Chapter 1
He screwed up. As the asphalt rose towards his face, all Peter could think were those three words; He screwed up.
Peter knew he needed to eat more than most people, and yet he still managed to not eat enough. Not that that was hard to do, since he generally needed to eat so much. The signs of this had started out very early. The dizziness he got when he stood up was enough to disorient an elephant, but he’d treated it with no regard.
The second sign was how much he slept. Peter was near-constantly late for school because he was so tired. He took a break from patrolling for a little while to get more sleep, and he was still late. It was as if his body was just… Shutting down. He paid it no attention and continued on with his life, but still things just had to go sour. Parker luck, of course.
He was sitting in the lab with Tony as they worked on one of the leg’s armor. It took a lot for him to notice it, and Tony was the one who saw it first. As he moved the soldering iron over to the wire in the MTRJ connector, he missed a few times. Of course, Peter had grown used to it in the past few days; Unlocking the apartment had grown to become quite a chore. But as he reached over for the connector, the slight tremor in his hands that he had grown used to increased. It might’ve been the fact that he was working with his number one idol of all time, Tony Stark, but he gave it no mind.
But Tony took note of it.
And Peter really wished he didn’t.
“Hey, Pete.” Tony spoke up. He needed to do a few tests, and he had the access to complete them in Peter’s suit. “Why don’t we take a break and head down to the gym? We could test your abilities.”
Peter immediately perked up. “What? No way! I mean- totally man.”
“Alright, go suit up. Hurry, kiddie.”
Tony walked down the hall to the gym, setting up the protocols in the suit to get prepared for the tests. Once he made it down there, he saw the kid in his suit practically buzzing with unused energy. “Kid, why don’t you swing around a bit? The gym has a bit of space you can use.”
And this is where it all went to shit.
He started swinging through the air, the unique smell of the gym equipment below him being the last thing he remembered.
As he hit the ground, he groaned. Did I have enough web fluid? Soon after the daze subsided, he looked at his hands. A strange buzzing sensation had filled them, and he saw someone else’s fingers wrapped around his own. He could sense the rough calluses on the fingers, the ones of a mechanic’s.
“-eter. Peter!” Tony yelled.
“Wha’?” Peeter slurred, eyes wandering around. “Wha’ happened?”
“You’re an idiot, that’s what happened. How much have you been eating?”
“Uh… Food?” Peter hesitantly responded.
“That’s not what I asked, Peter.”
Why am I so shaky? Peter thought, staring at his hands that seemed to be warping into fuzzy blocks. Peter looked up into Tony’s eyes, black spots filling them.
“Wha’s wrong wi’ me?” Peter asked, scared.
“Nothing, kiddie. You’re gonna be fine. Are you hungry?”
“No… I’m not- I’m- I don’t know.” Peter mumbled. Tony stared at his the kid that was laying before him before yelling at JARVIS to get Bruce. That was the last thing Peter saw before the dark spots overtook him, and he faded into the world of pitch black monsters.