Author's Note: I had this huge goal to create a one-shot series based on Peter and Tony's relationship, but...that didn't happen. #GotBored. This is a small, sort of connected jumping bits...so yep.

Characters: Tony, Peter, other medical people

Warnings: Uh...poison?

Written: 2017 some time. :)

Note: Not checked for spelling or grammar!

There are few things that Tony Stark truly despises in this world but being woken up after he finally remembers he's a human being and one of the necessities being so is sleep, is one of those. Letting out a rather loud and obnoxious groan Tony grabs his blanket, his nice, warm, soft blanket and pulls it over his head. "Fr'day." He mumbles.

The call is silenced and Tony gives a sigh of relief not really caring that it's the middle of the night and it's probably urgent. Whoever is calling can tell him the urgent message...tomorrow. He doesn't care right now. His bed is calling and who is he to deny it's love?

The phone blares again and Tony childishly grabs his pillow pulling it over his ears. Friday doesn't silence it and he glares at the ceiling for a moment showing his displeasure with her actions before finally rolling over towards the bedside table hand smacking against it as he reaches for his phone.

His annoying, singing, loud, phone.

"Friday…" He moans. Friday is quiet for a moment before her loud, blaring voice pounds into his head. Being realistic, it was rather silent but at the moment it's anything but that: "Boss, Peter Parker is calling."

Tony flips his phone on slightly annoyed but some concern is building. "Why? Does he know that it's," Tony pauses his angry rant to glance up at the clock, "Three twenty seven in the morning? I swear if this is nothing…" He grumbles mostly to himself swinging his feet over the bed and answering the call ignoring Friday's snarky response of: "I don't suspect so, Boss."

"Peter? You are aware it's the middle of the night right? Because I really don't want to have to-" Tony starts to ramble in annoyance but is cut off as Peter completely ignores his previous words.

"Mr. Stark?"

The two words sound like a gasping breath and Tony's immediately more alert and jerks upwards in the bed pushing the phone against his ear more aggressively as if it will somehow make Peter talk more.

"Peter?" He questions in response.

"I-I'm sorry," The teen's voice is slurring. Tony's concern grows more. Tony glances down at his clothing, he didn't change before he crashed. Tony glances around blurrily trying to locate shoes and socks he almost misses Peter's next few words: "To interrupt your sleep. Can I crash at your place?"

"What, why?" Tony asks and stands eyes sweeping around the dark room looking for a pair of socks.

Peter hesitates, "Please Mr. Stark? If not, I totally understand, I can call Ned, actually I think that I'll do that-"

"It's fine," Tony interrupts. If Peter can do it, he can too. That's the way it works. Where are his socks? Tony stumbles towards the dresser ripping open the top drawer. Ah, his lovely socks. "I have more than enough rooms...just why?"

"I-I…" Peter trails off for a moment.

Tony's eyebrows meet in confusion for a moment and he pauses, "What about your aunt?"

Peter is quiet.

A dread settles in Tony's stomach.

"Peter, did something happen?" Tony asks moving back towards the bed his socks in hand. He sits on the edge and shoves a sock onto his right foot.

"N-no." Peter answers quickly.

"I really hate to be the person to tell you this kiddo, but you are a terrible liar." Tony sighs slightly. "Where are you? You can come over, we'll talk then."

Peter gives a quiet sigh of relief, "Thank you Mr. Stark. I'm about ten minutes away. Also, do you have bandages?"

000o000

Tony stumbles into the living room of Avengers Tower (of which he didn't sell after some debate) roll of gauze in one hand looking semi like a normal human being. His hair is probably a mess but he couldn't care less. Where is Peter? It's been almost fifteen minutes. He did say ten right?

"Boss, Mr. Parker has landed outside."

Okay. Great. Tony moves forward as Peter shoves the glass door open looking like he got ran over by a truck. Tony raises an eyebrow suddenly much more confident in his bed ruffled appearance.

Peter looks up at him giving a sigh of relief and a small lopsided grin. His suit is torn across his chest where said Parker has a hand wrapped around it. Tony points towards the couch and Peter moves towards it looking highly uncomfortable. Though it's been about four months since the Vulture debacle, Peter hasn't really been in the tower. Usually Tony and him meet up other places rather than here. Okay..the two times since then. Peter stopped spamming his voice mail and Tony was subconsciously thinking about tracking him down if he didn't show his face soon.

Peter collapses on the couch hissing slightly and Tony takes a seat across him. "Friday, get the lights will you?" Tony asks.

"Certainly, Boss." Friday says and the lights brighten slightly. Tony frowns as he stares at the bleeding wound before moving his hand forward to grab Peter's wrist and move his hand. Peter flinches slightly and Tony frowns.

"This is bad. What did you do? Sit under a laser?"

"No," Peter protests. He runs a hand through his dirty hair, "there was just this guy with a knife and it and me didn't agree to much."

""Too much"? You look like you got ran over by a lawn mower." Tony argues. Peter flinches as Tony moves his hand away from the long, deep cut across his ribcage. The older of the two gives a low whistle.

"Okay, I'll admit it, I am impressed."

Peter grumbles something that Tony doesn't catch but the Stark still raises an eyebrow like he did. "I'm not a surgeon, Kid."

"I...I didn't think you were. I'm just...it hurts...and...May is going to kill me!" Peter jerks upwards and nearly collides foreheads with Tony. Said Stark tips backwards in surprise and his eyebrows meet in concern as Peter gives a cry of pain and promptly crumbles onto the floor.

Tony bites his lip slightly and sighs through his teeth before leaning down and grabbing Peter's shoulder. The concern is building to anxiety swirling through his chest like a bird with a broken wing and Tony grips the limb beneath his right hand slightly tighter before shaking him several times.

"Underoos? Peter? Peter, answer me." All humor is stripped from his voice as the teen doesn't respond and Tony flips Peter onto his back letting out a soft curse as he sees how pale the high schooler is.

"Peter? Peter this isn't funny, wake up." Tony commands his voice growing louder and slightly more high pitched in his panic. Peter remains limp and Tony lurches for the bandages on the couch fingers wrapping around the white cloth before he rips the layer of tape off to keep it in a tight ball and begins to wrap it around the worst of the wounds.

"Friday, where's the nearest hospital?" Tony demands tightening the strips. Steve gave the Avengers a crash course on medical care a few years back, so Tony isn't helpless but he's not Bruce.

"The nearest hospital is twenty minutes away, Boss. Although it doesn't appear Mr. Parker will make it that long. His vitals are crashing fast." Friday answers.

"What? Why?" Tony collects Peter's crumbled form into his arms bridal style noticing subconsciously that the teen is light. Is that normal? Are teenangers supposed to be heavier? Peter feels paper thin. That's not normal. He's shaking, he's dying.

The thought hits Tony like a brick through a window and he stumbles slightly.

Peter is dying.

He may never smile at him, ask his never ending stream of questions, save another person, be Spiderman, stutter, complain about homework ever again.

"Friday-!" He starts to shout but the AI beats him to it.

"I have already alerted the medical, Boss. You need to hurry." Her tone is lightly laced with worry and Tony can feel it pulsing beneath his veins like a second heart. He takes off into a sprint, trying to not jostle Peter to much but at the same time get their swiftly. Man, Peter's aunt isn't going to kill her nephew, she's going to kill him.

Tony crashes into the medial words flying from his mouth that don't make sense to him. Peter is taken from him gently and the panic only increases, "Wait! I have to see if he's okay. He-"

"Mr. Stark, you should sit down." One of the nurses, Melisa if he remembers right instructs putting a hand on his shoulder. No touchy! His mind argues violently. He has to get to Peter because it's suddenly collapsing on top of him that Peter is dying, and he was laughing and joking when Peter was in pain. He should have been serious from the start-and why oh why does he always mess up with Peter? He's always doing something wrong and now Peter's going to die when he could have stopped it and instead he might've been to slow. It's Pepper all over again and Rhodey, Cap...everyone he wasn't fast enough for.

"No!" Tony argues, "That's my kid! I have to be with him; I have to-"

"Mr. Stark I'm afraid that if you don't calm down we're going to have to sedate you." Melissa says. All fondness for the woman slips from him. Melissa grabs his shoulders and shoves him into a seat and he distantly notices that his hands are shaking and she pats him sympathetically on the shoulder. "We'll be in to give you an update in an hour or so. I need to go help them, will you be alright?"

No.

No he will not.

Not until Peter is.

He nods stiffly, anyway.

Melissa strides off down the hall and begins to yell orders as the door slams and everything grows quiet. Tony stares down at his shaking hands and lets out a slow breath trying not to slip into a panic attack. His left hand fumbles for his phone that he stuffed into his pocket earlier and he dials the first number. Please pick up, please pick up, I know it's early but please pick up…

"Tony?" Pepper's voice sends a rush of calm through him. Because though it isn't alright and he has the strong urge to punch something but scream and sob at the same time her voice is safe. Secure. "Is something wrong?"

Tony lets out a shaky breath. "Peter's injured. It's bad Pepper. There was so much blood and I-I-" His voice is shaking and sounds panicked and he's starting to realize that his lungs feel tight and he's not sure what to do about it. It he world supposed to be so blurry? No. That doesn't seem right.

"Tony, Babe," Pepper's voice grounds him to the present. "I'm on my way okay, but I'll be a few hours. I'm not going to hang up, breathe. Alright? Deep breaths. It's okay. Everything's alright. Peter will be fine."

Peter will be fine.

The words echo in his head softly and Tony gasps in a breath. "Okay. Okay. Yeah." He says and Pepper begins to talk to him softly. About how things are going at SI, how she wants to fire an employee badly but doesn't want to at the same time because she sees potential in him though he's driving her crazy, how she nearly burned down her apartment this morning when she wasn't paying attention to the eggs she was cooking. Anything and everything just rambling.

Tony slowly begins to calm down and even adds a comment here and there that makes Pepper laugh.

When she gets there close to four hours later, there still isn't any news. She sits down next to him and grabs his hand giving it a quick squeeze. Letting him know that she's here for him and that their going to make it through this. Tony gives her a grateful smile and the two raise their heads in almost sync as the doctor steps back into the room.

"Peter's stable for now. The blade was poisoned but we managed to flush it out, he's awake and you can see him now." Melissa says.

Tony gets to his feet and moves forward towards the room Pepper trailing behind him. When he steps into the room his heart flip-flops. Peter is still deathly pale and hooked to over a dozen machines but alive. His eyes are slitted and he gives a tired smile at the sight of Tony.

"Hey, Mr. Stark." His voice is quiet.

"Peter, I'm sorry. I just-I can't believe how stupid I reacted.