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Hiiii, you probably totally didn't expect me to send you a request, since I totally didn't ask about the fandoms, buuuut anyway, can I request, from the bingo card, "you said you would let them go" with irondad and whumpee Peter? I would be forever grateful :D

Thank you for requesting (-: This one was a lot of fun to write for!!@badthingshappenbingo special thanks to them for giving me a bingo card! One down, let’s see how far we get!!

Characters: Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Mysterious Symbiote 👀———————

Tony burst through the windows of the facility. Lab tables were overturned and bodies lay scattered along the pale floors. He came to a halt mid-air. He raised his hand, repulser generating as his voice carried.

“Let him go,” he demanded. His stern gaze showed threw his iron mask, lights glaring as he locked eyes with the red blob which latched onto a lashing Peter. The tendrils coiled around the kid and the more it did, the more Tony wanted to blow it to Hell.

“Friday, what is that thing?”

“Scanning now, sir,” the AI replied. The screen before Tony’s eyes was shooting off a cascade of information. Images of related incidents were highlighted as the pulsing creature continued to writhe along the suit of a terrified Peter Parker.

Peter shot webs out aimlessly as he gripped the symbiote with the other hand. He groaned as he attempted to rip it off his suit, yet with every inch it was pulled away, the more it clung to his limbs.

“It appears to be an entity not from our world,” Friday began. Tony nodded slowly, taking in all that she was telling him. “It’s signature is unique to this laboratory, it is the byproduct of hybridizations of some alien manifestation; parasitic in nature.”

Tony nodded and inhaled sharply. He lowered his palm and descended until he landed. As much as he wanted to use his repulsers, accidentally hurting Peter in the process was too high a risk, among others.

He ordered another scan, searching for any biological weakness to the creature that was coiling around the very kid who had just been talking about his “A Honor-Roll Ribbon” not an hour before.

“Mr. Stark, I’m not sure how long I can-” Peter managed before falling to his knees. The sound his palms hitting the cold floor drove a shiver down the spine of his mentor.

He couldn’t help but yelp as the creature wrapped itself tighter around him, desperate to bond with the boy and make him its host. The tendrils formed long fingers which tugged at the bottom of his mask. Peter blinked rapidly, his heart rattling as panic set-in. With a shaky exhale, he used both hands to keep his mask down, effectively giving way for the rest of the symbiote to curl around the rest of him.

“Friday, engage in-” Tony paused as he watched the red ooze crawl over Peter’s mask, hiding his entire face. His knees grew weak as the limbs of the kid slowly became limp, as the symbiote continued to overtake his physical frame.

“Pete?” Tony called. “Kid, come on, you were doing real good a minute ago.” He lifted his mask, almost frozen in fear. No way he was seeing this right. Peter wouldn’t give up this easily. He was too smart to be possessed. He had to be.

“Pete’s not home,” the red ooze had materialized as a new face of its own making; sharp fangs and long claws that extended just over the real body of its host. It rose slowly, breathing in and out, tasting the air with a long hiss.

Tony’s mask came smack down within an instant. His repulser transformed into a much heavier form of artillery, it was now pointed at the beast before him. His aiming systems were loaded and he was prepared to mercilessly engage.

“Let him go, now,” he bit back tears as he spoke. He couldn’t be afraid right now. If Peter was still in there, he’d surely lose hope if he saw the Iron Man reveal his own vulnerabilities. Tony couldn’t have his favorite kid lose faith. Not ever.

“Blood, give me the blood,” the voice came again. The symbiote got on all fours, crawling towards Tony, chuckling as it approached in an animalistic nature. Through the tightly woven filaments of the creature, he could see the classic Spider suit.

Tony scanned the room without any hesitation. Peter must’ve pushed it to the side earlier in the fight, he rationalized.

Bingo.

Tony located the vials beneath the overturned desk, they were covered by papers though that much didn’t appear intentional. He turned to face the parasite. The alien lab experiment gone horribly wrong.

“I give it to you, you give me the kid?” Tony hardly asked. He stood square, one hand in a tight fist, the other hiding behind an even larger repulser.

The creature tilted its head, chuckling as it did so. It tapped its fingers along the stone floor, the echo breaking the momentary silence. It got low, almost as if ready to pounce.

“Cross my heart,” it hissed, taking a long talon and forming an imaginary ‘x’ along its chest.

“Hurry, Mr. Stark,” it spoke once more, this time, it used the voice of Peter. “It’s getting dark in here!”

Tony snarled as he immediately flew to where the vials had been slid to. He grabbed them without any a moments’ hesitation. Had he been withholding his urge to shake, he surely wouldn’t dropped the blood right then and there.

He shot back up, propelling himself back to where he was prior. He held up what it was that the symbiote craved desperately.

“Take the damn things,” Tony barked. “Let the kid go, now.” He sharpened his gaze, prepared to do whatever else it took to bargain with the monstrosity before him.

The symbiote let loose a long tendril which stretched to take the vials being presented. The fingers formed as clutched them all at once. Before retracting, Tony grabbed it, repulser firing in preparation.

“The kid,” Tony annunciated. His mask flew up, exposing his face, exposing the frustration and anger that hid behind the iron.

The symbiote let out a screech, jowls locked open as the howls rang through.

Without hesitation, Tony fired his repulser, cutting the limb off clean. It was limp, vials laying in the palm. This lasted less than a second as the hand shut and stretched out to rejoin the body. With the other limb, it threw Tony against the wall.

Tony pulled himself out of the wall he was temporarily lodged in. He located the symbiote once more, raising himself so he could be in the air once more.

“You said you’d let him go,” Tony was in a state of shock, his head ringing. He flew closer to the symbiote, whom had just crushed the vials, absorbing the tampered blood richly. Tony landed sloppily, unsure of what to do next. Not even Friday offered a solution.

The symbiote pulsed madly, the new blood coursed threw it. Its limbs extending until they came down on the floors, the size of the entire creature increased.

With a plop, Peter fell from the chest of the symbiote. Tony didn’t waste any time on moving in. He shot off from his position, ignoring the red creature who was now escaping through the windows that had been broken much earlier in the confrontation.

Tony pulled Peter towards him, Peter’s mask had been ripped off, leaving a faint and pale 15 year old in his arms.

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