sreppub: Tony didn’t know where to look first — Peter’s face, still marred with dr
sreppub: Tony didn’t know where to look first — Peter’s face, still marred with dried blood and barely-healed cuts. Peter’s leg where it twisted the wrong way at his knee cap, barely able to support his weight. Peter’s side that he clutched at almost desperately, like he’d fall apart if he let go for even a moment. Peter’s eyes that held unspeakable terror, wild when they met Tony’s wide, horrified eyes.Tony jogged down the steps of the plane, heart in his throat, Peter’s name strangled in his mouth, barely making it out with the last remaining sips of air lingering in his lungs. Every ounce of his body hurt with the desperate, innate desire to fix it, make it better, but he had no idea where to start. His baby was broken, the pieces were right before him but they’d scattered by foreign hands and Tony hated it. Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown. Heavy lies the heart of the father who has to watch his son bow beneath the weight of the world. Tony stopped mid-stride, hand still outstretched as he reached for his son, when Peter shouted, “Stop!” commission for @aatticsaltt (who also wrote the blurb!). Tony picking up Peter in the tulip field in FFH ;A; [commissions] [patreon] -- source link
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