As the plane flew into landing, Peter began to stir in Tony's arms which were wrapped protectively around the small spiderling.

Peter let out a sort of whine as he began to awaken as pain ripped through out his body, he could feel every cut that had scabbed over crack slightly and allow fresh blood to run down his cheeks ,arms ,back , chest and legs. His bones ached and he felt pressure on some of his bruises, all the pain combined with an engine vibrating shaking him around slightly, causing more pain to him, he didn't like it and he just wanted it to stop.

Tears began to fall down his cheeks mixing with the blood. He blinked open his eyes and looked up to see he was being carried in the arms of Mr Stark, who was cradling Peter gently.

Tony notices that peters awake and looks at him, then realizing he's crying, he tries to help " hey kiddo, we're almost at the compound, it's okay don't cry, your safe, we'll take you back and get you all cleaned and patched up, okay, we're going to make sure something like this never happens to you ever again"

The plane landed gently and the Avengers waited as Tony carried Peter and Bruce followed closely behind ready to treat his patient, Tony took long strides trying to carefully reach the medical wing as fast as possible.

With Tony's fast pace they reach the medical wing within seconds and place Peter on one of the beds, Bruce begins his work immediately, starting by cutting away the remaining fabric of his suit. And then getting him to an x-ray machine, to better assess the damage

Because of the healing factor, most of the bones had been healed however it had obviously stopped working at some point as some were only minimally healed, this was clearly to do with lack of food banner had observed as he noted how thin Peter was.

The rest of the Avengers waited outside the medical wing, Wanda and Pietro standing huddled together, Wanda looked concerned and Pietro could be heard whispering in Siberian to her and she was visibly relaxing. Steve was sitting on a chair head in his hands, shield leaning against his leg and bucky in the chair next to him deep in thought. Natasha and Clint were discussing the Quinnjet as a distraction. Vision was hovering next to Rodey and Sam.

It had been about an hour and a very pale Tony stepped out of the room Peter was in.

Steve immediately stood up to talk to Tony.

" Stark, how is he? "

" he'll be alright, Banner thinks it'll take him a while to fully recover, as he hasn't been eating properly and he has enhanced metabolism it's slowed down his healing, we need to feed him a little at first because he won't be used to an excessive about of food. "

" we'll all be here to support him, he's lost everything, most of us know how that feels, you saw how wanda was, she knew just what to do, Pietro as well, all of us really."

" I know, it hurts me to see him that way, I swore I'd keep him safe, I built his suit and put in all these safety protocols but I couldn't help him when he seriously needed it"

Everyone was listening, and they watched as Tony's knees visibly buckled beneath him. Steve noticed too and as Tony began to fall to his knees in shame and mystery, the captain caught him by putting his hands underneath his arms and lowering him gently to the ground.

" it's okay Stark, he's safe now, he's getting the treatment he needs and we're all going to help out."

Tony nodded, shaking slightly as Steve held out a hand that Tony took, using it to pull himself up.

" I'm going to stay with him, so he'll have a familiar face when he wakes. "

He wiped his eyes and turned to open the door and left the ready of the Avengers looking expectantly at Steve waiting for orders...