Please
“Ow oh- oof.” Peter stumbled through his bed room window, careful not to distress the red mark in his side he had gotten previously that night.
Patrol had been quiet. The young hero had helped a couple drunk girls get home, gave a tourist directions, and stopped a grocery store robbery. Nothing new. But as with all nice things, it didn’t last.
Peter was swinging home when he heard screams. Quickly asking Karen for the source of the noise, he swung to the scene. At first it seemed simple. A couple was backed up against a brick wall, tears in their eyes as a man pointed a gun at them, demanding their money.
The superhero surveyed the scene. One man, two girls, and a gun. Get the civilians out and neutralize the threat. Simple. Peter jumped into action, webbing flying. The muggy summer air cause sweat to bead on his forehead as he flipped around. Peter quickly removed the weapon from the mans hands and then proceeded to web him up. With no threat remaining, he was escorting the couple away when his spider sense flaired up. It screamed to run, to move, but Peter couldn’t put civilians in harms way. No death could be on his hands.
Peter stood his ground and quickly shoved the two girls away. His muscles tensed for whatever was about to come and he took a deep breath, ready to fight.
As Peter turned, his vision went white. His side screamed as it was ripped open. His head spun and pleaded to collapse. But Peter didn’t know where the girls where. They could of stayed close. Too close. Peter shook his head and tried to find his attacker. Dots still danced in his vision as he stumbled around, preparing for anything. His mind screamed to duck and Peter did, barely avoiding a punch aimed at his head.
The dots began to fade away and his mind cleared. Karen was talking in his ear, “ Peter, you have sustained a large injury, would you like me to contact Mr.Stark?”
The hero almost replied before he saw his enemy. It wasn’t the same guy as before but he was trying to free his supposed partner.
“Hey no fair! It’s two against one! Isn’t there a law against this?”
The two men’s heads shot up and the newer man began to saw at the restraints faster. Peter quickly subdued the the second man and his weapon. Forgetting about the deep cut in his side, he looked around for the couple. They were no where in sight, thank god.
“Karen protocol whatcha gon do is activated right?”
“Yes, Peter. The authorities have been notified.”
“Cool,” Peter turned back to the attackers, “ I’mma bounce! See ya in 20-life!”
Now Peter was back in his apartment, remembering the wound.
“Peter you have been stabbed and it cut very deep. It also cut through many circuits in the suit and some aspects are malfunctioning. These include the heater, body temperature thermometer, and Spotify.”
Peter almost told Karen to be quiet, scared he would wake May before he realized the voice was restricted to his suit.
“You’d don’t have proper supplies to deal with this. I suggest calling Mr.Stark.”
“It’s fine Karen I’ll just- shit.”
There was a loud thud as Peter fell to the ground, hitting his head. Hard. The adrenaline had worn off and he began to realize the the immense pain emitting from his side. Everything was blurry around him. He tired to stand but his body refused to move, leaving him laying helplessly on the floor. Maybe he should call Mr.Stark. Every noise in the building was pounding at his ears.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
The sounds muddled together until he couldn’t hear his own thoughts. He thought he heard May call him but it felt miles away. Nothing made sense. Peter couldn’t feel anything. His eyelids dropped as someone called his name. Darkness surrounded him. If he could just close his eyes. If he could just...
“-ete. Hey buddy. Pete it’s Tony. May is here too. Pete just open your eyes.”
Peter heard a voice next to him, but didn’t acknowledge it. His head was still cloudy but everything was quieter now. Where was he? The teen knew he should open his eyes but he couldn’t find the energy.
“Pete please,” the voice returned. That voice? He knew it. Somehow.
Peter took a shallow breath and the smells attacked his senses. It was a mix of disinfectant and... motor oil? What was this place?
“Peter. Peter if you’re awake please just do something. God Pete. It’s been awhile. Bruce says your okay but it’s touch and go. I don’t like that. I don’t like being unsure. You know that. Why did you have to be touch and go? Karen says could’ve dodged that knife. But you didn’t Pete. And those two girls are fine. God why are you so good? So moral and perfect? Why didn’t you just call? I’m here for you you know that,” there was a loud bang on something metal,”your aunt had to find you almost unconscious on the floor. I have that stupid A.I. in your suit so things like this don’t happen! You don’t think of consequences when you want something. Who knows why you hacked the suit this time. Dammit Pete!” The mans sighed and his voice quited back down from his outburst,” I swear to god i will put every security system known to man inside your suit so Ned can’t hack it. If you wake up- no when you wake up- god. You gotta wake up Pete. I can’t lose my kid.” A sob escaped from the voice. Tony. That’s Tony’s voice. He’s here. “Just wake up. Please.”
Peter pushed every thought away but the urge to move. He needed to show Mr.Stark he was okay.
Peter’s eyes slowly lifted open, light flooding in from every direction. He blinked a couple times, trying discover where he was. The walls were white and clean, machines beeping next to his ear. He was in a hospital. Maybe the MedBay at the compound. He still couldn’t figure out why he smelled motor oil. He couldn’t be wrong. That smell was so distinct and he had smelled it a hundred times in the lab. The lab. Tony. Tony goes in the lab. He smells like motor oil.
Peter grimaced at how long it took to make the connection. He shifted his head slightly, feeling blurry and lethargic. There he was. Tony Stark was sitting next to Peter’s bed, holding his hand. The mans hair was disheveled, his head hanging down.
“T’ny? Are you ‘wake?”
Tonys head shot up at the voice coming from the small boy in front of him. Peter could see his face was streaked with tears while his eyes held more.
“Pete? Hey how ya feeling?” Tony spoke softly, trying to be gentle and relaxed.
Peter shrugged,” I d’n know. Sluggish?”
“Yeah I bet. Bruce has you on a lot painkillers. Do you remember what happened?”
Peter blinked as the memories came back slowly, “ there were two guys. One had some’en sharp. It hurt.”
Tony almost laughed at the innocent way the boy described the situation. “Yeah Pete, you got stabbed. It ripped through the suit and into you.”
“S’ry ‘bout the suit,” Peter’s eyelids dropped, calling him back to sleep. The room was so warm and the bed so soft.
“Kid I don’t care about the suit. That is a piece of cloth. You, however, are flesh and bone and that doesn’t heal as easy. You’ve been out for a while though. 23 hours. May is in a guest room. She passed out so I had her transferred to a nice bed.”
“Yeah... she works a lot. She is really cool.”
Tony repressed a small laugh as the boy talked drowsily, “okay kid those painkillers are still working hard, how about you get some more rest?”
Peter gladly closed his eyes and mumbled,” that’s sounds nice. By the way I heard you earlier. ‘Bout me being your kid. I like that. I’ll be your kid.”
A small smile grew on Tony’s face for the first time that day. His kid.