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Peter gasped for breath once he realized that they defeated those weird rock monsters. He was on another mission with the Avengers, and he'd like to think he did pretty good. However, there were a lot of injuries.
Peter himself got impaled pretty badly by a particular sharp rock, right above his hip bone. It was extremely deep, and it was making the boy start to feel a little woozy. But he didn't bring it to anyone's attention. Not when Natasha was badly hurt.
She had been hit in the head with a rock, being knocked out instantly, her head bleeding profusely and making her concussed. Everyone panicked and instantly got her to the Quinjet. Once she was secured, everyone else started filing into the jet. Peter was so worried about Nat, that he didn't want to drag the medical attention away from her so they could attend to him instead. So he didn't tell anyone. Besides, Nat's injury was worse than his.
Once everyone was inside the jet, they started doing injury checks. Tony walked up to Peter, no longer in his suit. "Are you okay, kid? You got any life threatening injuries that I should know about?" He asked. Peter had his hand covering his particular injury, so Tony couldn't see.
"No, I'm fine. I'm fine, I swear. Go and help Nat." Tony let out a sigh of relief and patted the boy on the shoulder before walking back over to Natasha. Peter almost felt bad for lying, but reminded himself that Nat needed help. He slowly sat down on a chair, wincing as the movement irritated his wound.
He watched as most of the Avengers helped heal Natasha and smiled to himself. He felt himself starting to sweat, which couldn't have been good. He had to make himself last until they got back to the compound, or until Nat was okay again.
He tried blinking the black dots from his vision away, and let out a deep breath. It's fine. He'll be fine...hopefully.
He managed to last the twenty minutes it took to get back to the compound, which was pretty good. They were still huddling around Nat, so the boy still didn't say anything as they all exited the jet. Walking made it way worse, though, and it started getting really hard to hide his injury. It only took one look from Tony to notice that something was wrong. His hands were covering his side, he was pale, he was sweating and he was shaking.
"Woah, kid. Are you okay?" The man asked when they were all on the med bay floor. Clint, Steve and Bruce all went into Nat's med room to keep her company, whereas all the others went into their on med rooms to do a checkup.
Peter nodded weakly. "Mhm...yeah...I-I'm all good. Is, uh...is Nat okay?" He asked in between breaths. Tony didn't fully believe him, but he supposed that Peter could be acting like that because he's worried about Natasha.
"Yeah, yeah, she's going to be fine." He said quickly, in hopes that it will calm Peter's nerves.
"Thank God." Peter whimpered as he finally let himself go. He would've fallen straight to the ground if Tony hadn't had an adrenaline rush and caught him before he did. He cursed and twisted the boy around, revealing a huge, deep gash in his side.
"Fuck...you're such a little shit, Parker." Tony murmured, hoping that his panic and worry was disguised by annoyance as he lifted Peter up and carried him to a med room.
Peter woke up with a wince. The lights were way too bright.
Wait. His side didn't hurt.
He looked around him and noticed that he was lying in one of the med rooms...with a very concerned Tony Stark sitting on a chair beside him.
He gulped. "H-Hey, Mr. Stark." He said nervously. Tony pursed his lips and leant forward in his chair.
"Are you going to explain why you didn't care to inform me that you had an extremely serious injury when I asked you about it on the jet?" He questioned the boy.
"Wow, not even a 'hello' or a 'I'm so relieved that you're okay'?" Peter scoffed, clearly trying to avoid the question.
"Fine. Hello, Peter. I'm so glad you're awake, I was worried sick. Now explain." Tony said bluntly. Peter whined and sat himself up.
"I just...my injury wasn't as dangerous as Nat's..." Peter said timidly, staring at his blanket.
"Mhm...okay. No Spider-Manning for a week." He said with a point. Peter's eyes widened and he whipped his head around to look at the man in shock and annoyance.
"What? That's so unfair!" He exclaimed, voice cracking a little from how high it was.
"Please, Peter, enlighten me on how and why that's unfair." Tony asked, leaning back on his chair. Peter spluttered for a few seconds before he finally managed to form an actual sentence.
"Because...I-I just wanted to make sure Nat was okay first! Her injury was worse than mine!" He explained, and Tony nodded.
"Mhm. You're very sweet, Peter, but you're also very stupid." The man concluded. The teen rolled his eyes.
Tony sighed after they both sat in silence for a few seconds. "Kid, you really did scare the shit out of me. I need you to know that, when I ask you if you're injured, I expect you to be honest. I need you to be honest. We had people on the jet that could've helped both you and Nat. This is really important, so please tell me that you understand." Tony's voice was drenched in worry and desperation.
Peter swallowed to clear his dry throat. "Yeah...I understand. I'm sorry." He looked back down at the blanket.
"Thank you." Tony said as he let out a relieved breath. He scooted closer to the boy and gave him a side hug.
"I really am glad you're okay."
Peter smiled now that Tony wasn't as stern as before. "Hey, are you serious about the whole 'no Spider-Man for a week' thing?"
"Oh, most definitely."
Peter groaned.