In which Tony's blood type is B-Positive
"Hey kid," Mr. Stark's voice came over the coms. There was something off about his tone. Something... hollow.
"What is it Mr. Stark? You don't sound to good," Peter replied quickly. He hadn't seen what had become of his mentor, they had gotten separated while fighting evil robots.
"Completely fine, just in a bit of- uh-" He coughed " bit of a predicament, nothing you can't handle," came Tony reply. He sounded groggy.
"Mr. Stark? Where are you?" Peter asked keeping himself calm. He shouldn't freak out right? Mr. stark said he was fine, what did he have to worry about? It'd all be fine.
Everything was not fine. Tony was not fine. This situation had gone south faster then the geese. The world was getting blurry and out of focus, and it was throwing him off. He couldn't remember what to do. He called Peter.
Peter found Mr. Stark slumped against a wall, head flopped forward.
"Mr. Stark?" Peter said quietly kneeling next to the man.
"Hey kid," His mentor's head immediately snapped up. His helmet retracted revealing his wet matted hair, and bloody face.
"Are you okay?!" Peter exclaimed. The man did not look okay.
"Yeah, I'm great," Tony said calmly, and swallowed. His eyes told a different story than his mouth.
"Are you-" Peter's words caught in his mouth when he saw the blood dripping from under his mentor's hand the was placed firmly on his armored abdomen, "You're bleeding!"
"Yeah, a minor inconvenience," Mr. Stark raised a hand dismissively.
"No. No! That is a lot of blood Mr. Stark," Peter replied and tried to swallow his panic.
"It's not that-"
"Quiet!" Peter almost shouted. The man looked at him shocked, but fell silent, "Move your hand."
Mr. Stark made no effort to move, so Peter moved his hand for him. The man made a small sound of protest, but didn't resist. The trickle of blood was coming from between two of the abdomen guard plates. Every time Mr. Stark took a breath the blood leaked out a little thicker.
"See kid. It's not that bad... plus an ambulance is- is on its way here," Tony voice was slurred and absent. Peter took a deep breath. He just had to get Mr. Stark to make that long.
"Mr. Stark... That really isn't good. Can you get the suit off?" Peter asked softly. Mr. Stark nodded a little, and then the suit opened. It was bad.
Tony knew it was bad. He had to keep pretending it was fine for the kid. The kid needed to know it would all be okay. Tony hoped it would be okay. The look on the kid's face made Tony sick; it had terror written all over it. Tears were welling in his eyes.
"Slow down there buddy, you look like I am already dead. You don't get to mourn me yet. I got a few years left in me," Tony joked barely above a mumble.
"Mr. Stark! you're bleeding so, much!" Peter wept. Tony looked down. The kid wasn't wrong. the sight of the blood made Tony a little nauseous.
"I'll be fine kiddo... GA! what the fuck?!" Tony cried out in pain as something was pushed against the wound.
"I have to slow down the... the um... The blood..." Pater was on the verge of losing it. Tony could tell. "The blood needs to stop! Mr. Stark! Make it stop!"
The kid had collapsed into full on panic mode.
"Your blood type! what is it? The doctors will need it. You're losing so much blood... Mr. Stark are you going to? You ca-"
"B-Positive," was all Tony could choke before blood finally made its way into his mouth.
"I'm TRYING!!!" Peter shouted, "But there is so much... so much blood..."
"Kid, I'm-"
"Stop saying that! You're losing so much blood! I can't be-"
"Shut up kid! B positive is my blood type," Tony bubbled and could feel the blood clawing up his throat.
Peter kicked himself for not releasing that that was a blood type.
Blood trickled out of Tony's mouth and Peter froze. Peter wrapped his arm around his mentor's shoulders, they were shaking.
"It's okay kid..." Mr. Stark mumbled, "I'll be fine..."
The man closed his eyes, and leaned his head on Peter's shoulder.
"Mr. Stark?" Peter whispered. He mumbled something unintelligible, and Peter used his free hand to apply pressure to the leaking wound. Peter held Mr. Stark in his arms for what seemed like an eternity before the wail of a siren hit Peter's ears, and an ambulance pulled up. Two emts jumped out and ran over with a stretcher. Peter lay his limp mentor down on it.
"Do you know his blood type?" One of the emts asked Peter as they lifted the stretcher into the back of the ambulance.
"He said it was B Positive," Peter replied sniffling, and he realized he was crying. Peter hopped into the ambulance behind the two workers. He was not leaving Tony's side.
Tony opened his eyes and looked around. He was in a bed, in a small white room. A hospital? How had he gotten here? His hand brushed something warm. Tony looked down down to see Peter asleep with his head rested on the bed next to Tony's hand. Tony chuckled, and rested his hand on his kid's head. He ran his hand through the boy's hair. Tony was glad he was in the bed. He never wanted Peter on this side of things. He wanted the kid safe and happy, and if that meant he had to collect new scars then so be it.
"Mr. Stark?" Peter lifted his head a little, "You're okay?"
"Always," Tony assured him.