The air outside was chilly, but Peter wasn't cold thanks to the awesome heater that Tony had put in his suit. Peter had been patrolling since after school today, and he wasn't planning on going home until he got something good. He'd been doing simple, mundane tasks: helping lost tourists find their way, stopping a few amateur muggers, and catching a dude who tried to steal a bag of gummy worms from a convenience store. The shop owner had given Peter the gummy worms as a thank you.

But Peter was bored. He wanted to do more, he needed to impress Mr. Stark. He was the closest thing Peter had to a father at the moment, and he'd be damned if he didn't do everything he could to make the man proud.

As the young hero was swinging around the streets, he was interrupted by his stomach loudly growling. Damn, he thought, stupid super fast metabolism. He had to eat all the time ever since his spider bite. His stomach was like a bottomless pit these days.

He didn't want to change out of his suit and quit patrolling, but he was feeling very weak because he needed to eat, so he made the quick decision to pop into a hole-in-the-wall pizza place for a slice—or five. The people in the pizza restaurant were very shocked to say the least. Peter even posed for a selfie with one of the guys.

After his little snack, Peter was swinging around the streets when he overheard some very aggressive voices.

Finally, he thought. Something interesting. He swung down to the shadowy alley where the sounds were coming from, and found himself behind an unsuspecting group of guys with some pretty sick looking guns. Was this a drug deal? Illegal weapons deal? Something worse? Peter had no idea. The only thing going through his mind was Mr. Stark's very insistent voice. Peter very clearly remembered the man saying "If you see any idiots with guns while you're out on patrol, get somewhere safe, and call me. I don't want you getting hurt, you reckless child."

Despite all of Mr. Stark's instructions and warnings, Peter couldn't let these guys get away. And he definitely didn't want to call Mr. Stark. He could take these guys, he was Spider-Man!

Peter prepared to interject himself into the situation. In a few quick seconds, he had webbed up three of the men, before they even knew what hit them. "Hey guys," Peter called cheerfully, "How's it going?"

He flipped around, webbing up the remaining three guys, as they shouted nasty curses at him. None of them could even get a shot in, Peter thought smugly, Mr. Stark shouldn't be worried about guns, he knows how quick I am.

Peter webbed one guy in the face to shut him up, he was being extremely rude. "So, what's the occasion—" Peter's would-be snarky comment got cut off by a bang, followed by a sharp, burning pain to Peter's arm. Oh shit.

Choking back a cry, Peter turned to face the man who had just apparently shot him. He had been so full of adrenaline and the need to impress Mr. Stark that he had overlooked one of the guys.

"You have a bullet wound in your right shoulder, Peter," Karen's voice spoke up. "You're bleeding heavily, and the bullet is still in your arm. I'm alerting Tony Stark." Peter grimaced, "Not yet Karen, give me a minute."

He tried to use his right arm to web up the man, but a shooting pain immediately stopped his movement. Shit, this is going to hurt like hell, Peter thought angrily. He jumped over the man, and swiftly kicked him in the back of the head. The impact of the kick made the man drop his gun, but he still turned, not willing to go down without a fight. "Come on dude, it's not very nice to shoot people," Peter quipped. The man just grunted and swung at Peter, knocking him in the jaw with a sickening snap. The hit to the jaw was immediately followed by another one, which landed right above Peter's eye. He figured that the blood loss may be slowing down his reaction time and enhanced senses, because he shouldn't have taken a hit that hard.

Peter swung over the guy, kicking him in the chest and knocking him to the floor. He quickly webbed the man with his left arm and immediately felt the pain of his bullet wound and his jaw return. Peter leaned forwards to catch his breath, when a call from none other than Tony Stark started to come in from his suit. Oh shit, Peter thought hopelessly, I'm screwed, thanks Karen.

"Karen, decline the call," Peter said desperately.

"I am not authorized to decline Tony's calls in times of distress, Peter."

Oh shit, oh shit. "Oh my god Karen, you're so stupid." He didn't mean it, Peter loved Karen, but he does not want to talk to Mr. Stark about this incident.

"Hey Underoos, I got an alert that you're hurt? Which is odd, considering that you're not supposed to be putting yourself in danger." Tony's voice came from Peter's mask.

Peter's head was spinning from the pain, and the nervousness of Mr. Stark showing up right now, "Uh hey, this is Peter, I can't get to the phone right now? Leave a—"

Tony cut him off, "Yeah kid, good try. A for effort, I'm on my way to you and you had better explain what the hell happened."

Ten minutes passed, but it felt like an eternity. Finally, Mr. Stark, well Iron Man, showed up, and he wasn't happy. He stepped out of the armor and walked straight towards Peter, not even caring that he was practically stomping on all of the webbed up bad guys.

Tony stared, unmoving, at Peter, and held eye contact as he called to his suit, "FRIDAY, call NYPD to the scene, tell them we have some lovely criminals for them here."

Peter let out a forced laugh, "Hey Mr. Stark, what are you doing here?"

"Cut the shit kid," Tony snapped. "What the hell were you thinking? I remember telling you that if you encountered deadly weapons, like—for example—guns, you are to call me immediately. I said that, right?"

"I… uh, Mr. Stark, I'm sorry. I really—" Tony cut him off, "Don't say sorry kid. We've got to get you back to the compound and make sure you're functioning properly. We'll talk about this later."

By the time they got back to the compound, the pain in Peter's arm had subsided to a dull, throbbing ache. He hadn't taken off his mask yet, so Mr. Stark wasn't aware of the most likely bruised up mess that was his face, but the gunshot wound was very obvious. Mr. Stark lead Peter into the lab where all of the medical equipment was kept. "Alright kid, you can toss the suit over there. Grab some clothes real quick then get in here so we can patch you up."

Peter went down the hall to his room for when he stays at the compound. He quickly changed into a shirt and a pair of sweatpants before heading back to the lab. He hoped that Mr. Stark wouldn't care that his mask was still on, he didn't want to take if off and reveal even more injuries.

Tony noticed. As soon as Peter entered the lab, Tony sighed and rolled his eyes. "Hell no, kid. You're not gonna fool me. Mask. Off. Now."

Peter shook his head, "Uh, it's fine Mr. Stark. I like the mask." His voice cracked, and went all high, the way that it did when he was nervous. Tony wasn't having it. He leaned against the lab table and crossed his arms, staring Peter down. "I know you're injured, might as well take off the mask now."

Peter considered it, but didn't want to admit the beating that he took, so he just shrugged his shoulders. Tony rolled his eyes, "FRIDAY, scan Peter's injuries."

FRIDAY's voice suddenly sounded through the lab, "Peter has a bullet wound in his right shoulder, a fracture in his jaw, and several open wounds on his face." Of course he forgot about the A.I. and how impossible FRIDAY makes it to lie to Tony.

Tony covered his face with his hands, "Holy shit kid, you're going to be the death of me. Take that mask off and let's get you patched up, so I can fuss at you later for being so careless."

After removing the bullet (which was excruciating since Peter's healing factor made the wound close around the bullet), checking his jaw, and cleaning out all of the various cuts around his face, Tony had grabbed them both a cup of coffee—decaf for Peter and an extra shot (or two) of espresso for Tony.

Tony stood behind the kitchen counter, while Peter was cautiously seated at the table. "Peter, I just want to know what the hell you were thinking…" Tony started. Peter began to speak up, but Tony cut him off. "No. This is where you be quiet and listen to me. You could have been severely injured. I mean, if you weren't Spider-Man you wouldn't be able to be patched up in the fucking lab in two hours. Do you understand how much worse this could have been?"

Peter nodded slowly, avoiding eye contact with Tony, "I-I'm sorry Mr. Stark. I didn't mean to get hurt, uh obviously. I just wanted to, you know, impress you? And I mean, it was just a bullet, not too big of a deal."

Tony sighed and took a huge gulp of his coffee, "Uh, incorrect. It's a damn big deal. I swear to all that is holy, you're going to be the death of me, I'm dead serious. Sometimes I think you're gonna make me have a heart attack. Don't go putting yourself in danger, kid. I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you."

After Peter finished his drink, he started to head to his room at the compound. It was already pretty late and he had texted May, saying that he was staying at the compound to work on some suit upgrades. He didn't want to worry her by telling her the real story, injuries and all, so he sorta twisted the truth. Him and Tony had to patch up the suit tomorrow anyways, so it wasn't too big of a lie. He was about to leave the kitchen when Tony called out, "Hey Underoos, I'm glad you're safe. We'll work on suit upgrades tomorrow yeah? We could prototype a bulletproof fabric."

Peter smiled widely, "Yeah that'd be great, thank you Mr. Stark. You're the best!"

"Kid," Tony called down the hall, "I think I've told you about a million times to call me Tony."

Peter laughed, "Goodnight, Tony. Thanks for being the best." He was happy, despite his embarrassing little injury. He fell into bed, exhausted, but excited for what was to come tomorrow.

A/N:

Hey y'all! I saw Spider-Man Hoco over the summer, and I fell in love. I've seen it like ten times now it's SO DAMN GOOD. Tony and Peter's father son relationship thing KILLS me it's so goddamn cute. I used to write and read fanfic all the time, but I kinda fell out of it because, ya know, life happens. But after SMHC, my friend sent me a link to Peter Parker fanfic and I fell down a rabbit hole… so here I am! I hope you enjoy this, please leave constructive criticism if you have any!

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