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It happened in a matter of seconds. Two bullets. One in his stomach and one in his arm. How did this happen? Well let's track back. It was a friday night, our precious Spider-kid was currently on patrol. He didn't eat before which was going to be a problem and not like he slept anything last night (stupid biology test). So he was hungry, tired and angry. But why was he angry? Mostly because of the previous two things and partly because Flash was extra bitchy today. Of course he didn't tell anyone how he felt about Flash's comments, but Ned probably figured it out (wasn't that hard to notice) at atleast he didn't ask Peter about it (Peter was very grateful for it). So basically this was already a shitty day. Will it end as a bad day though? Let's go forward in time, where our story begans. Peter aka Spider-Man was out on patrol looking for trouble (if you ask him he would probably say he is totally not looking for trouble). From a not too far distance he heard a scream. A few seconds later he dropped down in an alleyway. Three men was mugging a very unlucky woman. "Three against one? Seems pretty unfair to me" his witty comment earned a glare from the three men and a pretty punch which he safely avoided. The woman quickly ran out of the alleyway, leaving Peter fighting with two guys. Peter dropped some witty comme- wait. Two guys? Wasn't there a thi- two gunshots went off. Peter's spidey senses weren't quick enough. He felt a sharp pain in his stomach. Crap. He webbed up the wounds and after a few more minutes the guys were webbed up too. "Karen alert the police please" Peter said as he tried to swing away. "Certainly, Peter" Karen said. Swinging hurt a lot. After a few blocks he dropped down on a rooftop groaning. "You seem to have two gun wounds. Should i call Mr. Stark?" Karen asked. Peter panicked. "No, no, no! I.. i am totally fine Karen. 100%. No need to bother Mr. Stark" "Peter-" "I am fine. I am going to swing to the tower and ask for help. Just don't call Mr. Stark." Karen stayed quiet which Peter took as an agreement. Peter got up and prepared to swing.
Peter woke up. Machines beeping around him. He groaned. What time was it. He tried to open his eyes which didnt quiet go as planned because he instantly closed it because of the too bright lights. "Dim the lights Friday dear" That sounded oddly familier. Ben? No. No way. "Yes Boss" Oh. There's only one person Friday calls Boss. "Mr. Stark?" Peter asked with a hoarse voice as he tried to open his eyes (which was a lot easier this time).
"Yes, kid?"
"Where am I?"
"The medbay. You seem to not really take my warnings seriously and you got shot... again"
"'M sorry" Peter mumbled. Tony sighed
"It's fine, kid. Just- You should've called me"
"I didn't want to bother you" Peter said quietly
"Pete, we talked about this. You are not bothering me, okay?"
"...okay" Peter didn't fully belive it but he was too tired to argue
"And I am totally fine by the way, Mr. Stark." Tony sighed
"Just... don't do it again.... So. Are we going to talk about what happened?" Tony asked. Peter groaned and tilted his head back on the soft pillow. Tony chuckled
"Okay okay. How about some Star Wars films and popcorn and we will discuss this tomorrow?" Tony asked. Peter looked up at him. Excited that his dad- mentor agreed to watch Star Wars with him (for the 100th time) though he wasn't too happy that he will have to tell him later what was going on. But he decided to focus on the good part for now
"That would be nice"
So that's how Peter Parker and the great Tony Stark ended up falling asleep on the couch with two popcorn buckets and a Star Wars film going on. Later that night when Pepper arrived she threw a blanket over them, snapped a picture and sent it to May to assure her that her nephew was safe.