Chapter 3
Peter woke to his phone buzzing on the floor beside the couch. He groaned and rubbed his eyes, wincing a little as he did so, his pesky ribs still not having fully recovered from the night before. He sat up and grabbed his phone. Shit. It was ten am and he had 10 missed calls from Tony. He quickly jumped up and ran to the bathroom to get dressed and threw on his suit, opting to ignore the large patches of blood and the tear exposing the gash on his side. He was just about to jump out the window to swing to the tower as fast as he could until he someone clear their throat behind him. Matt. "You going so soon?" He still seemed worried. "Tony called me" Peter said with a grimace. "Like a billion times. I better get home before he tracks me , makes sure I'm alive and promptly murders me." Matt looks slightly amused "Lovely. Well, remember what Claire said no patrols and, Pete? next time you get hurt that bad just call. Please. I don't think my heart can take Frank coming in with you bleeding out in his arms again." Peter immediately felt bad. "Will do Matt. Thank you so much for all your help. Sorry for all... this" he gestured at his battered and bruised torso. "Any time" Matt sighed, resigned to the fact that this would probably happen again. "Now go, before Tony kills you" he eyed the phone in Peter's hand nervously, as if it was a bomb about to explode. "Will do. See you soon Matt, tell Frank I said bye" he smirked a little as he said that last bit. He had been suspicious about their relationship for a while and given that he didn't see Frank leaving the apartment last night he was sure something was going on. Without waiting for Matt's reply ,he quickly turned and jumped out the window, shooting a web to another apartment block quickly building momentum.
He made it back to the tower in no time, Friday helpfully opened his bedroom window for him. He threw on a hoodie, binder and tracksuit bottoms before making his way to the living room as casually as he could. There was no one in there thank god. He walked over to the adjacent kitchen and put on the kettle, looking forward to sitting down and relaxing with a nice cup of tea. "Where were you." Oh fuck. Tony. And he was angry. Just what Peter needed. "Hey Mister Stark!" Even though he had lived in the tower for years, and had been adopted by Tony and Pepper two years ago, the name still slipped out sometimes, especially when Peter was anxious or hiding something and Tony knew it. "How are you this morning? You look kinda tired, you sure you don't wanna go back to bed for a while?" "Cut the bullshit Pete. You never came back from patrol, even worse you didn't pick up your phone! Where were you all night?" He took in Peter's appearance. The kid was obviously exhausted and had bruises all over him. "What happened to you?" "Patrol" replied Peter simply, shrugging. Tony wasn't satisfied. "Med bay" "Dad-" "Now." Replied Tony firmly. Peter wasn't going to argue, he was too tired. He sighed and followed Tony to the med bay, knowing there was no way of avoiding this.
Peter winced slightly as he hitched himself up onto the examination table. He honestly wasn't too bad, his ribs just hadn't healed fully. The air in the med bay was still thick with tension, no matter how good Peter thought his injuries had healed. He hesitantly lifted his shirt for one of the nursing staff to take a look at his wound. "Nice stitches" they commented when they saw the cut. "Did you do them yourself? Seem professional." "A friend of a friend did them for me." Peter replied hesitantly. Tony cocked one eyebrow. "Friend of a friend?" He asked, looking a bit concerned. Peter nodded "She's a nurse. Friends with one of the guys I work with on patrols sometimes." Tony still looks apprehensive but let's it go. "So how are his ribs?" He asks, turning to the nurse. "They could be better" they say, sighing. "But hardly the worst breaks I've ever seen. No school or patrol for a bit. Then you should be fine Peter." Peter silently celebrated as he saw a bit of worry dissipate from Tony's face. He could definitely sneak out to do patrols, there was nothing Tony could do.