"m'okay, mister stark, i swear," Peter slurred, barely tracking the flurry of Tony's activity over him. " 's just a scratch..."
"Yeah, yeah, sure kid, just a scratch," Tony echoed with a fleeting, stressed bark of noise that barely resembled a laugh.
"Just a scratch that's got you semi-conscious and spilling half your body weight in blood on the carpet, no big deal!"
Peter's shallow breaths hitched as Tony pressed pads of gauze firmly to his burning, throbbing side.
"Hhh- Mmh. Right... s'what i'm sayin. no big deal..."
His vision was getting spotty, belying his dismissal.
"D-doesn't even... tickle..."
"Oh thank goodness your knife wound doesn't tickle... God, Pete, what were you thinking taking the knife out? Haven't you listened to anything i've said?" Tony exasperates as he wraps Peter's torso up with gauze.
Peter giggles and Tony pauses his work, caught off guard with his light mood.
"You're so silly mister stark. I didn't take the knife out. It flew out into the sky and Pchew! it blew up!" He exclaims as he demonstrates with his hands.
Tony looks ay Peter half confused and half terrified.
"O-okay buddy. You're getting pretty delirious. And you're bleeding through your gauze. Let's get you to the Medbay right away."
Peter chuckles.
"Hey mister Stark! That rhymes!"
"Uh-huh. Super cool buddy," Tony mutters as he lifts Peter up in his arms.
As soon as Peter's secure in his arms, he bolts for the Medbay.
Peter lays his head in the crook of Tony's neck.
" 'm just gonna.. sleep for a little bit," he mumbles as his eyes close.
Tony frantically pats Peter's cheek.
"Hey, hey... none of that. Eyes open Petey-pie"
Peter whines. Tony cradles the back of his head.
"I know kid, i know... i'm sorry. It's all gonna be okay. just stay awake for me bubba. mmkay?" Tony murmurs in the softest voice he's ever used.
So soft that Peter can't help but listen to him. He struggles to keep his eyes open and Tony sees.
"Hey Pete... What's 9x7?"
Peter rubs his eyes in confusion.
"mmm... 63?"
Tony smiles as he sees the Medbay in the distance.
"Good! That's my smart boy. Acing math questions even when his brain is all mushy... Almost there buddy."
Peter hums, not having enough strength to form any words. Tony kisses Peter's forehead.
"Good job, Bambino. I'm proud of you"
Tony runs into the Medbay and gently and carefully lays Peter down on one of the medical beds.
"Cho!" He shouts.
Tony soothingly brushes back Peter's hair as he gently shushes the silent cries of the boy.
Doctor Cho rushes in along with her medical team, prepared to take care of Peter's injuries.