Chapter 17: Sometimes, one word is enough

A/N: Another short chapter..sorry:(

  If it was possible to sober up in an instant, Tony did.

  One look at Peter Parker lying in a hospital bed was enough to slap Tony back to reality as if he hadn't downed ten shots only an hour before.

"Fuck," the billionaire mumbled as he collapsed in the chair by the teen's bedside. "Shit, i really fucked up."

Rhodey plopped down in the chair next to him, looking at Peter sadly. "Kinda," He said.

  Tony moaned. He couldn't believe himself, although this was just like him. Something bad happens, and he goes and drinks himself into forgetting about it. But how could he forget about Peter?! Peter was his kid. And he still got drunk about it, like he didn't almost die or-

  "Hey, hey!" Rhodey said suddenly, startling Tony out of his stupor. "I see you spiraling. Don't be so hard on yourself." He leaned forward and placed a comforting hand on Tony's arm.

  Tony looked at Rhodey with eyes glazed over with unshed tears. He wanted so badly to listen to his best friend, to let himself off easy this one time, because damn, he'd never had a kid before! He'd never had to worry about a tiny human getting himself killed and him dealing with the consequences!

  "He's my kid, Rhodes," Tony said quietly, glancing towards Peter with guilt. The kid looked a wreck, with his body connected to tubes and wires, his limbs wrapped and casted. He didn't belong there.

  Rhodey nodded, and patted Tony's arm in sympathy. "I know, Tony. And you're supposed to worry. That's what dads do; they worry about their children," he reassured.

  Tony shook his head, clenching and unclenching his fists. "I'm not his dad. And even if i was, dads don't get blackout-drunk when their kid gets hurt."

  Rhodey smirked. "To be fair, he didn't get hurt. He almost died."

  Tony groaned and placed his head in his hands. "What, is that supposed to make me feel better?"

  "Did it work?"

  "Maybe."

  Rhodey chuckled. "Just trying to help, dad."

  Tony sniffed through a smile. "Don't call me that."

  "Dad."

  "Stop."

  "Daddd."

  "Last warning."

  "Dad?"

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