This is prompt 11 out of 24 "Here, you might need something to bite on..." And this idea came from Clover-Rose on Wattpad and another user!

Thanks!

This will be a MCU, Teen Wolf and Mech-X4 crossover, but it will be posted under Avengers!

And now, on with the story!

"I think that's the last one." Tony turned to the others after blasting a alien in the face. "Is everyone okay?"

Several of them started to come out of the wreckage that was Queens, some with minor scratches and bruises, others in need some stitches or a cast, maybe. But then Tony started looking around, and felt his heart sink to his stomach as he questioned.

"Where's Peter?"

The team started to look around, and then proceeded to spread out and look for the sixteen year old, praying he had just been hiding from the aliens, but with his Steve-sized determination, that was very unlikely.

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Peter swallowed, trying not to vomit again into the already existent puddle near him that came out when he saw specks of blood...everywhere, and could tell they had come from him.

He had been knocked into a wall really, REALLY, hard when he had passed out, and woke up gasping, noticing how he was crushed under rubble.

Oh, how history repeats itself. And just like he did last time, he called out, trying not to cry.

"Hello! I'm down here! Hello!" He screamed, but it sounded more like a strangled gasp, and his side was starting to throb again, probably adrenaline wearing off, but it encouraged him to help louder. "Help me! Please!"

He put his head down, sniffing quietly to himself, almost letting himself break, and that's when he heard.

"Peter?"

And Peter looked up, seeing a familiar cloak through the cracks or where the rubble wasn't fully covering him.

"Yes! I'm down here!"

He saw the doctor pear through one of the cracks, and heard him calling everyone over, before looking back through.

"We're gonna get you out. Just breathe, okay?"

Peter swallowed before nodding, and slowly felt each weight being lifted off of him, and that's when that damn stabbing decided to get the times worse, so by the time they got to him, he was on the verge of losing the last bit of his breakfast onto the ground.

"Kid?" Tony said quietly, not wanting to hurt him more when he saw the blood matted in his hair, but when he went to touch him, he felt something slap his hand, which he drew back immediately before glaring at the cause of it.

"He has a 2x4 wooden board in his side which is pinning him to the ground. If we move him, it could be catastrophic."

"So what are we gonna do?" Tony demanded, but he kept his voice down in order not to scare Peter, even though he could tell that he was already scared.

"Do you have Peter's blood type?"

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Tony came back to the hole with everything Strange had asked for just as the majority of the rubble was off of Peter. He was laying with the board facing to the side, his eyes glassy with tears as a unknown paramedic was kneeling beside him, holding his hand and pushing his hair out of his eyes.

"Who is that?" Tony demanded while handing the supplies to Strange, who snapped on a pair of gloves while giving a explanation.

"Dr. Christine Palmer. My old partner." He explained, before turning to her. "Switch spots with Stark."

She got up, and snapped on a pair of gloves before kneeling beside Strange on the ground while Tony went around to Peter, gently squeezing his hand.

"Hey, kid." He smiled reassuringly as Strange came around with a roll of gauze.

"Here. You might need something to bite on..." He insisted as Peter opened his mouth while he put the gauze in, then he went back around to his other side.

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Right after Christine and Strange had gotten the board out, it was madness as they got him on a stretcher, stitched up the wound on both sides, and got him on blood as fast as possible, and now Tony's doctors had taken over, checking for other injuries.

"He's gonna be okay, right?" Christine asked, glancing at Peter who was now being hooked up to oxygen in the jet just past her vision and behind her old partner.

"I'm fairly confident. After all, I don't take on a job I know I'll fail." Strange smiled, which made her shake her head.

"You're impossible, Stephan." She grinned slightly before turning serious again. "Will you update me later?"

"Absolutely." He smiled, before a loud voice called. "Strange!" and he turned his head toward the voice before looking back at Christine. "That's my cue."

She nodded, and watched as he got in the jet, before turning back to the wreckage, seeing where else she was needed, all while praying the teenager was gonna be okay.