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chapter 1

"oh crap, oh crap, shit,shitshitshitshit!"

'Peter, there are five assailants on your trail, 50 meters and closing quickly. And your body readings show signs of exhaustion and mild internal hemorrhaging. With the extra weight you are carrying and your injuries, I calculate an 88.994% probability that you will be captured.'

"yeah, I'm getting that Karen!"

A small shape whizzed down the side of a building, red and blue reflecting off the glass for a moment before disappearing over the next rooftop.

"Karen, call Mr stark! I need help, I don't care what he's doing, just get him, please!" peter gasped, swinging as quickly as he could, feeling his body scream in protest, but, looking down at his passenger, knew he'd rather die that drop it, even if it would have allowed him to escape.

'hacking….tony stark's personal phone' Karen's mechanical voice in his ear distracted him briefly and he nearly missed the next ledge, shooting out a web in desperation and barely catching himself on time.

"how in the hell? Did you hack my phone?! How'd you hack my personal phone! Parker, that's an extreme violation of my privacy!"

Peter almost broke down in tears as tony stark's indignant face popped up on his screen.

"mr…..mr stark!" He panted, gasping as he struggled to get a full breath, his ribs protesting viciously and he coughed, feeling blood bubble on his lips.

"hey! Underoo, what's going on with you? Are you okay?" tony asked, concern filling his voice.

"i..hah...i need help, I'm not sure how much longer I can keep a head of them, not while carrying her, and I can't let them get her again! She's hurt real bad, but they won't stop following, and I can't lose them, and I hurt! A lot, but they're not stopping, and they'll hurt her, and I can't let them, and I need help! Pleasepleaseplease!" peter cried, beginning to become hysterical.

"underoo, calm down a little kiddo. I'm on my way now, I need you to tell me where you are, can you do that?" tony interrupted.

"I dunno, it's an old part of town, in the southern part of queens!" peter panted.

'sir, sending approximate coordinates now,'

Tony thanked whatever gods were listening that he'd decided to install an ai system in the suit he'd given peter.

"I've got you, I'll be there in less than five minutes, just hold on till then kiddo…"

A beep informed him that the call had been lost.

"fuck!" He snarled, running for the door of the living room he'd been relaxing in with the rest of his team.

"Jarvis, where's my suit?!" He shouted, reaching the door.

'just powering up now sir,' the male ai answered.

"tony! What's wrong?"

He glanced back to see the others looking at him in varying degrees of concern.

"suit up, that kid's gotten himself in big trouble," he shouted back.

His suit came flying down the hall and quickly fitted itself around him.

"follow me and bring medical supplies," he ordered before taking off.

"What kid?" Clint muttered, climbing into the seat of one of they're medical vans, the others climbing in behind him as Natasha pulled up the tracking signal from the iron man suit.

"No clue, whoever it is though, must be bad. Haven't seen him look that worried in a long time. Unless aliens or loki's involved." Natasha responded, speeding out of the garage with a squeal. Her face set in a frown, eyes worried.

They arrived in time to see tony blast a dark haired man in the face, killing him instantly.

Behind him, a small figure in red and blue lay motionless on the ground.

"oh, that's bad," Steve muttered, pulling the door open before the van had even come to a complete stop. He recognized that uniform from the kid tony had recruited a while back.

Shit, is that Spiderman? What's he doing way out here? Clint muttered, climbing out quickly.

"Hawkeye! On the roof, there's another person who needs immediate medical attention!" tony shouted, stepping out of his iron man suit and dropping down next to the unmoving boy on the ground.

With shaking hands, he rolled the boy over carefully and tugged his mask off.

Teary, pain filled eyes blinked up at him as peter Parker smiled up at him weakly.

"you're late, Mr stark," he whispered, even as blood trickled out the corner of his mouth and he gave an ugly rasping cough. He whimpered in pain, more blood trickling from countless gashes on his head.

"Sorry kiddo, got here fast as I could," tony said, voice tight with worry.

"don look so wrried, m fine, been hrt worse. This's just scratch," the boy mumbled, before passing out.

"holy fuckin shit in a monkey barrel!" hawkeye yelped from the roof, distracting everyone.

"What is it?" Steve called back, distracted from the terribly young and beaten face on the ground.

"you won't believe me if I say. You're gonna want to see yourself. But I'm gonna need help getting her down safe without hurting her even more." Clint shouted back, voice high in disbelief.

"go and see, we've got him," Bruce said to tony, gentle but firm.

Tony hesitated but flew up to where hawkeye was after a moment.

" .fuck," tony said flatly, staring.

A few minutes later he was touching down gently a small figure tucked into his arms.

He turned around and everyone froze in shock as several large feathers floated to the ground.

"so, anyone know how to help fix a goddam angel?" tony asked, breaking the silence.