"But not too good." The Vulture said and Peter stepped out of the car. The car began to drive away and Peter turned and began to walk towards the doors. He felt something hit his back so forcefully that the air was forced out of his lungs. He stopped and immediately knew that he had been shot, he felt the blood as it began to trickle down his back. He got to the door where he saw Ned and Michelle waving and swearing at him. Peter was faintly aware of himself falling and rolling down the stairs but it was filled with numbness and darkness, and soon all was black.

Ned and Michelle watched as Peter looked at them through the double doors with a glazed look on his face. They both watched as Peter fell back, as though he had fainted. They looked at each other and shook their heads before walking outside. Outside Peter lay at the bottom of the stairs motionless.

"Hey Peter!" Ned called.

"Wake up arsehole, you're keeping us waiting." Michelle called to him. A few seconds went by and Peter didn't make a sound. They exchanged glances before heading down the stairs. "This really isn't funny Peter." Michelle said coming closer. "You can't just faint, it's not masculine."

"Peter are you ok?" Ned asked, concerned. They reach Peter, who is lying on his side away from them.

"Peter?" Ned asks again and is about to kneel down next to Peter when Michelle puts her arm out and stops him.

"Ned look." She said calmly and seriously pointing to the gunshot wound on Peter's back. At this moment Iron man came down and landed next to Peter. Ned and Michelle just stood in awe as Tony Stark took off his mask, knelt down next to Peter and placed his hand on Peter's side.

"Peter, can you hear me?" He asked. Peter was gasping softly, he was obviously drifting in and out of consciousness. "Friday read vitals."

"Mr Parker's heart rate is increasing, his blood pressure is dropping. He is in shock and he is suffering from massive internal bleeding. Major disruption to internal organs is also noted." Friday stated.

"Ok." Tony responded. He took a small round ball from a slot in his suit and rolled Peter slightly towards him. "This is just for you kiddo." Peter came to and moaned slightly. "It's ok Peter, it's alright. I'm here." Tony calmed him as he put the ball into the bullet's entry wound.

"Ah!" Peter cried out and made painful sounds.

"Shhh, you're alright Peter." Tony said as Peter relaxed, falling unconscious once more.

"We need to get him back to base sir." Friday told him. By this time the entire school was gathered around the scene.

"Alright." Iron man picks Peter up and puts his own mask back on.

"Is he going to be ok?" Michelle asks.

"He's going to be just fine." Iron man answered her before taking off. "Stay with me kid." Tony whispered with Peter resting his head against his chest. Tony knew that the wound would be fatal to anyone, but not spiderman. All the same, Peter was seriously hurt.

Back at base Bruce was waiting for them, Tony arrived and placed Peter down swiftly in the medical bay. Bruce immediately removed Peter's top and wired him up to an ECG.

"How long ago was this Tony?" Bruce asked.

"3 minutes, maybe 4."

"Ok, and what' this glowey thing in his back?"

"A gift I got from Wakanta. It's the only thing that's keeping him alive Bruce."

"We need to get him into the scanner, now." Tony helped Bruce lift Peter and carry him to the scanner. The scan worried them. One of Peter's renal arteries had been severed, it was undetermined if the bullet had hit his spine and one of Peter's lungs had collapsed. As well as a huge amount of internal bleeding.

"Tony I need to operate on him."

"Ok, I'll get the."

"There's no time." Bruce stopped Tony and they exchanged a look. "I need to do it right here and now, or he dies." Tony thought about it, looked at the kid then looked at Bruce.

"Alright." He said. "But you're going to need tools." Tony rushed away.

They worked on Peter for 6 hours before Peter's phone went off. They watched it as it rang, then as it went to answer-phone.

"Hey." Came a voice. It was his Aunt May. "I hope you've had a wonderful night Peter with your gorgeous girl that I know you've been chasing for a while now. I'm just a bit worried Pete because it's 4am and you promise that you'd call to tell me if you're going to stay at her house. Look, I know that you're alright Pete, just make sure that you give me a call tomorrow, yeah?" The phone hung up.

"Tony?" Bruce asked looking at Tony who had been distracted by the call. Tony turned back to Bruce. "U ok?"

"Yeah. He's only 15 Bruce."

"I know Tony." Bruce said. "And if we want him to see 16 we need to do this." Tony looked down at Peter's open body and nodded. After another 2 hours they had finished and an hour after that Peter was lying in a hospital bed in the Avenger's medical bay.

Aunt May arrived and upon seeing Peter unconscious she turned towards Tony Stark and she covered her eyes.

"What happened?" She asked.

"He was shot." Tony replied. May gasped and Tony puts his arms around her. "He'll be ok."

Peter looked up and saw his aunt May standing, facing away from him and Tony Stark looking at her calmly. His mind didn't process the fact that he wad lying in a hospital bed.

"May." Peter whispered, struggling to do so. His voice was so soft that he hardly heard it, but May heard it too. She looked round and came to him immediately. She took his hand and stroked his hair.

"Peter, look at you. What happened to you?" Peter knew that it was a rhetorical question but before he could answer Tony came to his bedside as well.

"Hey Kid. How are you doing? You feeling ok?"

"I'm not feeling too great Mr Stark." Peter began.

"Tony..." Bruce whispered in a serious tone from the side of the room.

"What is it Bruce?" Tony said coming over.

"I sent a fragment of the bullet of to the lab because something, something just didn't feel right. And look at this." Bruce showed Tony the report. Tony pointed at it.

"That's Cyanide. CN-, that's definitely Cyanide. Which is why he hasn't been healing from it. Bruce we need emphyromoxins."

"Of course. I'll get dyphramoxin and cordatosin, thank you Tony." Bruce rushed off.

"I'm not feeling too great Mr Stark." Peter began.

"Tony..." Bruce whispered in a serious tone from the side of the room.

"What is it Bruce?" Tony said going over to Bruce. Peter watched him as he walked over.

May kept her gaze fixed on Peter as she continued to stroke his hair,

"What happened Peter?" May repeated. "Peter?" Peter turned back to his aunt and looked at her deeply in the eyes.

"I'm ok May." He whispered to her. She dropped her head and kissed his hand.

"I love you so much Peter."

"May." Peter said softly trying to reach his hand towards her. May wept and pressed her head against his hand. "May." Peter said again, his tone changing. May looked back up at Peter and became worried. Peter's gaze had become distant and focused on the ceiling.

"Peter?"
"Something's wrong. Something's..." Before Peter could finish he went quiet and began fitting.
"Peter! Stark! Bruce!" May called out in desperation. Tony turned round and rushed to Peter immediately. "Peter. Peter." May called out, crying. Tony lowered the bed down.
"Bruce we need that medication now!" He shouted. "You're going to be ok Peter. You're going to be just fine." Tony said, trying to calm the seizing Peter. "May, can you pass me the suction please." May just stood in shock, "I need it now or he's going to choke!" May passed it to him and he removed the foam from Peter's mouth. There was a bang as May fainted just as Bruce arrived with the medication. Bruce paused looking at May and Tony looked at him. "Bruce, we need the meds now!" Bruce snapped out of it and injected them into Peter. Peter stopped seizing. "There we are." Tony said, watching his sats. "Bruce can you take care of."

"Oh yes." Bruce said rushing over to May.

"Stop doing that to me kid." Tony said to the unconscious Peter. His sats were coming back up.