Peter came in through the window and collapsed onto his hands and knees. He groaned in pain.

"May." He cried out weakly. He could hear her humming as she cooked. "May." He said again, turning into his back and struggling to breathe. Soon his vision went black and he passed out. May heard the phone buzzing and went to his room. She saw Peter on his back, unconscious and dressed as Spiderman.

"What the fuck?!" May exclaimed. She knelt next to Peter. "Peter!" She called, slapping him in order to wake him up. "Peter, wake up right now!" Pause, "Peter?" May was about to call 911 when Tony Stark opened the door. He made his way to them and knelt down. He turned to May,

"I'll explain later." he turned back to Peter. "Peter it's Tony Stark, can you hear me?" he asks while taking his pulse. "Bruce?"

"Hey Tony."

"I need medical ready, heart rate is 160 and he's clammy."

"Do you know the poison Tony?" May is shaking like a leaf, and is quiet.

"May?" Tony asks her.

"No, I don't know what happened." May said without thinking.

"He's going to be ok May, we're going to look after him." May nods.

"I know, I know. Oh please God help him." She begins to cry.

"Negative Bruce, we don't know."

"I'll do a blood test when you get here Tony."

"Ok, coming now." Tony picked Peter up gently into his arms. Peter's head, arms and legs handing limp. "I'll send Happy to pick you up." He says to May before turning away with Peter in his arms. "You're going to be ok kid, just stay with me."

...

Tony was doing a lumbar puncture, while Bruce feed Peter drugs. May arrived and stroked his hair.

"I'm here Pete, it's ok." She told him. Tony and Bruce met gazes.

"He's going to be ok May." This is the first stage of his treatment.

"What happened to him?"

"Otoxicain poisoning. It reacted quickly and it was close but we can cure it."

"And yes, he is Spiderman." Bruce butted him.

"I don't care." May began staring to Peter's face. "He's still Peter Parker, my silly teenage boy."

Peter groaned.

"It's ok Pete we've got you." Tony said gently resting a hand on Peter's side. A soft hand stroked his hair and Peter reached his hand towards May. She took it as he passed out once more.