Concern
When Tony finally made it to the roof where Peters signal was last archived. He’d never admit how fast his heart had been pounding on his way there.
He was so glad to see Peter in one piece.
He noticed on his way to the roof top that the rest of the police made it to the webbed up criminal Peter was able to take down.
Which Tony wasn’t surprised to see. There was a moment of pride as he made it to the roof top and walked towards his protege.
But as he inched closer to Peter. That pride quickly turned to worry.
He started to notice small things that had him a bit on edge.
The pools of vomit on the ground.
Peters mask laying on the floor next to him.
Peter laying against the brick siding in what looked like a really uncomfortable angle.
The pools of sweat on his forehead dripping down his face.
He looked like an overcooked sausage.
Tony, though still very worried, couldn’t help but chuckle.
Peter stirred at that and slowly opened his eyes through the sweat and tears.
“Remember when I told you not to get hit with the super soaker?” He almost whispered as he kneeled on one knee in front of Peter. Placing a hand on his forehead not liking how hot it felt.”
“Mm, srry, Mr-Stark. A lot faster then I thought.”
“That’s ok kid. I’m guessing you took your mask off to do…” Tony pointed to the sludge next to Peters body.
“Y-yeah. Couldn’t hold it in.”
“Totally understandable.” Tony looked around the building for any signs of other people. “Friday, was there anyone around that could have seen Peter without his mask?”
Peter get super anxious with that question and started to sit up, but Tony placed a hand on his knees.
Which Peter took as a comforting gesture and relaxed himself.
Tony gave him a confident smile, even if he too was worried about the answer, but didn’t want to show that worry to Peter.
A few seconds pass and the AI displayed sped up videos of security cameras around the area. “Heat signatures dictate there’s nobody currently around and no one was seen through the footage.”
“Thank god.” They both said and sighed in relief. Which Tony couldn’t help but chuckle at.
“What’s his temperature at Fri?”
“He’s currently sitting at a 37.9 Celsius.”
Tony sucked in air through his teeth in reaction. “That’s pretty high. Peter how are you feeling?”
Peter slowly shifted to a more comfortable position and took a moment to think about that.
“Not gunna lie to you. I feel like shit.”
Tony stifled another chuckle. This kid was going to be the death of him. “Anything hurting?”
Peter slowly patted himself down his legs, up his arms, and around his torso. When he touched his abdomen he let out a small whimper.
“Ok, no more of that.”
He wanted to check the area, but Peter was still in his suit which made getting a closer look a difficult proposition.
“Fri, what can you see?”
“Though there is no imminent signs of physical damage, there does seem to be signs of small swarms of microscopic mechanical-like bugs.”
If you could see Tony’s face, it would be filled with horror and a mix of disbelief and confusion.
“Ok, I’m pretty sure that’s not normal.”
He got back off the ground on both feet. Questions about what happened with the fight would have to wait.
“Fri, get the towers med bag ready for our arrival and call Rodey or Bruce.” One of them would be able to make sense of this he thought.
“Ok sport. How you feel about me picking you up?”
Peter shifted his body as a test to the inevitable movements. “Think I’ll be ok…” though the words were spoken through a furrow in his brows, telling Tony that the kid was hurting.
Which made him feel really guilty. But he couldn’t leave him laying there.
“Ok I’ll pick you up real quick. Then you’ll just be cradled in my arms, not to much movement. Alright?”
“Aye, aye captain.” Peter spoke through slurred speech and eyes rested close.
Which Tony took as permission to hoist Peter into his arms.
Immediately after the bridal style pick up, Peter gasped at a pain he couldn’t quite pinpoint and wrapped his hands around his torso in reaction.
“Peter you ok?”
When Tony looked down at his lil side-kick, he caught Peters arms falling loosely down his sides as realization hit him that Peter had passed out.
“Shit.” Was all that left Tony’s mouth as he sped across the sky to the tower at full speed.”