"Sir, Peter seems to have fallen down the stairs and seems to be in considerable pain," F.R.I.D.A.Y. alerted Tony, who was tinkering in his lab, just as a "Mr Stark!" sounded down the hall. Tony leapt up, calling for Pepper as he went.
"Kid?" he asked, arriving at the bottom of the stairs and kneeling by Peter, who was sprawled on the floor, clutching his head.
"Mr Stark, hey. I, was, just... checking the floors!" Peter pushed his mask up and gave a lopsided smile.
"Pete, your head is bleeding." Tony reached out a hand and helped him up just as Pepper arrived at the scene.
"Peter? What happened?"
"Um, nothing?" Peter tried to pull his mask back down, but Tony wouldn't let him. Peter sighed. "Can I just go on patrol now?"
"Nope." Tony led him up the stairs, Pepper following behind.
"I'll get you an ice pack," Pepper said, breaking off towards one of the many kitchens of Stark Tower.
"Thanks, Miss Potts," Peter said weakly. "Mr Stark, just let me go." Peter pulled his arm from Tony's grip.
"No, kid, not until I look at that bruise." Tony probed the bump, which was red, turning purple, and bleeding slightly. "So, tell me, Pete. How does a kid with the strength, balance and agility of a spider fall down the stairs?"
Peter shrugged, turning his head away. Tony grabbed his jaw and moved his head back. Peter sighed and resigned himself to be prodded and poked.
"Mr Stark, it hurts," he finally said as Pepper returned with a bag of ice wrapped in a towel.
"What do you want me to do about it, kiss it better?" Tony asked dryly as he pressed the ice to Peter's temple.
"Ya know what, Mr Stark?" Peter began, slightly angry. "Yeah, I do!"
Tony blanched. That smart remark was supposed to be a joke.
"Well, Tony?" Pepper asked, putting her hands on hips. "You asked him if that was what he wanted. He said yes. So do it."
Tony sighed, blushed, rolled his eyes and stepped back. "No, he's fine. Aren'tcha, Spiderling?"
"Oh, yes, do I look okay to you?" Peter asked dryly, gesturing to the growing bruise on his temple. Pepper leaned down and kissed the bruise. Peter blushed. "Thanks, Miss Potts." Pepper smiled.
"Your turn, Tony."
Tony sighed, groaned, and bent down, pressing a scratchy kiss to Peter's temple.
"Happy?" he asked.
"Yes, quite," Peter replied, mock polite.
"Now, if I don't get to go on patrol, I have homework." Peter walked away.
"That's an excuse I've heard before!" Tony called after him, teasing. Pepper set hands on hips and glared at Tony. "What?" Tony asked, alarmed.
Pepper just glared.
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