Internship Diaries

Peter had to go home now, the concrete he was on was very cold. He tried to get up by leaning on the wall for support, but this caused him to fall back. He put his hand where his wound was. There was a lot of blood.

A few hours ago, he had neutralized two thieves, but due to his carelessness, he had fallen hard onto the glass.

At first he did not notice this injury. When the warm and hot blood slowly started to flow, the pain showed itself.

Peter quickly went into a dead-end street where no one was. He sat down, supporting himself against the wall. He looked at the glass in his stomach. He took a sharp breath.

Karen kept giving warnings.

"Peter, if you don't tell Mr. Stark about the injuries, I have to call him," he said.

Peter took short breaths. Damn it hurt!

“No need Karen, it will pass if I get some rest.”

"Peter, there is a large piece of glass in his stomach, several small pieces and one main piece. It will not go away if it is not removed."

Peter stopped listening to Karen. The more he talked, the more it hurt.

"Mr. Stark wanted," Karen said as the phone rang. The beeping stopped short as Tony quickly picked up the phone.

-Son, what's going on? Why does Karen keep giving me warnings?

-Mr. Stark, there is no problem, sir.

-No! There is a problem and you tell me immediately.

- Causing trouble is kind of my hobby, sir.

-Hey, that's my word. Make your own sentences and tell me what it is.

-I'm a little hurt. But it's not that important since I'm talking to you... Ah!

-No offense to your claims that things aren't important, but I don't believe it, son. Stay where you are, I'm coming.

-I can't get up anyway. So I have no choice but to wait, Mr. Stark.

-This is better wait and don't sleep, apply light pressure to the wound, I'm in the car right now, it'll take me 5 minutes to get there.

-5 minutes? How?

-5 minutes if you ignore traffic rules.

-Ah Bay Stark

Five minutes later Tony got out of the car and saw Peter. He ran over to him, opened the small medical bag in his hand, and knelt down next to him.

“Pete, son, can you hear me?” he said. “Yeah,” Peter said, sound asleep.

Peter's sleep was disrupted as Tony applied pressure to the wound with a gauze pad. He let out a muffled scream. "What are you doing, Mr. Stark?"

“I’m keeping it to myself, son. So what are you doing?”

“I thought you were going to get stuck in traffic.”

“I stayed, you know people freeze when they see me.”

Peter tried to laugh, but he felt pain again. “Let’s carry you to the car. You’ll be able to breathe easier when you take off your mask,” Tony suggested. His suggestion was going to be painful.

"Okay," Peter said reluctantly. Tony moved to Peter's right side as gently as he could and reached behind Peter's waist to help him up without relieving the pressure on the wound on the left side of his abdomen.

Peter groaned as he got up and put his arm around Mr. Stark's shoulder for support.

"Hey Mr. Stark, I think I'm about to surpass you," he said.

“Son, I don’t think you want to mess with me at a time like this, do you?”

Peter thought, “Okay, okay, you win.”

“I always win, Pete.”

Tony was trying to distract him by keeping him talking so that the walk to the car would be easier than he expected.

Peter sat in the backseat when Tony opened the door and waited for the door to close. When the door opened, he took off his mask. Tony quickly got into the driver's seat and stepped on the gas.

"We're going to die," said Peter and Tony thought his condition was getting worse. "No, son, you're not going to die. Don't be afraid," he said.

Peter explained, “No, Mr. Stark, I meant to be crushed in this car.”

“Son, I’ve been driving professionally since your age and I even have a racing certificate,” he said, laughing. The word racing caught Peter’s attention.

"Racing? Your everyday life is like an action movie scene, Mr. Stark."

“Because I'm Tony Stark, man.”

Tony was constantly checking Peter with the help of a mirror. He went inside Stark Industries. He parked his car in front of the medical department. Helen and her team were waiting outside with a stretcher, as he had informed them before coming.

The car door opened. Peter lay on the stretcher and Tony followed him along the way. Then he went into the waiting room. An hour later Helen was briefing Tony in the waiting room.

"We quickly numbed him from the waist down with spinal anesthesia and removed the glass from his abdomen. Peter was a little anxious the whole time, but he's doing a little better now. We took him to the room, you can see him if you want."

Tony's nervousness faded when Helen announced that Peter was fine.

“Thank you Helen,” he said. When he came to Peter’s room, he saw a small-looking child lying in a hospital bed. He was wearing a hospital gown. His eyes were closed. He was asleep. His brown hair was spread out on the pillow. His head was tilted to the right.

Tony sat in the armchair next to the bed. He had replaced the uncomfortable chairs with more comfortable ones after the shooting.

He felt happy that he had realized this idea.

"I'll come check," said Helen and left the room.

"I don't understand you Pete. I take the costume from you, you get into trouble, I give it back, you get hurt again. Are you a trouble magnet, Peter?"

Tony said these words while petting Peter's hair. Peter opened his eyes and said, "I told you, causing trouble is kind of my hobby."

Tony laughed, leaning back with his arms crossed.

"Dude, I told you this was my sentence. Just so you know, this is outside of the gray area."

“I have a hard time understanding this gray area, Mr. Stark.”

"Kid, stop calling me Mr. Stark, Tony. That's enough. And secondly, if you want, we can create a clause regarding this grey area. For example, clause one, whatever Tony says goes."

Peter looked at him in surprise and sighed, "That's so selfish, Mr... Tony. What about me? Doesn't it matter what I want?"

Tony was exaggeratedly surprised. “Did you call your mentor selfish? Article two: Calling Tony selfish means getting suspended for 2 days for the hero event.”

Peter was even more surprised. He threw up his hands and said, "No no I take it back, you're not selfish." Tony started laughing.

“You still have two days off to fully recover,” Tony said.

"Why do you say it differently, Tony? Just saying you're off for two days would have been enough."

“You know, kid, I hate being ordinary.”

Peter laid his head on the pillow and fell asleep staring at the white ceiling. Tony wanted to tell Pepper as soon as Peter fell asleep, but Pepper was out of the country for a job interview today and would be very worried if she heard that Peter was injured. 

He decided not to tell Pepper about this. He could explain it calmly at dinner when he got back. What about May?

Oh no, Tony had completely forgotten about May. He picked up the phone and May had called 15 times and she called right back.

-Peter Benjamin Parker where are you!

-It's me May, Tony

-Tony? Where's Peter?

-He came to me this afternoon and we started talking about a project, and as you know, young people forget everything when they are at the beginning of a project.

-So where is he now? Can you give him the phone?

-Unfortunately I can't give it to May because she fell asleep, but I will tell her to call you when she wakes up.

-Thanks Tony, see you later.

-See you later

When Tony hung up the phone, he realized how similar May and Pepper were. The conversation had even scared Tony.

The mechanic watched Peter for a while longer and then decided to give up and go to sleep. When he woke up, Peter was still sleeping. It was eight in the morning.

Helen said she would discharge Peter today but he needed to take care of the wound. Tony decided to take him home. Peter finally woke up and Tony said to him, "Kid, we're going to my house and you're going to be my friend until Pepper gets here."

Peter was happy about this for some reason, he would have been happy if he had been injured if he could have been. Tony and him alone in the house.

After Peter was discharged, the ride home didn't take long and Peter slept throughout the journey. Happy was waiting at the door when we got home.

“What’s up, Happy?” Tony asked.

“Thanks, Boss.”

“Have I received the things I asked for?”

“Inside, boss.”

While Happy was going to his duty, Tony and Peter entered the house. Peter said, "What did you want?"

"Some food. I'll make you the only meal I can make. Let's see if you like it."

“Can Tony Stark cook?”

"Dude, I'm offended. I just don't want to do it, that's all."

Peter remembered trying to make pancakes with Tony last time he came over and Tony burned the table.

“You burned the table last time, Tony. Food is all about planning, and you can’t do that.”

Tony put on his chef's apron and turned to Peter, his hands on his hips.

"Kid, the only plan I make is no plan. Now chop the ingredients I'm going to give you. We're going to make a chicken in the oven."

Tony gave Peter potatoes, peppers, onions and garlic. Peter's eyes filled with tears as he began to chop the onions.

"Oh Peter, don't cry Kid." Tony said mockingly. Peter wiped his tears with the back of his hand, laughed and continued chopping. Meanwhile, Tony added two spoons of Turkish yogurt, some milk, salt and red pepper to 15 chicken thighs and wings and left them to rest.

Then she placed everything on the baking tray and set the oven alarm for 30 minutes.

As Tony and Peter waited for the food to arrive, Peter was filled with curiosity.

“Tony, where did you learn about this dish?”

“I had a coworker named Leyla. Pepper and I became very close friends. She would come to the tower from time to time and make this dish.”

"Where is it now?"

“We are still friends, but we don't see each other that often anymore because of work.”

As they chatted, the oven alarm went off. Tony carefully removed the chicken from the oven and placed it on a serving platter.

When Peter tasted it, he realized it was very good.

“I take it back, you cook really well.”

“Because I had a good assistant,” Tony said.

Meals were eaten, movies were watched, and the time was passing very well for Peter and Tony. When it was time for bed, Peter lay down on his back in bed.

"Pete, I'm here to put a bandage on you," Tony said as he came in. He sat on Peter's bed.

He rolled up his shirt a little. He gently replaced the bandage and looked at Peter and said, "Good night, son," and ruffled his hair quickly.

“Good night, Tony. Thank you.”

The lamp was turned off and darkness surrounded him. Knowing that he would encounter a new event every day, Peter fell asleep.