The first time Peter is kidnapped, he is five.
“Tony,” Rhodey tries to support his best friend as he speaks, “Tony, they took Peter,”
“I need my suit,” Tony growls, trying to stand, his body tensed in anger.
“I know, I’ve got one. I need to patch you up before you get in it though. You know I’m a good pilot, pop some painkillers, get some bandaids and I’ll get you close man.”
Tony blinked blearily as Rhodey helped him up. He shook his dimming vision away and sat up completely, scrambling to get on his feet. “The suit. Get it.”
“Tony, you’re like my brother, so Peter’s like my nephew, breathe, get your mind right. We’ll get him back.”
Tony shook his head harshly, trying to get rid of unwanted thoughts. What they would do to him. God he was only 5 years old. He stared at Rhodey as he tried pulling himself up, holding onto Rhodey’s sleeves so hard he was half afraid the man’s shirt would rip. “Call Steve. He needs to know what happened.”
“Yeah, that’s exactly what I need, Tony, two superheroes going off half cocked and crazy with anger,” Rhodey said as he pushed Tony back onto the carrier bench before walking over to the comm that would link him into the avenger’s comm network.”
He thought of how Peter played with Bruce, scaling all over the lab, completely destroying things but still managing to put a smile on Bruce’s face. How he would eat so many pop tarts with Thor he’d get sick and throw up the dangerous smelling mix of rainbow colors all over the floor. Saturday morning cartoons with Clint, laughing into his coffee while they tried karate moves in front of the tv. “It’s going to be way more than just two, Rhodey.”
“War Machine to HQ, does anyone copy?” Rhodey asked, he waited a few minutes before repeating himself, then leaving the line open to grab a water bottle and take it over to Tony with some advil.
Yup those are pretty much all the feels. -nods-