Ah, guys, I can't beliebe I'm writing another Spider-Man story. I'm really hoping I don't go overboard with posting stories and have it abandon them, 'cause I had to do that last year... And the yeah before that, and the year before that, so here's hoping I don't do that now.

But, back to the story. This was inspired by a few quotes I came up with for Happy and Peter involving Halloween ('Happy Halloween!' Get it? *frowns* No? Okay...) but then I started thinking about this similar idea I had that involved Peter/Tony and Peter getting a concussion, so add that with that and those... turned into this XD.

Don't ask me how I thought of this, I just did. XD.

Anyway, title and editing creds go to my friends, Jazmyn and Brentinator/Susz, in that order. I don't know how I'd be able to post without a little help every now and then, so a huge thank-you goes to them!

Oh, and one more thing. This story included an OC AI (Original Character Artifical Intelligence).

I know, I know, it sounds confusing. But, it's really not. All you guys need to know is that the AI's name in Spike and he's based off of the little spider-drone seen in Spider-Man: Homecoming. If anybody wishes to use him or mention him, go right ahead, but please ask me first. I've dealt with people who plagiarize stuff before and I'm really hoping that doesn't happen to my work, even if is something as small as just a spider-drone.

But, for now... I think that's it for this little note. Enjoy, please, and feel free to read! :)

"Come on, Mr. Stark, this is ridiculous!"

"No, it isn't, kid."

"—I'm Spider-Man, I don't need to be kept safe!"

"Tell that to the stab wound in your side."

"B-But I'm fine!" Peter protested as he begin to stand up from the medical bed, only for his mentor to push him down again. "I'm a superhero," He continued speaking. "I have super healing."

"The technical term is 'an advanced healing factor.'" Tony said as he smirked. "And you know what a synonym of advanced is, kid? Increased. Meaning that after your stupid spider bite, it increased and became more advanced than a normal human being's healing."

Peter cocked his head. "What, I'm not normal?"

Tony narrowed his eyes and Peter instantly laughed. "Have you ever been?"

"Okay, fair point," the apprentice agreed. "But I have a healing factor! I don't need some drone looking after me after I go back home!"

"You'll barely even notice they're there," the billionaire stated. "Besides," He then added. "It's better than leaving Karen or F.R.I.D.A.Y with you, only for you to just hack into the suit."

Peter sighed. "That was one time!" He cried.

"Twice."

"Twice times!"

"Okay," Peter had then taken a deep breath and continued. "But I am a responsible adult—"

"Try irresponsible adolescent and we'll see how that goes."

"—And I don't need some drone looking after me! I can handle it myself. May's gonna be back in a few days, too—"

"And how many more days?"

Peter bowed his head down in defeat. "Fourteen..."

"Exactly, kid. That's two weeks. You can't handle it, being by yourself."

"I can handle five robbers and a three grand theft autos in one night though!"

"Exactly what you shouldn't be doing. Didn't I tell you to stay on the ground? Be a friendly-neighbourhood Spider-Man?"

"But I don't just wanna be a friendly-neighbourhood Spider-Man. I'm ready for more than that now!"

Tony rolled his eyes as he gestured the kid into the front seat of the car they'd be riding and driving. "Geez," He said sarcastically. "I wonder where I've heard that before..."

"Before I took down the Vulture," Peter supplied, a smile laced on his face.

"And before the Staten Island ferry stunt. Remember that, 'Thor, son of Odin'?" Tony joked and Peter immediately groaned.

"Ugh, you saw that?!" He ran a hand through his hair. His stab wound still stung in his side and, with his head spinning and the streets speeding by, it made him feel sick. When he heard of the 'Baby Monitor' protocol, well, she didn't think Tony would hear—or would even care about—everything he said and did. "Oh, no..."

"Oh, yes." The billionaire smirked. Stopping now outside the apartment building, he had then reached over and unlocked the teen's door. "Anyway, this is your stop. You sure you're fine walking up?"

"...I got stabbed with a switchblade, not whacked by an axe."

"Doesn't matter, you were out of it for almost five hours. At the very least, you're gonna have a mild, maybe moderate, concussion and maybe even brain damage if you fall asleep too early. You sure you don't want me to walk you up?"

"It's seven floors, not seven stories, Mr. Stark. I'll be fine."

"Close enough, but..." The billionaire seemed to stop and pause. "Fine. Call me if you need me, 'kay?"

The superhero stopped in his tracks, as he swung his suit-stuffed backpack over his shoulder. "What? What about Happy?" He asked, confused. "Won't he be lonely?"

"Happy's got stuff to do, he needs a break too." Taking something out of his pocket, he had then tossed it to the teen, who caught it perfectly. Unwrapping it, he noticed it was a phone number. But who's?

"That's my number, kid. Call me if you need anything, 'kay?"

Wait... he had Tony Stark's phone number? Well...

"Kid?" Suddenly fingers snapped in front of his eyes and the spider-related hero instantly brought himself back to realize, his unsure eyes scanning his surroundings. Quietly, he closed his eyes again, but it was only for a minute before a hand started shaking his shoulder. "Kid, you alright? Peter?"

"Hmm? Yeah, I'm fine—I-I'm fine," The apprentice said, nodding his head. Unfortunately, that just made everything spin more as he began to get out of the car. "I'll be alright, Mr. Stark!" He called out as he began to open the door to the apartment building and as he did so, he slowly but surely watched the black Audi speed away. "Have a good night!"

Then, the doors opened, and he was gone.

"Come on, Mr. Stark, this is ridiculous!" Peter sighed as he replayed the scene in mind and wandered into his bedroom, sinking down in the sheets as soon as he could feel them beneath his skin. He did not need anyone worrying about him and did not want to have anybody worrying about him anyway. If they did, well, they'd just get hurt...

Plus, it was almost nine at night. Kind of early, but since he'd gotten injured earlier, he'd been exhausted ever since. He just assumed it was from the blood loss though; he knew from experience that people could pass out due to it anyway, so it wasn't like his observations were wrong... Right?

Sighing slightly, then superhero had began to pull out his homework and, using his web shooters, turned on the light beside him. It burned his eyes slightly, but he did have science tomorrow and did need to get this done, so...

"Mr. Parker, you aren't supposed to stress yourself out with schoolwork," the spider-drone from the superhero's lamp stated as the little electronic robot—not-so-subtlety—sat on it, watching him work. It's British voice came through small speakers on the teen's desk, making him wince slightly at how hard the noise hit him. Did superheroes suffer from sensory overloads after getting stabbed? He didn't think so.

"I stress myself out all the time, Spike," the teen muttered and, yes, he did name his spider-drone Spike. He wasn't going to overthink the entire process like he did with Karen (he can't believe he actually thought about naming her Liz. Gosh, he was so embarrassed about it now, Mr. Stark, he figured, probably heard that too...) and, instead, just settled for something with alliteration. It was probably best, anyway. "Now makes no difference."

"I beg to differ, Mr—"

"Peter, please," the boy breathed as he ran a hand through his hair and then rubbed his head, his headache increasing. "Peter—Peter's fine, Spike."

"Most people who are 'fine', do not speak in third person point of view."

The superhero smirked, turning over to face the small robotic object. "And most spider's don't have attitude," He snapped, a expression of exhaustion taking over his face.

You could almost sense the sarcasm in the robotic object. "You do," He then said. "And, speaking of things spider's don't usually do, I recommend you don't go to sleep, Mr. Park—Peter. At least, not for another eight hours."

"Spike..." the spider-related superhero groaned. "If I go to bed by that time, it'll be five and I'll either miss school or fall asleep in it completely and you know I can't do that. I've already been late for the past three days, I'm walking on thin ice here."

"You walk on thin ice everywhere, sir."

"Spike—" The teen said, in a disapproving tone of voice. "Do not make me come over there and hack you, 'cause I will. I'll even call Ned right now if I have to."

"I do not recommend calling anybody with a concussion—"

"You also 'recommended.'" Peter used air quotes around this area. "That I do not fall asleep," He stated, as he slipped his shoes off, threw his homework across the room, and sunk back into his sheets.

"That's right, sir." The robotic-spider nodded, if possible, though that was probably because it was proud of how right it was. "I did."

"Mhmm..." Snapping off his web shooters with a click!, the teen rested them on the table next to him. It wasn't like the spider could actually stop him from falling asleep. Heck, he did nothing besides crawl, talk and give crappy advice. "Too bad," He muttered, his eyes fluttering shut and head resting against the bedspread. "That I don't care..."

"Peter," the spider started and said boy immediately smiled to himself at the fact that the little robot was finally getting his name right. "I really don't recommend—"

"And I really don't care."

"Hurtful, sir."

Peter smirked, before sleep finally took over his features and, soon enough, he was out like a light. "So are you, Spike." He hummed, as he closed his eyes, his vision covered in darkness. "So are you."

Okay, one more thing I need to clarify; although Spike's personality has been created by me, as well as his name, I cannot take credit for where I got the idea to create the name and that's from Disney XD's Lab Rats. I don't know if anyone's seen it, but if you haven't, you should and I definitely recommend it.

Other than that, I think that's it.

...For now.

...What? Really guys? You actually thought I wouldn't write more? Come on, why wouldn't I? I love this story, just as much—maybe more—than my other ones and I already have some ideas for the second chapter. I'd be crazy not to continue it!

Anyway, that's all I have to say. Please let me know if you liked it in the reviews and if you did like it, well, maybe drop me one or two? Or maybe click that tiny, barely noticeable follow/favourite button at the top of my profile?

And, well, even if you didn't like it... uh, review too? Lol, I dunno, I can't really make you.

But, until next time, guys! Hope you liked this little chapter, I'll try and get the second done soon!

~Star