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[PM] 

I love you.

Peter wasn’t supposed to be on the job. Better yet–or worse, yet (Tony hadn’t yet figured that out)–it was supposed to be an easy job. When the Avenger’s alert radiated across the tower, sending Tony’s phone vibrating to all hell, and JARVIS announced, “there’s a building on fire on 8th and Irving,” Tony had assumed the best–they brought the big guns, and by guns he meant hoses, they removed civilians from the area (it was, after all, past work hours; it was unlikely that anyone was inside except perhaps the over-worked few–look who was talking), and it’d be job over. Easy peasy.

And then the building collapsed. Tony had failed to calculate aging structure, hadn’t thought about how weak the boards of the old office building–something that hadn’t been updated since the early 1900′s and had been crafted in the 1800′s–would be and how easy they’d crumble, just how quickly the ceiling would fall. Tony had failed to do his research, and the wort part was, he wasn’t the one about to pay for it.

“Peter!” Tony’s scream rang across the comms, crackled through the voice modifier of the Iron Man suit, but he didn’t care, didn’t give a damn who was listening and who wasn’t, just that his boots should have been faster than this, just that when he swooped in to grab the crumbling foundation, lift it off the red-and-blue adorned hero, he was already too late. The building was falling, and everything–everything from the walls, to the ceiling, to the damned floor, the stupid trash can in the corner–was on fire. 

Tony scrambled to remove the rubble, looking for a twitch, a kick, anything that said Peter Parker--the boy who had a scheduled dinner with Aunt May that evening, who had bragged over the comms about her hand-made pies, who was still ready for another fight. “Come on, Kid,” Tony whispered, and he should have known then, should have put the pieces together, because JARVIS had turned off the comms. 

Tony saw red and sprinted, but all he found was a ripped piece of mask. “Spiderman, answer.” But there was only static on the other end of the line, and Tony’s heart–that old battered, broken thing–was pounding out of his chest. “Come on, come on. JARVIS, scan for heat signatures. Do it again. I don’t care! Do it again.” 

JARVIS would scan for hours; Tony would search for longer. 

After receiving Peter’s confirmation, Fitz grinned and slid his phone over the counter towards his mess of projects. He wasn’t greatly worried about finding it again, especially since once he looked around, he realized just how untidy the shop was looking. He was going to have to organize everything before Peter got there, and hopefully quickly. 

For the next twenty minutes he ran from place to place, returning tools, replacing scrap pieces, and trying to clean up any corner that seemed to be shrouded in more crap than he thought possible. Of course, tucked away in one of his cabinets, he found his set of bagpipes. He hadn’t been practicing as much as he promised Darcy he would- partly because he had been threatened throughout the entire floor- but also because he was just too busy to try and blow into a pipe. But with Peter dissing his Scottish brethren over the instrument, when was a better time to pick up an instrument?

Hey Fitz,

[enclosed is Scotch and two How It’s Made full seasons].

I always used to love watching these, but I’ve been running out of time lately. Maybe we could watch them and have a night in?

Happy Birthday, bro

– Peter

Science Lion: Hey Kiddo.

Science Lion: I'm milking this age difference for all its worth, btw.

Peter,

I don’t know what to say really. Except I’m sorry that I’m dead and I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you about the whole...superhero thing. I guess I just didn’t want to hurt you and I just wanted you to be safe.

I love you and I’m sorry if I was far too much of a dumbass to ever tell you that for real and in person. 

Look after Lucky for me, okay?

I love you for real Frodo.

tonyshellheadstark

Hi, Tony. I’ve attached an audio file that Peter and I think could help get rid of the weird black alien thing stuck to Peter. Get back to us as soon as possible, please. 

Thanks,