Missing

Peter stared blankly at the empty cell. The pain was gone, for the moment, and he relished the feeling. Pain was something he lived with on a daily basis, and it was rare to not feel it. He lived for those stolen moments.

"Get up." The commander ordered, striding through the door. "You have a mission."

Oh how he hates those words. But he's learned that refusing leads to pain, so he follows.

"This is your target," the commander barks, slapping his hand down on a folder. "Tony Stark. He has become quite the problem."

Peter answers back in russian. "I will comply."

They like those words. It makes them feel powerful. They do not know that he remembers everything. No matter what they've done, they can't make him forget.

Every night the soldier longs for his father. He has been here for seven months, and all he has is the memories. They crowd into his head, and show him what he remembered as the best time of his life.

How he missed his father.

"You will take care of the mission. You will kill Stark." Peter nods. "Yes." He feels a stinging pain on his cheek that knocks his head to the side. "Yes sir." The man hisses. Peter bows his head. "Yes sir."

The man leans back, a satisfied smirk on his face. "And don't you forget it."

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Peter walks through the crowd, mingling, making his way toward the tower in the distance. His heart beats rapidly, and his hands are shaking, if only from nerves.

He isn't here to kill Tony Stark.

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"Tony?" Pepper rested her hand on her husband's back. "Tony, you need to go to bed. You can't help him if you collapse from exhaustion." Tony looked up, his eyes tired. "I have to find him, Pepper. I have to. He's counting on me."

Pepper sighed, sitting down beside him. "Tony. You can't help him if you don't take care of yourself." Tony rested his face in his hands. "I let him go." His voice was muffled. "I let them get to him. I was so worried about saving everyone else that I couldn't save my son."

Pepper rested her head on his shoulder. "That's why you need to rest so you can find him."

Tony sighed. "Just for a couple of hours."

Pepper smiled gently. "Okay."

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Peter crouched on the building across from stark tower. His suit kept the rain off, the material hissing as the rain hit it.

He is watching the Starks. He sees how tired Tony is. How worried.

Oh how he has missed his parents. He wants to move, but can't find the strength. Instead he crouches, waiting.

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Tony swiped his hand over the surface of the table. "Friday. Try the tracker again."

"No need sir."

He took a deep breath. "I'm trying to find my son."

"Yes sir. There is no need because Peter Stark is standing behind you."

Tony froze.

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Peter opened the front door of Stark tower. The receptionist looked up, surprised to see the teenager in black. "Hello. How may I help you?"

Peter let his gaze wander. "I need to find Mr Stark. Or Pepper."

She shook her head. "I'm sorry. They are unavailable."

Peter sighed. "I doubt my prints have been taken off the database. Let me scan."

"I'm sorry, sir. You need a pass."

Peter ran his hand through his hair. "Look. I need to see my dad."

She busied herself with several forms on the desk. "I'm sorry. Mr Stark is not available. And don't call yourself that. His son is missing."

Peter slammed his hand down on the desk. "I am his son. Let me through."

She stared at him. "Sir, I think you need to leave. Or I will have to call security."

Peter opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off with a harsh voice from behind.

"What is going on here?"

Peter spun. "Happy?"

The bodyguard did a double take. "Peter? What the- what happened to you? You've been missing for eight months! Your parents are worried sick."

Peter closed his eyes briefly. "I know, Happy. I need to see my dad."

Happy's features softened for an instant. "I know."

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Peter made it to the living room without running into anyone else, which he was grateful for.

The door opened, and Pepper walked in, her eyes focused on her phone. She bumped straight into Happy, not noticing Peter, who was by the couch. "I'm so sorry Happy," she apologized. "I was trying to figure out a compromise. Why can't everyone just get along?"

Peter cleared his throat. "Mom?"

Her head shot up, her eyes focusing on Peter. Her phone dropped from her hand, and she covered her mouth. "Peter?"

He took a step forward. "Hey."

Tears filled her eyes, and she slipped her arms around him, crying softly into his shoulder.

"They said you were dead, Peter. You were missing for eight months!"

Peter pulled back. "I know. I'm sorry. I came back as soon as I could. Where's dad?"

She pointed silently at the lab.

Peter gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek before making his way over.

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Tony turned around. His gaze settled on his son, at the door of the lab, his face unusually pale. "Hey dad."

Tony inhaled sharply. "Pete."

Then they were running, slamming into each other, wrapping the other into a tight hug, because it's been so long, so long, and they're here, and they're okay, and nothing can hurt them now.

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