A/N: So in light of my last chapter and the response I received--

(Sudden flashback to the incoherent screaming and fury of the readers) *shudders*

......I've decided to give you about 500 words of plotless fluff to apologize. Complete with classic injured!Peter and a comforting Tony. Enjoy!

Peter's POV

I stumbled into the tower, my arm feeling as if it was on fire despite the cold air of September outside. I peeled my hand away from my arm, seeing the red, sticky substance coating my skin. Man, I really messed up this time. Mr. Stark is gonna kill me...

Nevertheless, I wandered to the couch and collapsed, panting heavily from the exertion of walking. I felt kind of light headed. Maybe I should go to sleep--

"Pete? Fri told me you came--" A sultry voice said from the next room before Mr. Stark emerged from the door's elegant frame. Upon seeing my condition, his dark eyes suddenly clouded with worry. He rushed to the cabinet and fished out a custom-made First Aid kit.

"Not again," he muttered as he surveyed the damage on my arm. "Friday, gimme a diagnosis." Before the AI spoke, he was already dabbing the injured limb with disinfectant, gently shushing me when I whimpered at the stinging sensation.

"There are five bruises across his torso and a cut on his arm. He has lost blood, but not enough to kill him. A bullet grazed his shoulder and he has a sprained ankle." Friday announced, the usual light-hearted lilt to her voice turned monotone.

"Jesus, kid," Tony whispered, running his hand softly through my curly hair. "You get into a bar fight or something?" He began treating my bruises with ointments in the kit.

"Someth'n like that..." I muttered quietly. "Stopp'd some dudes fr'm h'rrtin' a kid..." A raspy cough interrupted me, tearing at my throat. I winced.

Mr. Stark sighed, his warm breath tickling my ear, making me feel safe. "You scare me sometimes, Underoos."

He cleared his throat as he began wrapping my shoulder in a bandage. "Of course, you owe me a lab day after this."

I laughed weakly. "Sounds fair."

Tony gave me a quick smile as he worked on bettering my injuries as quickly and painlessly as he could. My eyes began to slip shut. He shook me awake.

"Hey, hey, stay with me."

"But dad..."

His hand tensed around the cloth he was using. "...Just, hang in there."

"If I may, sir," Friday interjected, "In this case, it is perfectly safe for Peter to sleep. His body needs to heal."

Tony bit his lip. "Well, you heard the lady. Go to sleep, kiddo."

I nodded gratefully. Before I drifted off, I managed to murmur, "Thanks."

"No problem, Peter."

Tony's POV

Peter slept like a rock within seconds. I couldn't help but press an endearing kiss to his forehead.

"Sweet dreams, kid." I whispered. He didn't respond, lost in his peaceful subconscious.

He'll be fine by morning.

Super short and cliché but it helps soothe my Endgame pains.

Here's a question: what are some unique AU's that I could mix Irondad with? Just curious. 😘