Okay okay okay. It was never peters intention to get impaled by a literal sword (who uses swords these days??) on some random sunday night. But that's just how life goes for vigilantes...right?
Let's go from the start ay?
It was a typical weekend for peter, spending friday night at the stark tower after him and tony lost track of time in the lab. Spending even more time in the lab on saturday. And then guess what! They spent sunday in theeeeee, yeah you guessed it, the lab.
But ofcourse spider-man's gotta do what spider-man's gotta do, which is how the brunette managed to find himself in a 1v16 fight with some rando gang. (it's a sunday? take a break??)
He was just swinging through queens on his patrol, per usual, when his spider senses started going off like crazy. He closed his eyes and tuned into the sound of men talking, well arguing.
"I can't believe you fucked up the plan"
"Well i didn't know that the cops would find us." The other hisses back.
"Well you better sort it out, the others will be here soon and trust me they aren't happy about it"
Oo danger. How fun.
Peter swung down and clapped his hands together, getting the two men's attention who immediately pulled out a gun and aimed it at him .
"Woah woah woah, is this not a friendly gathering?" The spider asked, tone laced with sarcasm.
"Get outta here spider"
one of the men replied, flicking the safety off of the gun he was holding.
Peter quickly webbed the gun out of his hands, spider senses flaring as he quickly ducked to miss a bullet shot from the other guys gun. He shot at web at the one who was attempting to make a run for it, sticking him to the wall, and then landing a punch to the armed dude who was currently trying to shoot him. (not cool bro)
Now, how was he supposed to know that when he turned around there would be 14 other guys standing infront of him, all having weapons. all having swords?? Honestly, is this the 1800's or something?
So as peter did what peter did, casually getting in a couple punches, casually getting stabbed and what not.
The sword came out of nowhere, he just felt a sharp pain in the side of his stomach as he bent over, hands immediately trying to find the source of the agony when he found the blunt of the blade.
"Oh shit. oh shit oh shit oh shit" He huffs under his breath. He is so fuckidy fucked.
With the amount of adrenaline running through him he couldn't really feel anything anymore, so he quickly webbed up the guy who stabbed him (what a prick) and swung up onto of a roof.
That's when it hit him, the pain. It felt like someone shoved a load of needles into his stomach. The pain shot through his entire body. He collapsed onto the roof, laying flat on his back and groaning at the movement.
"You seem too be injured peter, i am protocolled to call mr stark" Comes the voice of karen, worry some how evident in her voice.
"No no karen.. i'm...i'm fine"
He answered with a sharp intake of breath at how much it hurt to say that.
"Scan please"
"Completing scan. Bruised ribs, minor concussion and the stab wound in your stomach. It missed any major organs but the sword is insanitary, peter, it needs to be removed."
As the ai was saying this black spots were filling peters vision and sleep seemed very promising right now as his whole body relaxed and the pain dulled slightly.
As he was on the verge of falling to the darkness threatening to pull him under his eyes shot open with a gasp at the sound of repulsers, calming when he sees the familiar red and gold suit land next to him.
"I swear kid, i'm gonna cover you in bubble wrap at some point"
Tony states, getting a chuckle and a wince out of peter.
He doesn't really know what happens next, his vision fades and he can feel air shifting through him and the cold metal of the ironman suit.
It feels like he's floating. Peter can hear the voices around him but it's like their not actually..there.
"Morning 'roos, you good?"
Peter turns his head at the voice, seeing tony and something in him settling.
"What happened?" he asks, voice raspy, as he's handed a cold glass of water and helped sit up.
"Well kiddo, you had a sword halfway through you and scared the shit out of me."
oh. right. that. shit.
"oh..."
"You bet your ass 'oh'. pete how many times have we talked about this? If you get hurt ok patrol you have to let karen let me know."
Said tony with a sigh, rubbing his eyes that looked tired. Probably hasn't slept a wink since peter passed out and the thought allows a thick layer of guilt to form in peters chest.
"I know, i know i'm sorry, i thought i had them. Did the police get them?"
"Yeah yeah there in custody now."
Peter can't help but feel the guilt grow at how stressed tony seemed from this. after the whole vulture incident he's been a lot more protective over peter. kinda like a da-
"You did good though kiddo, but it's not worth almost dying for."
And that's when peter fell back to sleep, calmed by the hand running through his hair and just feeling completely at peace.
don't get stabbed kids it's not fun.