Never a better time than now
Peter's mind was just dancing from the lack of oxygen and boy did he really feel like total shit. Every breath was the worst thing he could imagine, it hurt, he felt like he was straining to open his lungs and he was getting tired. He was getting tired of breathing.
Fleetingly somewhere along the whole run out of Midtown he saw Flash look at him and laugh ( oh yeah , it was going to be a rose colored situation.) , He saw Ned and MJ trying to get to the gurney and being pulled away by a really distressed Happy.
The ride in the ambulance was strange, he was immediately transported back to his childhood and was sincerely afraid of dying, it was just ...if he wasn't lying to himself anymore, he was afraid of dying this time. This wasn't like other times, this time.... It felt worse.
The blurry face of Bruce and Jamie the nurse, although they would try to smile at him and tell him things ... supposedly soothing ( come on, he was not listening to anyone because of the lack of oxygen) , did nothing to erase the anguish with which Jamie was mixing and mixing medications. At one point he honestly thought he had more meds than blood in his system. Bruce was just endlessly pulling medical equipment out of drawers while the ambulance was going a good 100 miles per hour. What a fine service Mr. Stark, Mr. Dad. He could have sworn he was going to kill him.
Once the elevator got to medbay , the first thing Peter heard was Pepper and Tony's screams. They weren't going to kill him anytime soon because they looked really scared to death with a lot of tears and smeared makeup.
"My baby , bruceee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. What's wrong with Peter !"
"Not now, Pepper. Come on, come on let go of me. I need to come in."
"Bruce don't fuck with me! What's wrong!"
"He had a cardiac arrest on the way here, he's having a severe asthma attack , and if you don't let me go, I can't help him."
"What did you say????"
"He's in arrest Tony! Now I really need to intubate him right now... Sam, please."
"Tony! Come on, man. Let him work.!"
Tony pushed Sam as Bruce escaped from Pepper's hands, only to see Pepper fall in a sea of tears to the floor being comforted by Natasha.
"Calm down? Calm down? Sam, my fucking son...de is dying in there, and you want me to calm down?"
"Tony, breathe. Remember your heart problem, I don't want another one in there. Bruce always pulls us out of the hole. Trust that whatever is going on in there will get better."
Tony just sat clinging to Pepper as they cried on the floor, there was no way his son could die like that. For fuck's sake. He had ignored him these past few months and remembering the measures, he just had all the signs of slipping into a major attack, but his FUCKIN Stark pride had said he wasn't going to give the kid attention because in a way he deserved it, if he wanted to be ignored, he was going to get it. What a stupid fucking mistake.
He had set Friday to do a 24/7 monitor with or without Karen and everywhere to assess Peter's vital signs and the likelihood of bronchospasm, but he just hadn't set it up. It pained him to his soul that he hadn't thought of him to call it in the first place he almost had his soul go out when Happy burst into the penthouse yelling at him that Peter was dying in the infirmary.
The whole team was a picture worthy of a portrait. They were either crying or desperately making a hole in the hallway in front of the medbay doors.
"You know he'll make it, Tony."
"No you don't, Steve."
"I know because ... I've been through it so many times that ... you just try until the end."
"You think he'll live? "
"The kid's got a bigger heart than all of us put together and he knows you love him.To the end he'll do it , tones."
"Whatever you say ."