Man down
Though he tried to walk quietly his footsteps echoed through the building. Toomes was standing at a table at the far end, he hadn’t even noticed him yet. I can do this. “Give up!” he shouted.
Toomes turned around quickly eyes wide before giving almost a resigned nod, “Peter. You came, how disappointing, though I do see now why Liz keeps you around.”
“How could you do this to her?” His voice shook, Liz was a good person, a nice friend, how could a loved one betray her like this?
“Do to her?” Toomes shook his head, “I’m doing this for her Pete. You should understand what I’m doing.” He pointed to Peter, “You and me, we’re cut from the same cloth, built at the bottom. Unlike Stark, someone who was born into money and fame, never having to struggle or do any of the hard lifting.”
Never had to struggle? Peter shot a web at Toomes’ hand sticking it to the desk. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Tony had suffered so much, made so many sacrifices for the world! How could Toomes think like this?
Toomes let out a laugh, “Of course I do. Him and Strange.” he shook his head, “Match made in heaven. Two, egotistic, rich, smart guys who think they’re better than everyone else-”
“They help people!” Peter argued. How dare Toomes talk this way about his alph-friends...he shook his head, “You-you’re gonna come with me.”
Toomes tilted his head with a smile, “Sorry Pete but I can’t do that, I just needed to buy a little more time to get her airborne.”
Peter heard the whirring sound before he saw the machine flying right at him; his body reacted first launching him into the air while the machine crashed into a few pillars beside him. Turning he saw it coming at him again and he jumped once more landing just above the pillar it swiped as well. He landed as the machine flew around a few more times, debris and dust filling the air, “You missed me.” He smiled under the mask, he knew he could do this.
“I wasn’t actually aiming for you Pete.”
The wings went around once more and that’s when he heard it. The deafening crash of a building crumbling but it was too late, the world went black.
A breath, another breath, pain. He blinked, didn’t he? It was much darker than a moment ago, another breath it was hard to breathe, everything hurt. His eyes were watering, there was so much dust. He tried to shift, move an inch, something to get comfortable, but he was stuck. His vision cleared, there was so much debris. He was under concrete. His eyes welled up again, Am I going to die? His right arm reached up pulling at his mask, he couldn’t breathe.
Ripping it off, he tried to inhale, “H-help…” he inhaled further ribs protesting, “Help!” He felt warm liquid trickle down the side of his head, this is bad. This is really bad. He tried again to shift but no avail. “Please!” He wailed, “Anybody, I’m down, I’m down ‘ere…” his voice broke. He wasn’t even wearing his necklace. Strange would be here right now if he’d kept it on, but he’d taken it off after hearing the news. He let out a sob, “Tony…” he whispered, “Strange...please…” he tried to let out his cry but his body protested, if he didn’t get out soon he was going to suffocate. He looked down at the puddle in front of him, his old mask making half of his face in the reflection.
I’m the help, he thought, slowing his breath. ‘If you’re nothing without it then you shouldn’t have it.' Tony’s voice echoed in his mind, he was right. He was more than just the suit, he was for years! “You can do this.” His arm that was pinned scraped along the concrete as he pulled it to his side, “Come on Peter, come on Spider Man!” he pulled his other arm under him and pushed up as hard as he could, “Come on Peter, come on Spider Man!” the concrete above shifted, “Come on Spider Man!” His legs were no longer pinned as the weight all concentrated on his back, “AHHH!” He stood further shifting the weight to his shoulders, a popping sound was happening in his ribs, but that had to wait. He extended his arms by his shoulders, lifting the chunk of building above his head and pushed. With another crash the concrete landed behind him and he slumped for a moment grabbing his mask. That was the most I’d ever lifted.
Anothing whirring sound caught his attention, the plane! He didn’t have time to rest. Ned’s phone was somewhere in the debris but he had no time to contact him, hopefully he’d gotten through to Happy and they contacted the FBI. Running with a slight limp he caught sight of Toomes back in his full gear on a billboard sign, he’s about to take off. Toomes watched the plane for a moment then crouched before taking off, Peter panicked, he couldn’t let him get away, sell more tech, threaten more lives...Shooting a web out he attached to Toomes’ boot and in a moment he was airborne. “Oh crap.” He muttered as his body ached, holding onto the man flying. Toomes looked over his shoulder a few times but must not have seen him.
They were going higher and higher, this time he didn’t have a parachute that may or may not help him. He should probably talk to Tony about that-Oh crap. They went above the clouds. His web finally broke and he grabbed the side of the plane. He still hasn’t noticed me! Toomes’ wings folded over him and then stilled, shoot, did he get into the plane somehow? He crawled over to the tech and grabbed the end of it, pulling with all his might the thing didn’t budge. He panted feeling a little breathless, his ribs hurt, most of his upper body was injured worse. He switched positions attaching his hands to the plane and kicked at the thing instead. Come on! He kicked and kicked and finally saw it budge! Hah! Just a few more strong kicks and he was sure he could dislodge it. He set his feet against it once more but it shifted away he flattened his hand so he didn’t fling off but noticed it morphing around Toomes who flew out of the plane.
“Cats out of the bag now!” he tried to crawl up the side of the plane, somewhere safer if there was such a place right now, “Just another day, on the side of an invisible jet, fighting my friend’s da-”
Toomes came around again wing aimed for Peter’s head. He ducked just in time and shot a web out to Toomes which took him away from the plane, wait I don’t want that! He shot another web to the plane and winced when his body protested. The web broke off the jet just as Toomes sliced his and he came flying back toward the engines. “I don’t want to end up like the incredibles!” He yelled, shooting as much web as he could from both shooters at the engine in front, he shut his eyes when his body made contact. It worked! He wasn’t in a million pieces! He let out a relieved chuckle but heard a loud clanking sound. Liz’s dad! He glanced over to see the wing partially stuck in the engine before releasing the man which fell.
“Get the plane under control!” He shouted at himself, “somehow…” he crawled to the top of the plane when his hairs stood up, he glanced for a second before flinging himself to the right narrowly avoiding Toomes slice. He’s really trying to kill me. He dodged a few more stabs with the wings then jumped a little which shot him back toward the end of the plane, he threw out a web thankful it grabbed. Toomes is getting desperate. He pulled himself back onto the plane as Toomes literally cut into it.
Looking up he saw the city coming into view, the beach! He shot a web onto the wing pulling hard, “Please turn please turn!” He could imagine the horrified people seeing a plane on fire flying so low near the city. To his surprise it did and he leveled out only when he noticed the plane was going near the empty beach.
He laid flat on the wing close to the plane, how am I going to land? The plane swiped part of the closed tall building causing it to tilt, they were going down… The first bounce of the plane almost dislodged him but he attached his hand pulling himself back down, the plane was split into half, no thirds. But he still held on, until his world was turning upside down throwing him off tumbling several feet before finally coming to a stop. He lay there for a moment trying to take stock in his body, definitely worse. Everything sounded muffled, there was a high pitched ringing in his ears, he couldn’t breathe again. Ripping off his mask he finally sat up before falling back to his side, fire was everywhere but his body felt so cold, so numb.
Standing up he tried to stretch his limbs looking around at the debris, he really hoped no one was there. He opened his mouth trying to pop his ears, getting them working again when he saw two little green eyes come into view coming right at him. Smack! Toomes hit him so hard he flipped a few times before he stood. He turned around as Toomes came back at him but dodged this attack.
“Come on Pedro.” Peter flung a web at him which he dodged and came right at him. Instead of trying to cut him with his wings he kicked him to the ground standing on his chest, the gears in the boot moved metal digging into his skin. “Agh!” A metal hand came down once, twice against his face but he caught the third one. Toomes flew into the air again taking Peter with him, he released him over debris when he was high enough but Peter flung a web back at him launching himself higher but when he went to hit Toomes he was grabbed and flung to the ground.
His body ached, he wasn’t sure how much more he could take. A metal weight landed on his back, digging into his skin and he was pulled into the air before he was smacked into the ground over and over. His head felt like it was filled with cotton. Turning onto his back when he was released he saw Toomes standing over him, the wing coming down by his head. He winced but couldn’t do much more. His body was too weak, he’d never fought this much before. Toomes lifted him off the ground by his hood, which bunched around his neck. “Bingo.” he heard him say before hitting the ground again.
Sleep, he thought. Sleep would be nice right now. There was too much noise, he peeled open his eyes lifting his head so he could see it. The wings, they took too much damage! “Stop! You’re wingsuit!” He shot a web at the man which pulled him to a standing position, head swimming, “It’s gonna explode!” He panted.
The man turned toward him with a smile on his face, “Time to go home Pedro.” he said, pulling away.
“I’m trying to save you!” but his web was cut as he fell to his back. With no more webs left he watched in horror as the suit twitched violently before bursting into flames releasing a small explosion when hitting the ground.
“No…” He tore himself from the ground hopping over the flames “No!” Looking around he spotted the unmoving man under the metal. The first grasp at the machine burned his hands, but he couldn’t just leave him under this hot metal! He grabbed it again ignoring his own body as he lifted hard pulling the man out from under it. He walked a few yards away from the fire then dropped the man falling next to him. He just wanted to sleep but he wasn’t done yet.
Toomes was awake but unmoving, watching him with astonished eyes. Seeing some material he could use he propped him against a few bins tying him up. There was too much fire for people not to have noticed, he would leave the rest to them. Also finding a pen and paper he wrote a note before looking once more at Toomes. The man said nothing, only watching with eyes that looked...different. At this moment he felt nothing. He didn’t know if it was from exhaustion or from the man having tried to kill him so many times in the span of maybe an hour, but he was done for the day. He limped over to one of the rides, actually using the stairs to watch over the sight.
Police cars arrived as well as black unmarked vehicles. He could clearly see Happy walking over to the suspect before looking around. A drone went around the site scanning but what was curious to Peter was that it wasn’t scanning just the debris, it was scanning the open area and rides too. His heartbeat picked up as the thing stopped in front of him. Glancing to the side he could see Happy jogging over to his location. “Is he really gonna take all these stairs?”
Sure enough a panting Happy came into sight. He opened his mouth but when he caught sight of the boy his mouth shut and he hurried to his side, “Shit. Peter, when your friend kept calling me I should’ve-” he made a face, hands hovering over him but not quite touching.
“What hurts? Where does it hurt?”
Peter blinked at Happy, a small smile gracing his features, “You finally came.” he breathed out.
Happy flinched, pulling out his phone, “Get a jet over asap!”
Peter closed his eyes leaning back against the pole, “No Peter!” He felt Happy shake him a bit, “No sleeping right now.”
“Was just resting my eyes.” Peter argued weakly, his body felt heavy.
“You gonna make me carry you down all those stairs aren’t ya?” Happy shook his head, “You know what, it’s the least I can do. Probably the last thing I’ll do, I’ll end up job searching by tomorrow.” He felt a jacket placed over his head and being pulled into surprisingly strong arms bridal style. Sure enough Happy carried him all the way down to the ground. Not even a few minutes later a small jet landed near the beach and he was pulled into the back of it.
“The compound stat.” Happy ordered slowly lifting the jacket off Peter’s head. “It’s just you and me back here now so don’t worry.”
“The compound?” Peter felt slightly more alert.
“Yeah, you look-rough.” he walked over to one of the cabinets on the plane before making his way back over to the boy. “Let’s get you a bit more cleaned up before we have to face the music.” He opened the first aid kid, cleaning and and least temporarily patching most of his wounds. “With the jet it won’t take us long to get there so I guess I should call your alphas huh?”
“M-my alphas?” Peter choked out.
“Y-your I-I mean your friendly alpha Iron Man, you know the Iron, Tony.” Happy made a face, “I’m gonna make a call so we don’t get there blind sighting him...or maybe, no. He needs to have the doc there.”
Peter zoned out feeling a blush on his cheeks, he wondered if it was noticeable under all his injuries. His alphas. He smiled to himself when Happy came into view. “Just a little while longer, okay kid?”
~
Tony didn’t even speak when first laying eyes on Peter, he rushed up to the boy analyzing every inch of him. Peter relaxed immediately, body going lax in his alphas arms who he thinks may have growled something at Happy...but he didn’t want Happy to be in trouble. He whined, which surprised himself opening his eyes to peek at those amber eyes.
“-id, Kid Peter, please talk to me bud.” Tony begged as they made their way to the medical wing.
“Tony...I’m sorry.” Peter sniffed.
“You’re sorry?” Tony shook his head using his finger to stroke his arm as he carried the boy.
“I-my phone. I think I left it-”
“Your phone?” Tony held onto him tighter then immediately loosened his grip letting out a choked chuckle, “I don’t give a fuck about your phone Pete. We’ll find it or replace it. You know what we can’t replace-”
“Mr. Stark, bring him over here.” Dr. Cho instructed when laying eyes on them. Tony complied, laying the boy down gently, looking over him again with worried eyes. “We’re going to have to cut these off okay? It’s past saving.” She gripped at his suit, which was covered in cuts, blood and burns. Huh, he really wasn’t in great shape.
Nodding he gripped his pants, “I-can I keep the underwear though? I don’t have a lot.”
“We can get you more underwear Pete.” Tony shook his head.
“Y-yeah...but, still.” He blushed wondering if they could see it under his injuries.
She nodded cutting his original suit, for some reason he felt a little emotional over this. Maybe because of the days it took just to make this suit, all the failed attempts just to get it right. His suit. Now he had nothing…she discarded the cloth then began to clean his wounds.
“What’s wrong Pete? Are you hurting? We need to get him some meds right away!” Tony stroked his cheek face really close. He was suddenly lucky for his injuries or he’d be having another problem right now.
“N-no. I mean yes, it hurts-a bit-” Tony scoffed, “but I just…” he looked over at his suit which lay discarded in the trash bin. He couldn’t find the words to say but looking over at Tony he knew he didn’t have to. The man’s eyes were full of understanding, he smiled at the boy.
“I’m not usually one to get sentimental but I get it…” Tony eyed the destroyed clothes with guarded eyes, “It’s where you started.” He grabbed Peter’s hand giving it a small squeeze, “but it’s not where you’ll finish. Am I right?”
Peter watched him with wide eyes, a smile tugging at his lips, “Y-yeah. Just-just the beginning.”
“Mr. Stark.” Dr. Cho interrupted, “I’m going to put him in the healing chamber for a bit, you can stand over there.”
Tony nodded taking a step back, “I want him to be relaxed while he’s in there too,” Cho added, “so no talking while he’s in there. I know you need to get information but now’s not the time. Give him at least thirty minutes to get the worst of it.” she turned to Peter, “sleep if you can, it will help accelerate the healing process the more relaxed you are.”
Peter nodded as they helped him over to the chamber. Tony walked up before the machine closed leaning forward, Peter looked up right as Tony’s lips met his forehead. Tony stood straight again, replacing his hand on Peter’s forehead instead, “Heal, omega.” Tony’s eyes flashed red, “We’ll talk in a bit.”
Peter lay stunned, managing a small nod. Looking over his nearly naked body once more, Tony nodded as well walking out of the room after speaking with Cho. Peter closed his eyes, feeling the blush spread all the way down his chest. There was no way he actually looked attractive right now, especially to Tony, an alpha who was taken but that look...he took a breath feeling his ribs protest, right he was supposed to relax. He tried to clear his head, not think about those red eyes, or that lingering look. He could feel the machine starting to work, it made him feel a little light headed. Maybe he would just rest...a bit.
♧♤♧♤
Tony clutched the phone in his hands, practicing the breathing technique Strange had taught him, “Hello, Tony? I’m sorry but you know I’m busy-”
“Peter was attacked.” Tony interrupted, he knew Strange was busy in Kamar-Taj but he couldn’t help it. He needed to talk to his mate, get level headed again. His alpha was tugging toward the surface, usually they were more in sync or he’d have a good leash on him. Right now it took all his willpower not to take the boy to his bed and not let him leave.
“Is he okay?” Strange demanded, whispering harshly to the people near him.
“He-he is.” Tony cleared his throat, “he’s in the healing chamber right now. He’s in rough shape though.” Tony tugged at his hair leaning his forehead against the wall, “Bruises and cuts everywhere, burns, I know there are a few broken bones too…”
“What happened?” Strange seethed.
“I haven’t got the full story out of him yet...but from what I can tell he went after the alien weapon thief again-”
“By himself!?” Strange almost shouted.
“I know.” Tony felt his eyes change again. “But Happy said he tried to contact him to-”
“But he didn’t contact you?” Strange exhaled sharply, “I know you said it’s been a few days since you’ve talked but…”
“I don’t know.” Tony squeezed the phone thankful it was nearly indestructible, “He still has about twenty minutes left in the chamber but I don’t know if I should be there when he gets out, I don’t know if I can…”
“Tony-” Strange sounded calm again, how did this man just flip the switch so easily? “You have to be there for him.”
“But I can feel my control slipping,” Tony clenched his jaw, “if I’m around him I don’t think I can just leave him by himself, I-I don’t think I can keep my hands to myself.”
Did he hear Strange chuckle? “Then don’t Tony. I’ve told you to trust your alpha, you’ve kept him on a leash too long.” He could basically see Strange’s smirk, “He’s part of you, he knows that’s our omega and he won’t screw this up. Trust him, trust our omega.” He heard Strange sigh, “If I could come back right now I would, we’re in the middle of somewhat of a crisis-”
“Do you need my help?” Tony furrowed his brows, “my stuff is at your disposal.”
“No, we should be able to take care of it...it’s just taking a longer time than anticipated.” Strange blew out a long breath, “I wish I was there, but I trust you to make the right call.”
“I don’t-”
“Tony. You worried so much about what would happen when we went public. Yes, there are a lot of different reactions from the public but in the end do you still love me?”
Tony managed a small smiled, “Of course.”
“The universe has spoken, Tony.” Strange said in an ominous voice, other voices started murmuring around the man, “I have to go babe, take care of our omega. As soon as I can get back I will.”
“Be careful alpha.” He heard Strange chuckle before the line disconnected.
Tony pocketed his phone glancing over at the infirmary door, trust my alpha. He felt his eyes change but didn’t bother to change them back right away. His omega was in there, theiromega. He blinked, straightening his back “How much longer Fri?”
“Fourteen minutes and 36 seconds boss.”
“Good. Add more pillows and blankets to my room, we’ll have to order light things for Peter to eat right now…”
“I’m already on it boss.” Friday assured him and he smiled at the ceiling, “That’s my girl.”
He walked back in dragging a chair behind him, eyeing Peter’s relaxed form he sat in the chair. The setting Cho had chosen would fuse his bones back together but skipped the more mediocre injuries. He would still be very sore and bedridden for a few days. He rubbed his hand over his face, I need to call May. She needs to know what happened. He eyed the boy's face whose brows furrowed every now and then. He’s restless. Were those bruises under his eyes there just from the fight? Strange was right, he needed to know, but telling him would mean he had to tell his aunt. He let out a huff shaking his head, “You’re one difficult boy, you know that?” He whispered.
~
It took quite a bit of effort to open his eyes. He felt like he slept hard and yet not at all the bed underneath him tempted him to just relax again, sleep more, “Finally up sleeping beauty?” Peter shuffled brows furrowing, this was a lot like his dreams but it sounded so real. “Come on, it’s been two hours. Any minute now we’ll have to contact your parental figure to let her know where you are.” His eyes shot open as the voice became more clear.
Tony was seated in a chair next to the bed he was currently laying on, he looked around the room which was massive one television was on the wall across from him and other then necessary dresserware, it was kind of simple. Then it hit him, the strong smell of Strange and Tony combined. This is their room. He tried to sit up only to have Tony place a hand on his shoulder gently pushing back down, “Uh-uh. You need to stay down for a bit, relax.”
Peter watched the man with wide eyes, he was close again. His omega preened, trying to think of a way to get him to stay close but to his surprise Tony took a seat on the bed next to him. “Drink.” He ordered, helping him half empty a water bottle. “Now Peter, I know you’re tired but we need to talk about everything that happened. You think you can do that for me?”
Peter looked down, “Y-yeah, I can do that. Can you help me sit up first?” Tonny pursed his lips picking up some extra pillows and fluffing them before going close to the boy wrapping his arms around him and gently lifting him arranging the pillows so Peter would be comfortable. Peter cleared his throat looking around for a bit, “Uh, I guess I’ll start at Liz’s house.”
“Who’s Liz?” Tony ordered brows furrowing.
“M-my friend and date to the dance that was supposed to be tonight.” Tony nodded so Peter continued, “When I got there her dad answered the door and for some reason he gave me the creeps.” Peter made a face, “My spidey senses were tingling just a litt-”
“Why didn’t you call me then?”
Peter gave Tony a look, “if I called you every time someone gave me the spider-uh tingles, I would call all the time.”
“I wouldn’t mind…” Tony muttered.
Peter shook his head unsure of what to do with that, “Anyway he started driving us to the dance and I-he recognized my voice…”
“Recognized your voice? Who was this guy to recognize your voice?” Tony demanded.
“Uh, see remember when I chased those bad guys-”
“Against my orders.”
“And someone picked me up and flew like a thousand feet in the air-”
“And dropped you, yeah into water you almost drowned in.” Peter flinched, “Sorry, continue. Wait! It was that guy? This ass hole that that tried to kill you-”
“Yeah,” Peter interrupted, feeling his heart beating fast, tried to kill me a lot of times. “He recognized my voice and when he got there he told Liz he wanted to talk to me on his own-” Tony inhaled sharply, “he-he threatened me and everyone I love…” his voice cracked and Tony put a hand over his battered one giving a small squeeze.
“How did you go from being threatened in a car to in a plane crash?”
“I-I left my phone in the car,” he said looking guilty, “I got Ne-a friend to track the phone and contact Happy but Mr. Stark if I didn’t go after him the FBI wouldn’t have got things together in time, Happy was my fastest route.”
Tony bit his lip but said nothing, in retrospect it did make sense for him to contact Happy, his forehead of security should’ve taken the threat at face value and he was definitely going to have a long hard talk about that. But he got why he wasn’t notified first, he was hours away… He still could’ve helped somehow, he looked at Peter nodding for him to continue.
Peter paused arm ghosting over his side and hesitated before speaking, “I-he tracked him to this abandoned warehouse-”
“And you gave Happy the coordinates right?”
Peter made a face, “Actually I thought, maybe I could reason with him…”
“Reason with him.” Tony clenched his jaw, “You should’ve stayed away from the guy Pete he was dangerous he-” he paused seeing tears forming in Peter’s eyes and scooted closer pulling him into a gentle hug, “I’m sorry...Pete it’s okay…I just-”
“You’re right.” His voice broke, “H-he was dangerous, he said a bunch of stuff before-before…”
“Before what Pete?” Tony’s heart was aching, he tangled his fingers into the boys curls lightly massaging in comfort.
Peter’s tears soaked his shirt, “Before he dropped the building on me!” he wailed, frustrated when his body ached from the movement.
Tony was frozen, he knew his eyes were red now. That bastard tried to take my soulmate from me? His pheromones were releasing into the air, one to calm Peter but also to warn off any threats. Toomes was in custody now, but it didn’t feel like enough. His hackles were raised, canines threatening to come out of his gums. He wanted to kill this man. He never stopped stroking Peter’s skin, any inch that he could reach. “H-how did you-” He closed his eyes feeling his heart beating faster, Peter was trapped under a building, without his suit, without his necklace, without any backup. He could very well not have been in his arms tonight. “Oh god.” his eyes filled with tears.
“M-Mr. I mean Tony,” Peter tried to pull back but Tony held tighter.
If he had his suit, there were protocols to keep him safe from this sort of thing. This was his fault...again. “Tony.” Peter’s voice came out firmer, “I-I’m okay now…” he felt Peter’s hand rub up and down his back in a comforting motion. He let out a humourless chuckle, he was the alpha. He was supposed to keep his mates safe, he couldn’t do that and now his mate was comforting him.
“This would’ve never happened if you had the suit.” Tony’s voice came out rough, like he was fighting back tears.
“I would’ve done the same stupid thing with or without it.” Tony shook his head but continued the story, “I-I got out of there, and saw that he was going for the jet. I attached my web to him as he took off and followed him to the plane-”
“The airborne plane?” Tony didn’t know how much more he could hear, he relaxed his grip allowing Peter to sit back again but kept one hand on his knee and the other on his hand.
Peter nodded slightly looking guilty, “We fought and then the plane started going down, I got it away from the city but didn’t know how it was gonna land.” Peter shrugged, “It crashed before I could think of a way and when I came to Toomes was ready to fight-” Tony looked at the exposed skin on the boy, fight he did. The man didn’t pull his punches one bit, even knowing Peter was still young. “A-after a bit I started getting dizzy but I saw that his suit was damaged, he went for some cargo but I knew it would explode. I tried to stop him but he wouldn’t listen, then it exploded.” Peter exhaled for a few seconds, “I pulled him out of the wreckage and tied him up, then Happy got me.”
Tony was glad for the recording of this conversation, even with his perfect memory only a few parts actually stuck in his head. Toomes was a dead man, he’d figure out how to do that once and for all. To protect his omega. “You, Peter.” his eyes watered again but he blinked them away, “Are you okay?”
Peter blinked at the alpha not answering for a minute, “I-I will be.” Peter covered the hand on his knee with his own, “I uh, don’t think I’ll sleep well for a while after this but I’ll live.”
Tony nodded watching Peter, “I-I’ll contact your aunt, tell her your here. Send a jet for her.” He pulled his hands away noticing Peter reach out before putting his hands back down. It’s now or never. “Peter, I want you to stay here while you heal.”
“I don’t want to be in the way-” Peter rushed out but Tony shook his head.
“You won’t be.”
“But won’t Strange be back soon, I don’t want to get betwe-”
“You won’t.” Tony interrupted firmly, eyes red, leaning in so Peter's face was near his shoulder he whispered “Peter, take a deep breath.”
“W-why?” Peter stared at the shoulder taking shallow breaths, the scent was intoxicating, just a barely there scent of Strange lingering as well making it more mouthwatering.
“Because,” Tony said gently tracing his nose up Peter’s shoulder to his neck, “you need to know the truth.”
“The truth?” Peter squeaked, putting his hands on the man’s shoulder looking into his red eyes. His heart stuttered, and he felt his own eyes flash blue.
“The truth.” Tony confirmed, “that you are ours.”