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The day started off just like any other day, or well until Hydra decided it wanted to unleash its terror onto the people of New York.
Evil robots were their choice of world domination today and honestly Tony wanted to laugh in the face of whoever was running this operation. The billionaire couldn’t help but judge the poor craftsmanship these robots had. Their blasters did damage but they were nothing compared to his own blasters let alone War Machine’s. They seemed more like ragdolls then actual robots.
By the time Steve managed to detain whoever was behind Ultron’s knock off army Rhodey was destroying the last of the ragdoll robots.
“Too easy,” Tony laughed watching his friend half-heartedly fire his repulser.
“Rather have an easy day over a hard one,” Rhodey shrugged kicking the head of one of the robots.
“Oh look we finished just in time for lunch. Anyone up for Shawarma?”
Listening to the chatter over the comms Tony notice one voice that was missing from the conversation. “Hey Pete, you ok? You’ve been awful quiet.” Silence filled his ear as his cocky demeanor switch into one of worry. “Pete? Not cool buddy I need you to respond.”
After a few more moments on silence, an airy laugh echoed in Tony’s helmet.
“Uh, Mr. Stark… I’m going to have to rain check on lunch.”
Relieved that his kid was lying dead somewhere, Tony let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Why is that Peter?”
“Well I… ah shit… might have a slight problem,” Peter’s voice wobbled as he muttered curses under his breath. “Oh f me that hurts.”
Just as he muttered his last sentence the comms were filled with questions about his whereabouts and how injured he was.
“I’m uh… on 39th street,” He responded in a whisper.
Giving all he had into his thrusters, panic bubbled beneath Tony’s chest as he tried to remain calm for Peter’s sake. By the time he spotted Peter, his back was pressed against some rumble head hanging low. Landing the ground effortlessly, Tony ran over to the teen’s body already fearing the worst.
“Kid?” He whispered taking in the sight in front of him. It didn’t take long for Tony to notice the large knife sticking out of Peter’s side as the teen breathed shallow breaths.
Peter’s head slowly raised as blood dribbled out of his mouth. “Hey...Mr.Stark. Looks like… I’ve been stabbed.” The teen coughed loudly slightly choking on the blood sitting in his mouth.
“You’re going to be ok kid, I promise.”
“I don’t feel so good."
Tony’s breath hitched in his throat as memories of Titan resurface. Peter couldn’t die again, he barely functioned the first time it happened and there was no way in hell that it was going to happen again.
“You're ok kid, I got you.”
Getting Peter back to the tower without causing him any more pain and moving the large knife in his side was more of a hassle than Tony realized. The kid was dead weight in his arms crying in pain with every moment begging Tony to stop. But he couldn’t, not when he was bleeding out.
By the time Tony got him to the Medbay where Bruce was waiting with Dr. Cho, Peter was mostly unconscious mumbling incoherent sentences. What happened next was a blur but all Tony could remember was Peter’s cryings and his blood staining the table he laid before Bruce sent him out of the room. Now, he was waiting outside for what seemed like hours praying that his kid wasn’t dead and was going to pull through. The rest of the team soon joined Tony waiting silently all hoping the same outcome and not the one that involved a funeral.
When Bruce finally came out after God knows how long, Tony stood up hands shaking slightly.
“He’s going to be ok,” Bruce said as everyone sighed in relief.
“Can I see him?”
“He’s already asking for you but he’s pretty drugged up still.”
Tony just nodded practically sprinting to his room opening the door to find a breathing Peter who had a loopy grin on his face.
“T’ny,” He said making grabby hands at the man.
Tony found himself running his hand through the boy’s messy curls a small smile sitting on his face. “Hey Pete, how you feeling?”
“Weightless,” He mumbled.
“Well that the drugs working.”
Peter blinked a few times to stop his eyes from drooping. “T’ny?”
“Yeah?”
“So when are we getting Shamwa?”
Tony laughed. “When you're feeling better.” Peter nodded a yawn escaping from his lips as he nuzzled into Tony’s hand running through his hair. “Get some sleep kiddo, I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“M’kay.”
Shaking his head with a smile, Tony sighed as the feeling of panic slipped away. Peter was ok and that was all that matter.