TW: Lots of blood. (Not self harm) Like a lot of blood.

One where the people of New York vanish and or change to creatures and Peter is the last one left. Or so he thought.

I also decided to kill off Peter's spider sense so any of y'all saying crap like that like "oH whAt aboUT PeTEr's sPideY SeNSeS?????" You heard it here first, I will kindly direct you to this paragraph to which I assume everyone should read because it is in bold text.

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"Reports of a huge explosion has surfaced on the internet showing a huge crater in New York. Strangely this reports where mailed to other reporters unfinished. Numerous people have tried entering New York, but to no avail. What is happening? We'll cover it at 7. This is CNN."

Peter clenched his fist and took deep breathes. He closed his eyes and tried to not explode at the tv. He doesn't know why his anger has been thinning and becoming more irritable. Peter doesn't even know why he's mad at the tv. Maybe it's because nobody can help him.

Peter looked over at his empty bed in Stark Tower. He wanted to chuck the bed out the window because it reminded him of his currently lost hero and dad. It's just mad him so angry. Angry at the world and at himself.

Where is Tony? Where is Tony? Where is Tony? Was all that was going through his head like a mantra. Over and over and over again, clouding his thoughts with the same question. Like waves lapping over the sand in a beach. Insistently and never stopping, the jet boat of remindment continuing to feed the waves' power. It was like Peter was laying right under where the waves would crash down, leaving him stunned and gasping for breath every time.

Peter hates every second of it. Every time his breath was stolen away from him because he saw something that was somehow related to him, it fed the beast himself that wanted to tear through New York for the lost hero. To find him. To... to hug him and tell him how much he missed him and do something that they did in the past. Peter wants it all to go back to how it was. Before the explosion. Before... everything happened.

The floor rattled, knocking Peter off his feet and onto his bottom. He flipped over and held himself steadily, crouching down on his knees and finger tips. He glanced around the room before leaping out of the door, deciding the tower wasn't safe to be in. Peter deducted that the tower's support system was failing and or something had taken it down. Peter assumes the latter since the towers support system was so strong that not even the Hulk or Thor could take it down.

Peter took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He was going to be fine. He just had to find the calm in himself, and he could become a bettered person in the strength, stealth, and strategy department. Since he knew his emotions could reign over him and control his actions, he decided maybe he won't need them—just in case.

He opened his eyes and quickly ran to to living room where his Spider-Man suit is. He grabbed his backpack and stuffed all of his rations into there, while grabbing a blanket. The building shook harder and Peter nearly lost grip of his backpack. He stabilized himself before sprinting off.

Peter decided to use to the stairs instead of the elevator as much as it really sucks. Though, he supposes he could've jumped out the window and swung onto the nearest tallest building and Spidermanned his way from Stark Tower, but Peter was already dead set on figuring out what was causing this... this earthquake. Whatever it was, Peter was going to figure out what it was, how to deal with it, and how it would affect his current life.

But secretly, he hoped it was somehow linked to Tony. Maybe.. where he could find the lost billionaire.

~~~

Peter knew his choice was the right one when he heard the elevator's ropes break and he could hear the zooming of the elevator cart plummeting down to the ground. Peter was really hoping that the elevator wouldn't hinder the building anymore since it was so obviously unstable at the moment.

But his choice was win/lose scenario considering Peter was on the top floor and was going down to ground level by stairs. All in all, it kinda sucked.

By the time Peter reaches the lowest level, he was winded and was gasping for breath. It felt like he was right next to the sun with all the sweat dripping down his body. Peter leaned against the wall that was about to round the corner to the lobby where Peter heard crashing and... the sounds of... repulsers?

Peter peered over the corner and had to contain a small gasp when he saw an Iron Man suit shooting lasers everywhere and destroying everything in sight. Although a spark of hope struck through Peter that this was Tony, but it was quickly diminished when he realized it could be Tony. Peter was stuck between omg wanting it to be the billionaire and hoping it was just a malfunctioning suit.

The teenage boy sought out an exit where he could effectively escape this hellish nightmare where he felt too scared to find out if it was Tony. His emotions in total turmoil, Peter felt tears prick at the edges of his eyes, he swiped at his eyes hoping that the fluid would just go away.

Peter felt a gust of harsh wind hit his back as opened the door, effectively sending Peter flying into his face. Peter, his bones feeling like pudding, tried to get up, but his back felt so... cold. Peter winced as he lifted himself up onto his forearms and shakily got onto his knees. Peter glances back, hoping whatever had hit him had a good reason because Peter felt unimaginably angry. A side effect of being emotionally unstable for awhile.

There stood the Iron Man suit with its repulser aimed at Peter. It's eyes glowed and eerie red, leaving Peter frightened. Was it a bug? Had something gotten into the AI in the suit? Was... it someone who had hacked into the suit and was aiming to kill Peter? Though the swirled in Peter's mind as he weakly stumbled into his feet. Peter wipes the streak of blood that was on his forehead, a scraped he earned when he landed on his face.

Peter spat on the ground and held his chin high, squinting at Iron Man's eyes. Peter refuses to say Tony when he didn't even know if it was Tony that was doing this.

"Tony." Although said as a statement, an underlying question whispered in the biting wind. Peter felt his stomach toil with anxiety, but Peter ignored it.

"Peter." Peter flinched at the answer. It was Tony. But it didn't exactly sound like Tony. Peter told himself that if he found Tony and he changed for the worse, where he was hurting, he would have to eliminate his emotions and take Tony out of whatever agony Tony might've been experiencing.

Except Peter wasn't sure.

"Tony." Peter took a step forward, testing his limits. The suit powered up a stronger laser. Peter planted his feet firmly on the ground and held his fists.

Bam.

A laser hit where Peter was standing, but the person in question stood five feet away. Peter narrowed his eyes at the red suit, and decided no matter who or what was in that suit...

Peter has to kill it.

The suit's face opened up with a bout full of smoke came billowing out. Peter clenched his fists and got in a position where he could move anywhere quickly. Peter coughed as the smoke wafted near his face, the sickening smell filling his nose. Peter blew it away with his breath  and trained his eyes back on the suit.

A moment of silence before Peter's whole world collapsed in a flurry of tears.

"Tony."

~~~

The whistling wind blew against Peter's clothing making it shake and waver. His whole body was wracking with quiet tears. Peter desperately wiped his tears with the palms of his hands.

The billionaires beady eyes, clouded with a red glaze, stared at Peter, unwavering. His face was pale and sickly, all of his veins visible. Tinted green skin with dried blood on the side of his mouth giving him this ghoulish look.

They've got you too. Peter thought as he shakily recollected himself. He stared at Tony with a wavering gaze.

Whistling wind, tension between father and son, one, changed, the other determined to end the suffering the first.

They both sought to kill each other.

Tony, as different as he was, stepped forward aiming his repulser at Peter.

BzzzzzzzzBAM.

The blue light shot at Peter who barely had time to move out of the way.

"Agh!" Peter grunted as he felt the searing pain of a repulser scrape his arm. Blood dribbled down his arm, through his fingers that were gripping the wound.

Peter took a shaky breath before removing his now red stained fingers from his wound. He took his bloodied hand and pointed at Tony with a feral glare.

"I won't let you kill me." The words slipped out of Peter's mouth like gravel—shaky and rough. As much as it will hurt Peter to say, a phrase he'd never think he'd say to Tony of all people, he meant it.

Tony didn't answer him, instead fire off another laser. Peter rolled out of the way, this time earning no injuries.

"Tony. Tony listen to me. It's Peter." The words fell on deaf ears, as Tony shot another round at the poor teenage boy. Peter narrowly missed this one, skidding to the side. Peter wiped a trail of blood that fell from his mouth.

"Tony. Tony please, please listen to me-" Peter jumped out of the way of another laser,"- it's Peter Parker! You're son! Please just listen to me!" The damaged teen stood up shakily after rolling out of the way. Tony, not seeming to even process the words that tumbled out of a Peter's mouth, advanced to the teen, throwing tiny chips at Peter's feet. Peter, recognizing what it was, jumped away, only to feel searing heat blow into his stomach.

"Ack!" Peter spit crimson blood from his mouth as he crashed into a nearby building. His shirt was burnt off, sporting a second degree burn on Peter's stomach. Peter breathed heavily and tried to regain his grounding. The explosion threw him off. Maybe he wasn't cut out to defeat Tony.

No, he couldn't give up now. This is Tony. Tony wouldn't... Tony wouldn't kill him, would he?

...maybe he or it wasn't Tony.

The damaged teen, who knew he couldn't slip into his Spider-Man suit fast enough where he wouldn't be fucking destroyed by the lasers that were being shot at him. Knowing that he had no choice but to use his surroundings to his advantage, Peter scrunched his sleeves up to reveal his web-slingers. Peter webbed himself up to a building and quickly kept up to the balcony. A laser shot at Peter's side, to which Peter responded with a irritated grunt.

Peter sprinted through the building and quickly, well as fast as he could while sporting multiple injuries, ran down the stairwell and exited the building. It was an exit tactic where Peter could hopefully find a place where he could easily put his Spider-Man suit on and fight to his max.

Peter regretted not being more cold toward the seemingly lost billionaire. He thought he could do something that would benefit them both.

Peter wonders if Tony is in pain.

No, I can't think of that.

Peter griped his backpack straps, while shaking his head. No, he really can't think of that now.

It's funny how traditions can die so quickly when faced in a situation where there is no choice but to.

~~~

Peter changed into his Spiderman suit while cautiously looking around, feeling his stomach clench with anxiety. His eyes darted from window to window and keeping his ears alert for the whirling of thrusters or the sound of footsteps.

Safe to say, Peter had accomplished getting his suit on without a sneak attack.

Now, Peter thought with a cracking of his knuckles, I find Tony.

~~~

"ANTHONY STARK." Peter yelled up from the highest building he could reach quickly without it being Stark Tower.

Peter held his chin high and his senses dialed up. The harsh wind bit at Peter's suit, but luckily the suit's heater was working and Peter wasn't as cold as he was without the suit. The teenage boy was standing on a ledge and scouting the land before him.

Peter held his hand to his ear. "Karen, keep alert."

"Roger that Peter." Replied the AI.

"Activate loud voice." Said the young teen.

"Certainly."

Peter was thankful that Karen worked. Although having the suit, Peter couldn't bring himself to wear it and see if Karen still was up and running. Could've been either or, with Karen being shut off when FRIDAY was shut off, or Karen cutting that connection to conserve her being.

Whooooosh.

Peter's head whipped back to meet the eyes of Iron Man's lighted eyes.

Peter smirked, although it was short lived when he noticed the slight damage that was there on Tony's side. The suit looked like it had been torn apart with wires hanging out and dangling. Short sparks occurred to which Peter was concerned that the suit was malfunctioning.

Peter could use this to his advantage.

"Tony Stark." Peter's suit's eyes narrowed.

Tony didn't answer.

Instead he through another round of tiny explosive chips. Peter webbed himself to a nearby smaller building, landing safely and unscathed from the attack.

Although Peter couldn't see Tony anymore, he could hearing the sound of the thrusters. Peter quickly webbed himself and stuck to the side of the big building where Tony was. Tony flew over him and landed on the smaller building.

"Karen activate electric webs." Karen didn't respond instead, sent a a little zap in return, to say, okay.

Peter webbed Tony with electrical webs and the suit buzzed and sparked. He specifically aimed for the damaged area of the suit where the loose wires hung.

Tony grabbed onto the web and snapped it like to was a twig. The webbing fell and Tony fires off another laser at Peter. The teen moved his head to the side and narrowly missed a head shot that could've and would've killed him.

"Activate acidic webs."

Peter shot a spew of acidic webs that started to burn at the suit. The suit was eaten away at and Tony' pale, sickly, and veiny skin was revealed. The billionaire in question, hissed at the feeling of acid burn at his skin.

Peter winced knowing he had caused Tony a great deal of pain right then.

Who said it was easy to kill your father?

Tony, in a fit of blind rage shot a big laser at Peter's stomach. Because of the way that Peter was position, he took a great hit and fell off the side of the building a crumpled down on the ground, coughing up blood. Peter tried to get up, but his injury left him in a weakened state were Tony could easily kill him.

"Tony, Tony please." Pleaded Peter as Tony landed and started sauntering toward the broken boy. "Tony-"Peter gurgled out more blood, and it dropped down his chin and onto the alleyway ground. Peter raises his fist to mouth. "-Tony please it's me Peter. Your son!"

Tony was only a few feet away from Peter and looming over the boy. Peter gave a whimper of horror as Tony removed mask and revealed once again his sickly face.

A thin line of blood trailed down Tony's eyes and he gave a feral growl.

This wasn't Tony at all.

This is... this is something else.

Tony fired up his fist and bent down and punched Peter in the face.

"Pah!" Peter said as he felt blood spew out of his mouth in splatters, staining the ground with crimson. Tony fired up again and again beating Peter into the ground.

"Tony." Peter sobbed as he was hit over and over again. His battered face was swollen and his nose was broken. Peter couldn't see out of his left eye and his tears were blurring his vision. All he could see was the disgusting face of the monster that took over Anthony Stark.

Tony, without much emotion fired up another repulser gun and aimed it at Peter's heart.

"Tony, or whatever of Tony is left in there, please, please listen to me. This isn't you. You would never do this to me. Tony fight back. Mr Stark... please. Please. I can't-" Peter was cut off by another bout of blood crawling up his throat.

Peter's eyes welled up and rivers streamed down his face. He knew what was going to happen and there was no stopping it.Tony was going to kill him and Peter couldn't do anything to stop it.

Peter took a deep breath before looking straight into Tony's eyes.

"I love you dad."

Bam.

A/N: I warned you there was going to be blood.

Don't... don't kill me please. That would be nice. :)