How to give every Avenger heart attacks: a guide by Peter Parker

𝘈𝘸 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬.

𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯.

Peter looked down at his abdomin, his breath hitching. 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬. This was 𝘯𝘰𝘵 good. This was meant to be a harmless little patrol! He looked back up at the man who had stabbed him. Six times... and shot him. Twice. He quickly disarmed him and webbed him to the wall, handing the lady he had helped her purse.

Peter's vision was getting blurry, but he had to stay strong. The lady's jaw was slack with shock and she ushered Peter away when he offered to walk her home. That lady must actually know how bad 𝘴𝘪𝘹 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴 is.

Peter quickly webbed his way up to a building and started to swing to the tower, hoping that no one was home. The bright red spandex he was wearing was now a sticky crimson color, and Peter was sure he was going to faint as soon as he touched the floor.

"Karen, can you-" a sharp pain was sent through his body as soon as he spoke, but he ignored it. "Can you open a... a window?" He let out a heavy sigh, the sentence not really clarifying what he wanted.

Karen, being the wonderful AI she was, knew what he meant. "I have had F.R.I.D.A.Y open a window to the Tower on the 91st floor." Peter let out a sharp breath as a reply and finally reached the tower, spotting the open window quickly.

Little did the spider know, Karen and F.R.I.D.A.Y were backstabbing bitches and had conveniently opened a window that let straight to the living room, where all the Avengers were.

Peter landed with a splat on the window right next to it and tumbled inside, leaving a large blood mark on the window, and blood trailed under him as he crawled to his knees, panting. His vision was blurry, barely conscious, which made it impossible to spot the people in the room.

There was an eerie stillness as they looked at Peter in shock, bleeding heavily. Peter looked up, barely able to breath before pulling his mask off and collapsing onto the floor.

Wanda screamed, Steve stood up and ran over to the barley conscious Peter along with Tony, Natasha stood there with shock, Bucky froze from his place on the couch, Sam panicked and started screaming along with Wanda, Clint fainted, and Peter looked up in shock.

"H-hey guys..." Peter murmured with a smile before Tony grabbed the boy and shoved him into Steve's arms, barking commands to F.R.I.D.A.Y. The two men rushed towards the elevator, leaving the others to stare at the extremely bloody floor.

Sam cleared his throat and was the first to say something. "W-what the actual 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 just happened!?" Natasha looked at Clint, who was lying on the floor, unconscious.

Wanda covered her mouth with her hands and let out a small whimper. Bucky was still frozen in shock. Silence settled over the room.

Downstairs, however, there were screams and shouts as Steve placed Peter gently on one of the beds in the medbay, completely ignoring all the blood that was dripping off of his now-wet shirt.

Tony was freaking out and screaming at Cho, who was leading about 6 nurses and doctors over to help Peter, who was miraculously still conscious. He was giggling, probably suffering from a concussion. And 𝘴𝘪𝘹 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴 to the abdomin.

Tony and Steve were led out of the medbay to give the doctor and kid some space, but Tony was quickly led back in after suffering from a panic attack. He was fine, just... Traumatized.

Steve was left alone to explain to the other avengers, who had arrived shortly after Tony had had a panic attack, what had happened. Which no one knew. Yet.

"What the hell happened to the kid!?" Sam shouted, flailing his arms. Steve stuttered, not finding any words, signaling he knew nothing.

Natasha was the next one to speak. "No one knows, dipshit, you were there when he arrived!" Nat looked absolutely panicked. Her little spider-baby was in there and she wasn't allowed to enter.

Pepper came rushing over, F.R.I.D.A.Y clearly having told her what had happened judging by her panicked expression. "Where's Peter?! What happened!?" She asked with a sharp tone, only for Steve to shake his head. "We don't know. He arrived looking like... that."

He turned around and looked through the glass behind them at Peter, who was currently surrounded by a solid 7 doctors. Pepper took a sharp intake when she saw her baby laying there, finally unconscious.

She shoved through the group and entered the room, not caring for the protests of the nurses that were in the room, telling her not to, with Nat at her heels. Steve stopped Wanda and Sam before they could go in. "Leave the doctors to do their job, it's hard enough with Nat and Pep in there already."

The pair reluctantly stopped, Wanda crossing her arms in a pout and Sam leaning on the glass, pinching his nosebridge.

"That kid needs a leash..." Sam murmured, getting a low chuckle from Steve, who still looked concerned.

Peter woke up a few hours later, his whole body aching as he groaned and tried to move, but failed. 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬, he thought, gritting his teeth. His eyelids flickered open as he looked to the side, spotting Tony, anxiously tapping his foot on the floor, Pepper, sweating and tapping her hand on her lap, and Natasha, who was staring at the floor, unmoving.

"Ugh..." he groaned, gaining the attention of everyone in the room. "Peter?! Oh thank God!" Pepper rushed over to her son's bedside, placing a hand on his forehead.

"Mom..." he muttered under his breath, leaning against his mother's touch. Tony stormed over, crouching down to Peter's height. "What the 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬, Pete?! What the hell h-" Pepper placed a hand on his mouth.

"Shut up, Tones." She said coolly, still stroking her son's forehead. Tony sighed and placed a hand on Peter's cheek. "What did you do..." he murmured under his breath.

"Mmh..." he leaned against Tony's touch, feeling comforted by his parents. Cho rushed over, looking at Peter, worried. "Okay, give him some space." She said softly, and both the parents agreed, reluctantly, may I add.

Peter groaned at the loss of contact, but Cho walked over and placed a hand on his head. "Fever..." she muttered, and Peter groaned again.

"Fuck..." He murmured, his voice hoarse and shaken. He tried sitting up, but a firm hand was placed on his chest, and he looked up at Helen.

"No, Peter. Your healing may take care of most of the pain but Jesus, you need to rest." At the end of it, she shot Tony a wary glance, and Pepper just rolled her eyes and leaned her head on his shoulder.

"W... Where's Harls..." Peter murmured, asking for his boyfriend. Nat shook her head softly. "He's out of state. Tony told him what happened, though, but he can't come because of finals."

Peter groaned and closed his eyes. "M gonna go t' sleep..." he whispered, and his mother chuckled. "Do that, baby. Get some rest."

There was some shuffling from Peter's bed, and he suddenly bolted upright and looked around wildly. Nope. He was alone. But what was that...?

Ah. It was Clint. Peter raised an eyebrow, unamused as he looked over at the dark corner. "Uh, Clint?" Peter asked, his voice much clearer. His eyes turned to the clock. 5:32am. That explains why it's so dark.

Clint chuckled awkwardly and walked forward. "Hey, Pete... I wasn't able to visit since I... well, passed out... heh." He rubbed the back of his neck. "So I thought it was a good idea to come now... did I wake you?"

Peter nodded but just waved him off. "M fine, Clint. Better than earlier." He placed his feet firmly on the ground and suddenly felt a horrible sense of nausea. He leaned forward and puked, feeling like he was spewing his organs out.

Clint cringed and took a few steps forward. "You don't... you shouldn't stand. Uhm- do you... need, anything? Water? Food?" Peter shook his head, his head lulling as he looked at the floor.

"Jesus christ..." he leaned back down on his bed. Clint looked at the puke before sighing. "I'll go get someone to clean that up..." he murmured before turning around and all but running out.

Peter chuckled, before turning to his side and puking all over the floor again.

Cue the next morning, Peter was feeling a lot better, but despite this, was not allowed to walk. But, this is Peter Stark we're talking about. He'd take the rule to the letter.

Cue Tony and Cho screaming at him to come down from the ceiling.

"PETER WHAT DID I JUST TELL YOU!?"

"You said no 'wa-"

"THIS ISN'T ANY BETTER!"

"But da-"

"DO YOU WANT ME TO CALL YOUR MOTHER!?"

"TRY BE BEYONCÉ!"

"That's it, Spiderling, I'm calling Nat."

"Do it! I dare you!"

"I'm getting the peppermint spray!"

And that is how you get a spider down from the ceiling.

Anyways, back to topic-

"I hate you." Peter grumbled to his father as he sat down beside him on his bed while Helen cleaned his now almost-healed wounds.

"Sure you do, Bambino." Came Tony's laugh, placing a kiss to his son's forehead.

"Why can't I walk yet?" The Child grumbled, staring at Cho with those all-too-sweet Bambi eyes.

"We don't want to risk infection, Peter." Peter scoffed at the statement.

"As if it isn't already closed and clearly fine!"

"Bambino, I will not hesitate to take away your lab hours if you continue complaining." Tony said sternly.

Peter's eyes widened in shock as his jaw went slack. "You wouldn't! I'm just making a breakthrough on a new pair of Spider Bites for Aunt Nat!"

"Don't test me." His father spoke threateningly.

Peter groaned: life could not get any worse