Chapter 1
It's Saturday so Peter is out Patroling, he loved Saturdays as he not only gets to help the neighborhood but also spends the afternoons (and often the nights) with the one and only Tony Stark.
Today had been a rather productive morning, he saved a kitten, gave a lot of directions to a ton of people, brought a lost child back to his, very concerned dad, prevented and nearly caused a car accident. After getting some ice cream from his favorite place, he sat on a roof just enjoying the view
“Incoming call from tin can” Karen, the AI in his suite, announces. Peter chuckled, if Tony knew he did, in fact not change that back... That would be... Funny
“ Please answer the call” Peter mumbles with a mouth full of ice cream. In the next moment, he heard Tony’s voice “ Hey Underroos, are you swinging by for lunch before we start working in the lab? Or Did you get some Tacos again?” He smiled at the memory of Peter coming home and talking about the best tacos he has ever had for like half an hour, how he got them from this very nice old lady, that they had just the right amount of filling, and so on.
“I would love to have lunch, Mr.Stark, I'll be there like... Now” Peter said already getting ready to swing. His Mentor laughed “ Take it easy, lunch will need another 30 minutes. See you then.”
Just as he was making his way to the Tower his spider-sense alerts him, something was going on
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A few seconds later he looks into a gloomy alleyway, with four people moving boxes. Peter ducked behind a dumpster and attempted to hear what they are talking about. Sadly, it was just a normal conversation, about how the family dog had eaten an entire pack of hot Cheetos after their kid had dropped it on the ground.
“Why can't they just talk about the sketchy, and potentially illegal things they are doing,” Peter thought.“That would make my job a lot easier”.
He decided to just ask them if they aren't onto something, he would just help them move the boxes.
“Hey guys” He shouts “What are you doing? Playing Sokoban?” To his surprise, nobody said a word and nobody was surprised to see him as if they waited for him.
His spidey sense was going off, almost like a ringing in his ear that slowly takes over his whole head.
Now in his “fight mode” he ducks and whirls around to see a fifth person creeping up to him with a thick metal pole in his hands. Peter quickly shoots a web to the tip of the pole disarming and webbing, the guy, up. In the meantime, the other four equipped themselves with various weapons, lucky nobody had a gun.
“Okay guys, let's make that quick, I don't want to be late for lunch”
(a/n I am sorry I never wrote a fight scene before... Let's see how that turns out)
He started shooting webs at all four of the guys, but they all dodged them quite well, as they are coming closer he crawls up one of the walls surrounding the sides of the alleyway. They looked up to him, to be honest as long as they could not climb walls there was nothing much they could do. Peter tried to jump across the alley hitting his opponent mid-flight, but it was way too small for that.
He might have to give up his high ground, now the techniques Nat taught him will come in handy.
He held up pretty well against the four guys, who seemed to be at least a bit trained in martial arts, he could not neutralize them as easily as normal. After some time of throwing and dodging kicks and punches, his opponents seemed pretty tired, Peter still has plenty of energy, after already webbing one of them to a wall.
Only three to go, man, they were keeping his feet going. “Guys give up already,” Peter says “What is your problem, I am the one with superpowers, you guys already look like you ran a half marathon” They did not listen.
In the next second his spider-sense warned him about a punch from the right, at least he thought so.
In The next second he felt every muscle contracting, it felt like ants crawling under his skin forcing him onto his knees. The dining in his ear kept getting louder and even the slight light of the alley is stinging his eyes. He forgot about the pole guy, who somehow freed himself and decided to taze him. Unable to move the watch in horror how one of them takes out a small syringe and puts it in Peter's arm. Slowly getting ready to fight again, he tries to get up on his feet, but even Spiderman can't get up after being tazed like that. “Hey Karen” Peter mumbles, after getting no answer he figured she must have been damaged by the teaser, hopefully, she shut herself down and is just rebooting her functions.
After another two minutes he was finally, ready to stand up he looked at his phone. Two messages from Tony “Hey kid lunch is ready” and “Stuck in your neighborhood again? I’ll wait for you, don't be too late” He texted back “ur right, got stuck, omw” and started to swing back toward the tower. Feeling uneasy about whatever these jerks put inside of him, at least he is feeling normal, and normal is good...?
On his way to the tower, his senses started screaming Like they never had before. It was even worse than the time, he claimed the Washington Monument without a parachut or was threatened by a gun. “Something is wrong,” he thought “Something is so wrong”.He would be lying if he says he was not frightened.
Almost in mortal agony, he climbed the side of the Tower. Tony always left a window open when waiting for Peter, so he didn't have to walk through the lobby, Peter always appreciated that. Now Tony was waiting for his the kid, who was running late again, he just can't stop worrying about his neighborhood. But he loves his spiderling, even if he has to eat cold Spaghetti, maybe they should settle on cold Lunches, that would also be easier for him to prepare. He is still working on his cooking skills “Friday, remind me to prepare cold Lunch Next Time”.
He smiled as soon as he spots Peter's masked face through the window. “Hey, Underroos, are you hungry, Let's have some cold Pasta. It would have been warm if you would have been here on time, it would have been warm” he scoffs.
But Peter did not say anything, he climbed into the kitchen and pulled his Mask off. Tony's smile fades as soon as he takes one look into Peter's face. “What happens? What's wrong?”. “I - I don't know” Peter shutters “I was out patrolling and... And I got teazed you know and...” he took a deep breath to calm himself, luckily his spidey sense finally went silent. “And they injected me with something.” He paused “ But I already feel better, so you don't have to worry”
“Why didn't you tell me sooner? I could have picked you up after you were fucking tazed.” He put an arm around Peter's shoulders “For now we should get you checked, unknown substances in your body are not allowed” Peter smiled sheepishly “Whatever you say Mr.Stark”
Tony already called Bruce on his way to the Medbay. He dropped his current work immediately and virtually sprinted towards the Medbay. When Peter and Tony arrived he already prepped a ton of examinations.
“Please sit down Peter, we should figure out what is going on as soon as possible” Bruce tells them.
He first connects a heart and Blood pressure monitor, takes his temperature, and draws some blood. “I'm going to check this blood sample, Just give me 20 minutes”
Dr.Banner left the room, to go and feed the blood sample to the machine has been working on, for the last years, maybe being able to find the foreign substance quickly, minimizes possible damage.
20 minutes can feel like hours, luckily Peter seemed fine. He was worried Tony, could tell that just by looking in his face, but at least he is talking without a pause. He tried to comfort himself but especially Tony with this flood of words, about his Morning, school, and his friends. He is worried, no doubt, but he feels fine, how bad can it be?
Meanwhile Bruce had found something. As he looked at the results, he turns pale.
“That is not possible”
The way back to the examination room felt like an eternity like he was almost moving Backwards. If only, he had never... That is not important at the Moment... After 2 minutes, if you would ask Bruce it could also have been hours or days, he finally arrived at Medbay, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.
“Hey Tony” Bruce was sticking his head in the door “ Can I come inside” Both Peter and Tony knew something was up, Dr. Banner looked like he was on the verge of tears, his hand shaking keeping his focus on his breathing. Even after being stabbed or shot multiple times Peter has never seen Bruce that worried. He looks up to the ceiling he had already looked at an uncountable number of times, this time it felt different.
Tony's face was creased in concern, his hand was holding Peters tight, as Bruce stepped into the room “ Banner please tell me he is going to be ok”. He looked at his friend whose hands are shaking so heavily, that he is not able to read the test results. “ Tony, it's all my fault, I could... I should have known better” Bruce squeezes out. “Please just tell us” Tony responded. “The syringe was filled with a poison which has no other effect than a raising fatigue until you can't fight it anymore” Bruce swallowed thickly “Peter might... He... he will die” Bruce's words struck Tony like a lightning. He felt dizzy almost like throwing up
“What? Bruce please tell me that is not true. Please tell me there is an antidote ”. “ Tony I am afraid there isn't” Tony wanted to scream and cry, but held himself together, for the kid, He could have done something... He could have prevented all that and... Protect his kid. He looked over to Peter who was shaking, tears in his eyes looking at the ceiling. “ I am gonna die?” Tony sucked in a shaky breath.“Pete I. I am so sorry I wish... there was something... I could do something” he interrupts a he started to sob. He could barely speak “How long has he left?” Bruce closes his eyes, as he was sending a silent prayer “ 6 hours Maybe... 2 or eight... I don't know”
Peter walked up to him hugging him tight whilst one of his hand was still clasped by Tony “I don't care what you said. It is not your fault Thank you for all the times you switched me back up, for all the things you taught me and all the times you just... listend” Bruce and Peter are both crying “ I love you too Peter, I wish I could help you... I wish I prevented that” He hugs Peter even tighter. Very quietly Peter diapers into his ear “ Could you look after Mr.Stark when I am gone? I can't imagine how he will neglect himself when I am gone”
After a few seconds He leaves the hug and move towards the door “ I will leave you guys alone now” Shortly before he exits the room he turns around “It was an honor to work with you Mr. Parker” As soon as he closed the door They heard a dull sound, as someone leans himself to the wall, slowly sliding to the ground.