When Tony fell asleep, he fell asleep to the sight of his son sleeping peacefully in the hospital bed. It was a calming image, to finally see Peter resting without thrashing against bonds or groaning in pain. So, the billionaire let himself doze into a blissful sleep for the first time in months with that thought.

But, when Tony woke up, he woke up to the sight of an empty hospital bed and the sound of his heart pounding in his ears. He threw off the blanket that had been draped over him sometime in the night, adrenaline pumping through his veins and fueling his tired body.

  "Peter!" Tony cried, sprinting from the medbay and down the corridor. He threw open door after door, climbed floor after floor, until he resolved to check that girl, MJ's room. Best to be logical before totally freaking out right?

Tony approached the guest room where MJ was supposedly staying, and seeing that it still rather early, the billionaire just cracked the door open and peeked inside.

The room was dark and undisturbed, with the covers on the bed barely ruffled and the pajamas he'd placed for her on the dresser left untouched. It looked as if MJ hadn't even stepped in the room.

Tony shut the door, struggling to keep his panic down as it churned in the pit of his stomach. He felt sick at the thought of where the two teens could be if they weren't in Peter's bedroom. Please, be in Peter's bedroom. Please. I can't lose him again.

The elevator ride up to the penthouse was painstakingly slow, giving the genius plenty of time to go through every worst case scenario, somehow each one more terrible then the last. And when the doors opened, Tony found that he couldn't even think as he barreled down the hallway, not having the patience to be quiet as he cranked the door open.

Relief flooded his system so fast, he thought he might have passed out for a second there.

The two teens laid on the bed curled into each other. MJ was still in her day clothes, looking grimy and dirty but at ease in Peter's arms, and Peter, who looked weak and undeniably small yet content. Both of them were fast asleep and probably wouldn't wake for another few hours, so Tony took the liberty of shutting the door and seeing himself out of the penthouse.

  His stomach was still churning as he took the penthouse back down to the medical floor, making him feel very uneasy on his own two feet. He couldn't deny how scared he'd been when he'd woken up to find Peter gone. It scared him to think of what that feeling meant.

  But for now, Natasha needed him.

  Tony gathered himself and calmly stepped out of the elevator and back into the medbay. Natasha was awake in her bed, along with the rest of the avengers. They were huddled around her and whispering; they didn't seem to notice him walk in.

  "Ahem," Tony cleared his throat. "I'm going to assume my invitation to this secret meeting got lost in the mail?"

  The Avengers turned, all wearing some kind of somber expression on their faces, although Steve was the only one to speak.

  "Tony," the Captain said, "we need to talk about Peter."