Peter swung on his web and dodged a bullet shot at him. Peter breathed a sigh of relief but freezes when he hears Tony grunt in pain.
"Tony?" Steve calls out over the comms.
"I'm fine, Steve. I just.. dislocated my shoulder."
Peter can sense the discomfort in his voice and he can tell Steve can too.
"Okay babe. I'm all finished here. Where are you? I can help set your shoulder straight."
"I'm by the giant pile of rubble. I'll be fine"
"I see you... Pete, you good?" Steve asks.
"I'm good! I'll swing over to you two."
Peter swings to the giant pile of debris. He begins to feel a stinging sensation on his side. His thoughts are interrupted by Tony winces in pain loudly.
"Agh.. fuck. How about you don't touch it?" Tony grunts.
Peter lands and walks over to the two. Tony was sitting on the pile and Steve was lightly grasping Tony's right shoulder.
"Oh sure Hun, no problem. let me reset your shoulder and put it back in the socket without touching it. No worries!"
Peter smiles but watches Tony clench his teeth.
"Just do it"
Steve nods.
"This is gonna hurt"
Peter subconsciously hold his hand to his side as watches his dads with wide eyes.
"3...2...1.."
Steve and Peter both jump at the sound of Tony's shout. Steve grasps Tony's other shoulder.
"You okay, babe?"
"Thanks to you"
Tony and Steve share a kiss. Tony gently pulls away and smiles at Peter but his smile quickly fades when he sees Peter's pale face and unfocused eyes.
"Pete, buddy, you okay?"
Steve turns to look at Peter as well. Peter removes his hand from his side and looks down at it, confused as to why it's painted red.
He looks up and sees both his dad's faces drop.
"My God.. Peter have you been shot?" Tony demands, louder than he intended.
Peter looks down at his side, stained red. He sways lightly.
"S-shot?" he repeats.
Steve bolts for Peter, knowing he was bound to fall over. He grips Peter firmly.
"Hey..hey.. eyes up here bud... You're okay Pete. don't look down at it."
Peter's wide eyes meet Steve's frightened ones.
"I got shot papa?" He asks in a small voice that breaks Steve and Tony's heart.
Steve kisses the top of Peter's head. He guides Peter to sit right next by Tony's side.
"Tony, there no exit hole" Steve panicked voice says.
"shit"
Tony bends down in front of Peter cups his face.
"Listen bubba. You're gonna be okay. The med team's on its way here."
Steve gently pressed his hand to Peter's cheek.
"I'm gonna take your suit off down to your side, okay?
Peter nods frantically.
"I'm sorry papa."
"Hey, none of that, peanut. This is not your fault. I'm not mad. Papa's not mad."
Steve smiles up at Peter to prove Tony's point even though that's the last thing he felt like doing in that moment.
Steve removes the top half of Peter's suit. The sight of so much blood disgusts him. Steve takes his own shirt off, leaving him in a tank top. He bundles up his shirt and firmly presses it into the wound. Peter immediately cries out in pain.
"st-stop! it hurts! it hurts... please papa" he sobs.
Tony hugs Peter's head to his chest.
"I know baby i know. I'm so sorry." Steve murmurs.
Peter sobs into Tony's chest.
"S-stop... i'm sorry please stop"
Tony and Steve's wide eyes meet and in that moment they don't know what to do.
Fortunately, the medical helicopter arrives.
"Oh thank God" Steve breathes.
The medical team rushes to the three. They quickly load Peter onto a stretcher.
"dad?" Peter asks.
He reaches out his hand and as Tony reaches out to grasp it, the medical team brings the stretcher into the helicopter, leaving Steve and tony to themselves.
Tony falls into Steve's arms and they both sob.
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Peter is slightly aware of someone holding his hand and another stroking his curly head of hair. He tries to open his eyes but they feel too heavy. he hears the distant sound of voices murmuring. He tightens his grip on the hand holding his own. The voices suddenly go quiet.
"...Pete?"
Peter feels a cool hand brush his hair off his forehead. Peter forces his sleepy eyes open. He's greeted with the relieved faces of his Dad and Papa.
"Hey peanut, how do you feel?" Steve asks, running his rough fingers through Peter's curls, gently massaging his scalp.
Peter melts into Steve's hand. he smiles sleepily up at his papa. He sleepily reaches out a hand to grab a fistful of Tony's bad tee. Tony gave a warm laugh and let his kid stick to him.
"Somebody's on the good stuff, huh?"
Peter looks up at Tony like a confused puppy. Steve smiles.
"If anybody deserves to not be in pain, it's petey-pie."
"petey-pie" Peter repeats, sleepily.
The two chuckle softly. Steve leans over and kisses Peter's forehead.
"Yeah that's right buddy," he mumbles
Peter smiles dopey.
"We love you, Peanut"
" 'ove you too"