"Peter, time to wake up. You have to leave for school in 30 minutes." Aunt May yelled.
"I'm up. Thanks Aunt May." I responded.
I quickly flitted around my room getting ready. Putting on some jeans and a science pun t-shirt on, I ran downstairs. Aunt May was in the kitchen with a bagged lunch for me and one for her.
"Morning honey." Aunt May greeted.
"Morning. Thanks for lunch. I hope you have a great day at work. Bye, I love you." I answered.
"Your welcome. I hope you have a great day as well. I love you too." May replied.
I hurried out the door with an apple in hand. I have enough time and money to stop and grab a muffin. There's a bakery around the corner that has the best muffins ever. Its run by a grandmother and her granddaughters. Wishing them good morning and ordering a chocolate chip muffin, I was out the door and running to school. When I arrive at the school, I have five minutes to get to my locker and get to class.
"Barely scraping by aren't we Mr. Parker." Mr. Smith commented.
"Appears so sir, but I was still in this class before the bell rang." I retorted.
Mr. Smith is my English teacher. I don't mind him or his class, but it's not my favorite. Everyone knows my strong suits are sciences and math. I take my seat next to MJ. English is MJ's favorite class for sure. She loves the creative writing and the SSR times in here.
~TIME SKIP~
Its lunch time, and Tony is coming for some assembly at the school today. He's supposed to be here in twenty minutes. I quickly eat my lunch and explain to Ned and MJ that I'm going in the hall to wait for Tony. As I was walking through the halls, my spider sense flared up.
"Yo, Penis!" I heard Flash yelled.
"Leave me alone Flash. I'm waiting for someone." I responded.
"Who are you waiting for Penis? Your parents killed themselves to be rid of you, your uncle got himself shot because he wanted to be away from you." Flash said, while he shoved me to the ground.
I tried to stand up, but he kept shoving me down. Then the kicking started, I knew from past experiences to protect my head and face. Before I knew it, I was being held up by Flash's goons. Flash proceeded to punch me in the stomach a few times, and the final one hit my face. Thankfully nothing broke, but I was dropped to the floor and kicked some more.
"Hey! Leave my kid alone!" someone yelled.
"Mr. S-St-ark?! W-What are you doing here?" Flash stuttered.
"I came for an assembly, but I find that my kid is getting beat up and bullied." Tony quietly seethed.
"Y-You're k-kid?" Flash asked.
"Yes. Peter Parker is my intern, but he is more a son to me than anything." Tony replied, with silent fury.
"Tony. Remember no killing teenagers." I croaked.
"How can you say that? This kid just hurt you!" Tony cried.
"I know." I couldn't say much else because I kept seeing black dancing around my eyes.
"Kid! Keep your eyes open. Don't fall asleep, okay?" I heard Tony mutter.
I felt Tony picking me up, and I assume he was taking me to the nurses' office. I was right when I heard Mrs. Jackson ask what had happened.
"Dad, it hurts." I was surprised that I let that slip. I always considered him my father figure, but I never said it out loud.
"Where? Please tell me where it hurts." Tony pleaded.
"Breathing. Ribs." I gasp out.
Mrs. Jackson ran to the office to let the principal, Mr. Williams, know what has happened. Once she left Tony started whispering things.
"Why hasn't your healing kicking in?" he asks.
"Haven't ate as much as I should have." I admitted.
"Kid, you have to eat. More so than normal teenagers. Why haven't you been eating?" Tony responded.
"May is working so hard. I don't want to burden her more with my advanced metabolism." I explained.
"If you were having money issues, I could've helped." Tony offered.
"We don't take charity." I snapped.
"Peter, listen to me. It is not charity when you are my son, albeit not biologically. I love you kid, I just want what is best for you."
"Thanks dad. I love you too."
After that the nurse came back in. She tried to sit me up but I let out a pained groan. Mrs. Jackson sat me back down. I could tell she was conflicted on what to do. I heard somethings but I was too focused on the pain. Tony walked over to me and tried to explain something, but I couldn't hear much.
"Peter, can you hear me?" Tony asked, concern all over his face.
"When I focus on you. Can I go to sleep?" I whispered.
"Not yet. I'm worried you might have a concussion." Mrs. Jackson interjected.
I nodded my head, but black started to swim around again. Sleep sounds nice. But I can't Tony asked me to stay awake. But it hurts so much. I think I heard someone talking but I want to stay awake. Tony walked back over to me.
"Peter, focus on me. Can you hear me right now?" he questioned, when I nodded my head he continued.
"Bruce is here. We are going to take you to the med bay at the tower. Is that alright?" Tony finished.
I couldn't respond, so I nodded my head yes. After that, Tony and Bruce carefully transferred me to a stretcher. I felt something wet on my face. I think it was some tears. I finally gave into the pain, and passed out.
~Tony's POV~
I can't believe that asshole would dare hurt my son. I hate seeing Peter in so much pain. It must hurt him a lot if he complained about it. When Bruce got here, I was glad that we could finally get Peter somewhere that can actually help him. His ribs are more than likely broken, he might have a concussion, and the ribs could have punctured a lung. We wouldn't know anything until we got to the tower. I nearly had a heart attack when I learned he passed out from the pain. I need him to be okay.
"Bruce, he's going to be okay, right?" I was nearly in tears.
"If we can get him back to the tower, he will be." Bruce told me.
"You must really love this kid, huh?" I heard Bruce ask.
"He's like a son to me. I don't know what I would do without him. I quit drinking for him. I got on a better sleep schedule for him too. When we were in that nurse's office, he called me dad. I was so happy. I can't lose him, I can't."
"You won't Tony. Trust me. Peter will be fine."
~TIME SKIP~
~Peter's POV~
I could hear things before I could see them. I could hear people down the hall, and I could hear someone breathing in the room with me. It was then that I realized the pain in my chest. My eyes flashed opened then immediately shut back from the bright lights.
"FRI, dim the lights. Activate sensory overload protocol." Someone said.
I heard someone moving about the room, but I didn't know who. I felt the person put some earplugs in my ears. I felt a dip in the bed I was on, so I assume that the person sat down beside me. My senses finally calmed down and I could see that I was in a hospital room at the tower. I could also see that the person was Tony. I went to lean into him, but the pain in my chest kept me from doing so.
"Peter, are you okay?" Tony asked.
"Yeah. My chest doesn't hurt as much as it did before." I replied.
"I'm going to get Bruce in here. Is that okay?"
I just nodded and shut my eyes. The door opened and then closed, so Bruce must have entered the room. Bruce and Tony talked in the corner for a minute. Normally I would've been able to hear them, but I didn't want to so I sounded like humming.
"How are you feeling, Peter?" Bruce questioned.
"Ok. I'm just tired." I responded.
"Do you mind if I have a look at your chest?" I shook my head no.
I let him look me over, knowing I would be fine in a few hours or so. I then remembered what I said to Tony. I admitted to not eating as much as I should have been, and I called him dad. Great, just great. He did have a great reaction to the dad part, he called me his son. I would have to talk to him in a bit.
"Everything is healing nicely. I still don't want you to do anything strenuous for a few days. The school will think you will be out for two weeks. Those two weeks you will be here. No ifs, ands, or buts. Understand?" Bruce explained.
"Yeah. Has anyone told Aunt May?" I inquired.
"I called her when Bruce took you into surgery. She said that you are to stay here, she will be here in a few hours, and that she loves you." Tony spoke up.
"Everyone is worried about you. Would you like them to see that you are fine, or would you like to sleep some more?" Bruce continued.
"Let them come in." was my response.
It was weird seeing the Avengers so worried, especially when that worry is directed at me. Natasha looks like she has been crying, the rest of them don't look much better. I asked them about if they've been saving cats from trees or taking down HYDRA bases.
"No, all of that could wait. We stayed with you." Clint admitted.
"Ты нас всех волновал, бэби паук. Я даже плакала, и ты знаешь, что я не плачу." Natasha said.
She's been teaching me Russian, so I knew the basics of what she said. A rough translation was, 'You had us all worried, baby spider. I even cried, and you know I don't cry.' I was surprise that Nat cried because of me.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you guys." I apologized.
"It's not your fault Peter. Anyways, this kid won't be bothering you or anyone else anytime soon." Steve replied.
"Oh no. What did you guys do?" I whined.
"We just gave him a talk into. Don't worry about it." Tony quickly tried to reassure me.
I don't say anything else because I know they won't tell me what they actually did to him. I'm just happy I won't have to worry about Flash anymore. My family is amazing sometimes. I started to doze off.
"I love you guys." I muttered, sleep working its way to me.
"We love you too." They all chorused back. With that I fell asleep.
AN: This chapter was requested by Broken Silhouettes. I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. Thank you for reading, reviewing, and requesting. ~Ariel
