me to do, shove them down his throat?"

Growling at the thought of anyone forcing anything down his child's throat, the genius begins to walk back to the table, the sound of Happy's dress shoes on the floor starting a few seconds after. Grunting out a cough, the taller man reaches over and grabs his friend by the arm, stopping them before they make it into the other room.

"I'm sorry Tony, I should have made him take them. I didn't mean to make things more difficult for you."

Shrugging, the Billionaire pats his honorary brother on the shoulder. "It's okay, Hap. I know how Peter gets, and I'm just glad that he's laughing again."

And with that, both adults step into the kitchen, Peter's impatient face starting back at them from his place at the table. He is holding his fork in his good hand, his other still wrapped tightly in a bandage and draped across his jean clad legs.

His knife has been pushed away, the sharp side flipped as far from Peter it possibly could, and Tony knows that sharp objects still cause the teen some panic. Reaching over, he ignores his boy's flinch with a hot flash of guilt, and removes the utensil, setting if on the counter behind him and letting out a relieved breath when Peter immediately relaxes.

The glowing light from the chandelier above him is reflected in his child's beautiful brown eyes, and Tony knows that he would do anything to keep that smile on his face.

Sitting down on his son's left side, the elder Stark gently pushes the teenager closer to the table, his chair squeaking against the floor as it moves. Happy seats himself across from both father and son, grabbing his napkin and setting it on his lap as they start to fill their plates. He watches with eyes like a hawk as Peter takes his medication, ignoring his son's grimace of disgust as the dry pills get forced down, the water doing nothing to ease the motion. Finally, he finished swallowing, and they all go back to just enjoying each other's company.

They all talk and joke, the atmosphere light and familiar and safe. Family. Tony feels the tension he has held unknowingly in his shoulders loosen, his chest expanding with a emotion he can't seem to name as he watches Peter snort at something his Uncle said, his child's tussled brown hair smooth under his fingers as he runs his hand through it, smiling lightly when Peter leans into his touch.

All through dinner he keeps an eye on the clock, the red numbers flashing in the dim light. 5:22. 5:31. 5:46.

Finally, it reaches 5:55.

Tony himself tenses, feeling Peter shift in his seat and lean most of his body against his Dad's, his head resting on the genius's shoulder and his hitching breath tickling his father's neck. Wrapping his arms around his child, Tony runs his hand up and down Peter's back as they wait, feeling Happy's dark eyes watching their every move as he goes quiet. Setting his chin against the spiderling's head, lips brushing against his forehead, all three of them watch as the numbers slowly climb toward 6 o'clock.

The setting sun files into the room from the window, the New York City skyline becoming brighter as the glowing orb falls below the horizon, the moon poking its glowing pale face above the trees almost immediately afterwards. A dark shape flies by the window, and Tony watches as a bird catches one last insect before flying back home, the flutter of it's wings almost audible in the silence that has over taken the room.

His phone buzzes almost as soon as it turns 6:00.

Swallowing down the lump in his throat, the Billionaire pulls his phone out of his pocket with shaking hands, tightening his hold on his baby when he flicks the device on.

He is dead. Is all it says, Fury's number flashing across the screen, but the words meaning so much more.

Tony immediately begins crying, his tears dripping down his nose and landing with soft splats in Peter's hair, his shoulders shaking as he sobs in pure relief. His son doesn't even try to keep quiet, his cries filling up the room and echoing though the apartment as he practically climbs into his Dad's lap. His whole face is a mask of solace, the wetness of his tears coating the elder Stark's chest and making the fabric stick to his skin.

"He is gone, Peter. He is dead, baby, and you never, ever have to worry about him again. He is gone gone gone. . ." Tony keeps repeating, his voice cracking and gravelly with emotion.

Peter doesn't respond with words, just lets out a whimper and squirms closer, his hands shaking as he clutches his Daddy's shirt in his fingers. He keeps nuzzling Tony's chest, his bruised face no doubt having started to get sore from the constant pressure, but the teen doesn't seem to care. His food forgotten, the Billionaire focuses his entire attention on his son, knowing that this moment was going to be one they all remember for a long time.

Out of the corner of his eye, Tony sees Happy discreetly wipe at the side of his face and knows that his brother is as overcome with emotion as him and Peter.

After a while, things begin to settle down.

Peter has fallen asleep, his face still pillowed against Tony's chest and his arms wrapped around him. His cheeks are still wet with tears, and the father brushes them away with the pad of his thumb, curling his body tighter around his baby when the boy shifts. Happy waves his hand in front of his face, and Tony blinks, focusing his stinging eyes on the other man.

"You can go ahead and put Peter to bed, Boss. I can clean up dinner." The driver says quietly, and Tony gives him a nod in thanks.

Standing up slowly, the genius gently lifts Peter into his arms, the teen groaning softly at the movement and burrowing into his arms more fully once comfortable again. He exits the room just as Happy begins to fill up the sink with soapy water. Walking over to the hallway, Tony shoves open his son's bedroom door with his shoulder, careful not to bump his baby's head against the entry way as he scoots inside.

Letting out a muffled curse as his toe collided with something hard, the elder Stark limps over and gently lowers his son into the hastily made bed. Grabbing the night clothes sitting on the edge, he changes Peter out of his jeans and shirt, the boy not even stirring once as he is manhandled. Finally the teenager is ready for bed, and Tony covers him up with the blanket, the light from the Arc Reactor casting a soft blue glow onto his small form.

Sniffling, Tony sits down next to him, smiling when the young Stark immediately curls into his side, subconsciously seeking out his father's protection and comfort even while asleep. Clearing his throat, the genius begins to hum quietly onto the now darkened room, content to just watch the slight rise and fall of his child's chest as he breathes.

Leaning over one more time, Tony softly kisses Peter's temple and tucks the sheets more firmly against his boy's form, brushing the hair back from his face and standing up. His back creeks, and he shifts, walking over to the still open doorway.

He stops, turning around and looking back, his heart filling with a love so fierce that it takes his breath away. The Billionaire's shadow blocks the incoming light from the hall, and he moves to the side, blinking back tears when his son's peaceful face comes into view, his mouth open in a silent snore and a small puddle of drool forming on his pillow.

He is the most precious thing Tony had ever seen.

Letting out a sigh of relief, the elder Stark blows one last kiss to his child's sleeping form, watching the steady puffs of air escaping Peter and feeling so fucking lucky that he has his kid in his life. Shaking his head, he turns back around, flicking the light off as he goes and shutting the door with a soft thump, making sure to keep it cracked just Incase.

As he walks away from his child's bedroom, Tony knows that everything is going to start looking up for Peter and that his son will never have to go through something like this again.

He will always make sure of it, no matter what stands in his way. His son is worth everything, and Tony swears deep down in his bones that he would protect him.

Always.

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