Concussions and consequences
Thwack!
Tony heard the sickening sound of Peter's head colliding with the wall. Tony watched as Peter's limp body fell to the ground. Tony waited for Peter to get back up again, to insist "I'm fine, Mr Stark, stop worrying."
He didn't.
Some petty villain had somehow managed to get a hold of some powerful weapons, and gone on a rampage. This should have been an easy fight. How had it gone so wrong?
Of course Peter would get involved.
Of course Peter would disobey Tony.
Of course this would lead to him being knocked out and laying unconciousness on the street.
Why is it never easy? Tony thought to himself, ready to punch this guy into oblivion.
He'd made two mistakes. He'd scratched his multi-billion dollar, technologically advanced super suit.
And he'd messed with his kid.
Tony flew straight at him, repulsers firing and a fierce blue fire trailing behind him.
He fired in every direction, anger clouding his vision.
He came to a stop when he noticed the man's arm was smoking. Oooo, must'a got him directly on his arm, there. Ha! Serves him right.
Tony went in for one final punch, with his metal fist, knocking him out cold.
"Yeah, how do you like it?" Tony added, mocking the man like a child.
"Mmmmuuughhh..." Peter mumbled, stirring slightly.
"Peter..." Tony sighed,leaving his suit and rushing to Peter's side.
"Peter, come on buddy, say something." Tony said, shaking Peter's slightly.
Peter began to regain consciousness, picking his head up slightly.
"That's it, Pete. Come on, you got this." Tony added, dragging him to an alleyway, so he could slip his mask off without worrying about his secret identity.
Peter's eyes were closed and his head hung limply. His face occasionally scrunched up in pain.
"Pete? You alright?"
"Huh? Y-yeah 'm 'right." Peter mumbled, sluggishly.
"Good, can you open your eyes for me?" Tony asked, lifting Peter's head up.
Peter opened his eyes and his pupils were completely blown. Ok, no doubt about it, he's got a serious concussion.
"Ok, Pete. Um, I'm gonna have you just sit right there. I need to call Bruce so he can get the medbay ready."
"Ok, Mr Tony." Peter slurred, leaning back against the wall.
"Hey, yeah, Bruce? It's a Code Web-Head. Yes, I know it's his third concussion in the past two months. Yes, I know he shouldn't be getting more than one. Ok, ok. Thanks. Bye."
Tony switched off his phone and turned back to Peter's who's eyes were closing and head slowly drooping.
"Hey!" Tony exclaimed, snapping his fingers in Peter's face. "Hey, no sleeping."
Peter jerked his head up but it immediately dropped it down again.
"But 'm tired..." Peter mumbled.
"Yeah, I know your tired, but you might not wake up again." Tony added, knowing this was a battle he couldn't win. Peter could be so insistent sometimes.
How do I keep him occupied, so he doesn't fall asleep?
He'd just have to do the concussion protocol. At least that way he could keep Peter occupied long enough to keep him awake and find out how severe his concussion was.
"Ok, Pete. Since your barely coherent, I'm gonna assume that this is a pretty bad concussion, but could you answer some questions for me?"
"m'kay."
"Ok, what's my name?"
"Umm...Tony man...I-I mean Iron Stark...I-I mean-"
"Ok, I'm gonna take that as a yes, but your still confused, which is understandable."
"What's your name?"
"Peter." Oh, thankgod, at least he knows his own name.
"What's the date?"
"Ummm...." Peter hummed, his gazed drifting around the alleyway. "Wha' was the questin 'gain?"
"That's fine, Pete. I'll take that as a you don't know." Tony added, patting Peter on the shoulder.
Suddenly, his phone pinged.
"Oh, text from Bruce, looks like the medbay is ready."
"Oh, cloo-cool." Peter said, his words still slurred and jumbled.
"Ok, come on, Pete, let's get you patched up." Tony stated, hoisting Peter up and guiding him to the super suit.
Peter stumbled towards the suit, allowing Tony to hold him by the arms as they flew towards the medbay.
There was no point in telling Peter off anyway. He wouldn't remember this tomorrow.
Pete best be prepared for the consequences tomorrow.