Do you have any peter has cancer stories
Stark Men Are Made of Iron by betheflame
“Dad, what’s your face doing?”
“Peter, the doctors have told us over and over again that this surgery has a 95% chance of getting all the cancer. This talk of ‘when you’re gone’... it’s just not necessary,” Tony stroked his son’s hair and smiled at him. “What do we always say about Stark men?”
“That we’re made of iron,” Peter replied dutifully. “But, what if cancer corrodes iron?”
His voice was small on that last question and Peter felt tears rush to his eyes. No, he berated himself. Dad doesn’t need my tears.
He was shocked to look up into Tony’s eyes and see a matching set of those salty messengers. “Well, then I’ll just invent the best fucking cleaning product on the planet and we’ll show that corrosion who’s boss.”
Cough Medicine by RisingAnarchy
Tony Stark doesn’t do “sick kids”. He also doesn’t do this whole “Make-A-Wish” program crap. So, when he meets Peter Parker, a fifteen-year-old cancer patient with Death breathing down the kid’s neck, he doesn’t see himself getting attached. A week passes with rolling eyes and passive aggressive comments before he finally realizes three important things.
It isn’t until the last day comes, that Tony Stark sees the importance of not being a dick.
we'll do this together by spiderlingthememe
“I… I don’t understand.” Peter looked up at Tony and May, his eyes lost. “I have cancer? Was it- was it something I did?”
“Baby no,” May murmured, running her hand through his curls. Peter could tell May was trying to hold back her tears, could tell she was trying to put on a brave front for him. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” Peter turned to Tony, meeting his gaze head on. He could see the storm brewing, the concern, sadness, fear. Tony reached out abruptly, grabbing Peter’s hand and holding it in a white knuckle grip, taking a deep breath.
“How? He has an enhanced metabolism and healing factor. We always thought he couldn’t get sick.” Tony asked. Bruce sighed, stepping up to join Helen at the end of Peter’s bed, eyes sad.
“Well, we actually have reason to believe the spider bite could’ve been the cause for Peter’s cancer.”
Overcast Skies to Pen Ink by CrumblingAsh
“Nothing.” He stretches his legs out, digs his toes carefully into Tony’s thigh, takes comfort in the fact that, despite the movement, the hand doesn’t move. Such a good day. “We’re thinking about … nothing. About what it would be like to … find a void. Some deep pocket in the universe where time doesn’t exist, and you can just … pause. Stop for a while, you know? Just tuck into nothing. Just for a bit. A nap.”
let's get on with living (while we can) by almond_blossoms
Peter picked up a corkscrew laying in front of him. “What’s an oncologist?” he asked, halfway distracted by fiddling with the tool in his hands.
Tony gripped Steve’s arm, swallowing heavily as his heart picked up speed. “Why?”
“Uhm, I just talked to my doctor. He said he’s referring me to one,” he shrugged, twisting the top of the corkscrew around and around.
or; Peter gets sick. Really sick.
