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Peter’s heart was still racing with adrenaline as he swung away, leaving a webbed up Vulture for the police to find. The teen had beaten him and gotten away with only a few cuts and bruises of his own. Now though all he wanted to do was go home, shower and curl up on couch cuddled into his Dad’s side.
Peter was snapped out of his musings when his web shooter clicked instead of firing a web.
“No, no, no,” the teen muttered as he went down, trying again only to be met with more clicks.
Panic started to set in as Peter let go of the web he was using to swing and firing his other shooter.
He was met with more clicks.
The teen spread his arms and used his wings to glide to the nearest roof that had a garden on it, feeling relief as he made his way towards it and moved his body to land feet first.
At the last second Peter saw the barbed wire, crying out in pain as it snagged his ankle and made him fall on his front with a thump.
The air rushed out of his lungs leaving the teen breathless as he painfully rolled onto his back. Ripping his mask off Peter lay there for a few moments breathing deeply, pain in his ankle and leg flaring up and making him wince.
Once Peter had his breath back he sat up and saw the wired wrapped around his leg from his ankle to his calf. The teen tried to move his leg only the for the wire to pierce and scratch his skin and start to bleed. In a panic Peter reached for his mask, crying out slightly as the wire dug deeper and scrapped along his skin again.
“Karen?” Peter said after yanking on the mask, watching the hud light up, “call Dad.”
Wordlessly his AI brought up the video call screen for him, his Dad picking up on the second ring.
“Hey Roo,” the man smiled.
“Dad,” Peter whimpered.
“What’s wrong?” Tony asked, face instantly morphing to worry.
“I can’t, I can’t move,” Peter said as his chest felt tight with an oncoming panic attack, “my leg I can’t, Dad it’s trapped.”
“Take a breath for me Roo,” the man said, already making his way to his suit, “I got you on lock and I’m headed your way, but you gotta breathe Pete.”
The teen didn’t hear him over his own heart pounding in his ears, ripping off the mask so he could try and get a breath in.
Peter closed his eyes and focused on controlling his breathing, feeling his heart start to settle back to it’s normal pace. It soared when he heard the thrusters of his Dad’s suit. Looking up the teen saw the IronMan suit touch down beside him on the roof, his Dad exiting and kneeling beside him.
“Hey kiddo,” the man greeted, cupping his cheeks.
“Dad,” Peter whimpered.
“It’s okay R0o, Daddy’s here and we’re gonna get you out of this,” the man reassured, looking down at his sons leg, “Okay, I’m gonna cut the wire and carry you to the med bay so Bruce and Cho can get the wire out properly and safely okay?”
Peter nodded and watched as his Dad made his suit cut through the wire before he was lifted bridal style into the man’s arms, mask in the teens hand. The suit melted around Tony and Peter held on before he took off to the tower.
After an hour Peter was in his pj’s, wrapped in a blanket and snuggled into his Dad’s side fast asleep, his leg wrapped up and healing.