Hope
Steve and Tony were waiting in the lobby of the SHIELD headquarters, waiting for the doctors to tell them when they could see Peter, when they both cracked under the silence of the abandoned lobby.
"Tony goddamnit! I told you he wasn't ready!" Steve quietly scolded Tony in a whisper.
"You knew he could do it! You helped him train- an-and that's hardly fair, you-you-th-th-he-he-was-was-" Tony started to cry.
Steve grabbed ahold of his husband, holding him close, while Steve felt tears roll down his own cheeks. In truth, it was no one's fault what happened to Peter. All of the Avengers trained him in many different combat styles, and the suit that Tony gave Peter was equipped with the newest of Stark Tech; but even Earth's Mightiest Heroes sometimes misjudged a situation, even if it cost them a loved one's life.
"Mr. Stak, Captian, you are now allowed to see your son." The nurse interrupted with a solemn look on her face.
"Thank you, Dr. Cho," Tony said as he wiped his tears off with the sleeve of his jacket; while grabbing Steve's hand and giving it a tight squeeze before heading into the SHIELD care facility.
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Peter was laying on a hospital bed, with numerous tubes sticking out of his mouth along with an IV that was attached to a fluid bag.
Tony sucked in a breath as he looked at Steve, who returned the look with a sad smile. Steve pulled up two chairs for them, and they both sat down, Tony stroking Peter's hair and Steve grabbing his hand.
After approximately ten minutes, the doctor returned with a clipboard.
"Mr. Stark, Captian, your son has endured three cracked ribs, a traumatic brain injury, and a broken arm, along with many chest and torso abrasions" The doctor explained, "although this situation is serious, our new technology will be able to fix your son's physical trauma in less than 24 hours. Unfortunately, your son is currently in a coma and we are trying every-"
"I don't fucking care what you're trying to do! This is our son and we never got to see him be born, but we love him dearly and no matter what, through failing grades, or first break-ups, or crushes over mentally-ill mercenaries; we will be there for him! And I don't want you to try to save our son! I need you to save our son because he-he's my son" Tony looked down at Peter's face, he had a bloody lip, and a black eye, but Tony saw the young boy back in the orphanage, alone and scared.
Steve wrapped his arm around his husband pulling him close once again.
"Please just do anything in your power to help our son," Steve said to the doctor.
The doctor nodded and exited the room.
"He will get better honey, you'll see he's strong, he can get through this." Steve heard a sniffle from his husband, and then a knock on the door to the hospital room.
All of the Avengers, including Rhody and Pepper, came into the room.
"Hey guys," Natasha said in a calming motherly voice. "Hello, my little паук" Natasha whispered to Peter, brushing the hair away from his closed eyes.
"What are you all doing here?" Tony said, smiling softly at his team's kindness.
"We thought we should see how Peter-and you guys are doing." Pepper said kindly.
Steve looked up from Peter's sleeping form at his teammates, "His physical injuries are almost healed, but he is still in a coma"
The Avengers were silent processing the news until Thor spoke up,
"Young Peter is a mighty lad, I can guarantee that he shall fight his way to this world," Thor said raising his hammer, making the Avengers chuckle in dry humor.
"I hope so Thor, I hope so," Tony said leaning into Steve's side and taking Peter's hand once again.
Tony may have just been anxious or overly worn out, but when he was holding Peter's hand, he could've sworn that he felt a faint squeeze.