Chapter 1- Phons calls, and Mean Aunt May

BeEp BeEp*

Tony's eyes shot open and he groggily rose from the bed. He blinked and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he looked down to see the flashing bright light emitting from his cell phone.

The hero inwardly groaned as he glanced at Pepper on the other side of the bed, beside him. He shook his head and snatched his personal cell.

It was apparently something either important or someone he personally knew just 'had' to call him at...he peeked a look at the time and squinted, 2 o'clock in the morning.

He sighed and rubbed a hand over his face in frustration once as he tapped the 'Accept' button without looking at the ID.

"Tony Stark of Stark Industries -though I doubt you didn't know that already- Who is this?" He questions, his voice rough and groggy.

"Sir, it's Happy." The other on the line replies.

Tony's brows furrowed in confusion, why the hell was Happy calling at two in the morning? On a Saturday, no less!

"What's wrong? Is it something important enough that you really had to call me on my personal cell phone?" He replied, annoyed.

"It's Peter Parker." Happy answered, as though out of breath.

Tony clenched his jaw as he heard the kid's name. What had he done this time?

"What about Peter?"

"He's...in the hospital. ER, actually."

Tony immediately shot up off the bed and put the phone on speaker. He dashed over to the closet, balancing his phone on his palm while doing so.

"What the hell, Happy?! How? Why?!" The hero exclaimed, pulling his pants off the rack and struggling to put them on.

"I-I-"

"What did he do this time? Please don't tell me it was a bomb." Tony was talking quickly, irritant and worry seeping through his words as he spoke. He really did care for the kid, he had no idea how to act when he was supposed to.

"We don't have any info. I-I wasn't there. I was...occupied, and I didn't even notice he had snuck out and left. I actually finally noticed what was going on...only after I found May trying to wake him up. He was out in his Aunt's backyard...with bruises and cuts all over his body. He had broken ribs and bones all over. Although...his face didn't have hardly any bruising. Anyways, that's all I know. And he hasn't woken yet, so I wanted you to be informed before he did. Just to make sure you knew and didn't go attacking the kid for it."

Tony snorted, "I wouldn't do that. What hospital is he being held in?" He questioned.

"The New York Memorial."

"Got it. Thanks Happy, I'll be there in no more than five minutes." He informed, putting a leather jacket on and sloppily placing his feet in his shoes.

Tony sped out of the bedroom and took the keys off the coffee table before rushing out the door and into the dark red Lamborghini he had in his driveway. He turned the ignition and turned on autopilot to go to the New York Memorial Hospital.

It took Tony Stark about three or so minutes to get to New York and a comment from Jarvis before he stopped in a parking spot in front of the large hospital.

Tony shuddered as he looked over the huge building. It was never inviting, especially when someone needed to go inside. Unless it was when someone was getting 'out' of the hospital.

He stepped inside and was instantly greeted with the smell of sickness and soap. That usual hospital smell that no one really is sure how to explain.

The hero grimaced and walked through the halls when he was finally greeted by the main desk and a large waiting room. Where he finally found Happy sitting patiently with no other than May Parker.

He sighed silently and sadly as he recalled what Happy had said, 'She had been trying to wake him up.' Which meant she saw his state.

"Tony?" May questioned, breaking him out of his own thoughts.

"Hey, May." I replied, giving her a sympathetic smile.

"And why the hell are 'You' here? What, if my so- nephew is hurt 'Then' you come? Unbelievable." She scoffed, shaking her head in disgust.

Tony swallowed guiltily. Did she know what he had to deal with? The press, the army, the Avengers...New York. And now he brought a 14 year old boy into the Avengers, not officially, but the kid had wanted to do it. And it's been a year since then. He was a huge handful and that was why he had given the boy over to Happy to deal with. Now even Happy wasn't paying attention to him.

He sighed. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Parker. I really don't know what happened."

May just shook her head.

Tony bit the inside of his lip as he sat down and leaned back, closing his eyes.