The next day, as promised, Tony was in Peter's room the moment the teen woke up. Peter's chocolate puppy eyes flickered open and then snapped shut immediately when the bright sunlight streaming in through the blinds hit him. Peter frowned and groaned in annoyance. "Sorry Pete, I'll close them." Peter flinched at the voice, as he wasn't expecting anyone in his room right now. He did, however recognize it to be Tony.
The boy sensed through his eyelids that the room was now dim again, so he opened his eyes. Sure enough, there was Tony closing more blinds. "Bruce is going to be in here in a minute to give you a check-up. After all, you were unconscious for five days. You hungry Pete?" asked Tony. Peter slowly shook his head. "No, not really." Came the quiet reply. Tony frowned and pressed the back of his hand against Peters forehead. "You don't have a fever, are you sure you're not hungry?" Prodded Tony again, rather concerned. "No, really. I just don't have an appetite at all." Said Peter, as if there was nothing wrong with that. "Ok, that's fine for now, but mark my words little man, I'll be making you a feast later in the day, and you WILL eat it all." Said Tony, pointing at the teen. Peter just gazed at him with sleepy eyes as his eyelids began to droop. Tony's face softened. "oh, Pete, you gotta stay awake until Bruce gets here and gives you a little checkup, alright? Then you can sleep all you want."
Peter gave a great big yawn and asked, "Why am I so tired, I just slept the night." Peter moaned. "Pain killers are makin ya tired kid." Said Tony, while playing with one of Peter's stray curls. Just then, Bruce walked in, carrying his medical bag. "I just got done checking up on Scott, he should be out of bed in a week or so. Let's see about you, Peter." Bruce strapped a blood pressure band around Peter's limp, pale arm. He pumped it up and glanced at the number. "A bit low." He murmured. He then took his flashlight and prepared to shine it into his eyes. "Hey, Peter, open your eyes for me, ok?" The tired boy pried his eyes open and Bruce checked his pupils.
The doctor hurried through the rest of the checkup and said that Peter's ribs and burns were healing nicely. His legs would take a lot longer to heal and the teen would have to spend a week in a wheel chair, but he would be fine. However, his head was what Bruce was most worried about. There would be a scar on Peter's forehead from where the beam had made its deep gouge. The concussion was also very severe, so that was a worrisome. Bruce turned away and motioned for Tony to follow him a few steps away. "Have you noticed Peter being confused, or his speech being slurred at all? Anything different about him? His concussion is worrying me." The scientist asked. Tony's eyes widened in fear. "Uh, no…no…I mean I haven't really been paying attention, but I don't think so." He said. Just the thought of there being any permanent damage to the kid made his hands start to tremble. "Tony, tony, calm down. If you didn't notice anything with him right away, I'm sure he's ok. I'll ask him some simple questions just to make sure though," comforted Bruce.
"Hey guys, I know you're talking about me, might as well just say it in front of me if it's about my own health you know." Peter piped up from his bed. The two adults spun around. "Sorry kiddo, it's just like…adult…stuff." Tony said. "Brucie here is gonna ask you a few questions just to make sure that you're all good up in your noggin." Tony tapped Peter's forehead with a grin, but Peter could see concern his eyes. "Alright Peter, what's the atomic number for Rutherfordium?" Bruce asked, knowing that if Peter was fine, he would know the answer in a heartbeat. Peter turned a dazed look to Bruce and gave a lopsided smile. "Was…'tomic number?" He slurred. "Crap." Hissed Bruce. Tony looked like he just had a mini heart attack. "sh*t, sh*t, sh*t," Tony gasped hand over his heart. He then walked around the room, running his hands through his hair. "What do we do Bruce!? My kid's not ok! Oh god, Pete." Tony cried.
"Whoa, Whoa, Whoa guys." Bruce and Tony spun around to see Peter with his hands up in a defensive motion. "I was just joking, really, I'm fine. The atomic number for Rutherfordium is 104."
Bruce looked very relieved and annoyed at the same time. He walked out of the room, to check in on Scott again.
When Tony heard that it was just a joke, he nearly fainted from both relief and anger. "Ohhhkay. What the hell Peter!" Tony rubbed his hands over his face and groaned. "Never do that again kid or I swear…" Tony trailed off. Soon he was just overwhelmed with relief that his kid was actually going to be fine, to be mad. "Sorry dad." Peter mumbled. "No, it's…it's ok. I'm just glad you're going to be ok. Now I'm going to hit you up on what I said earlier. I'm making you the biggest meal you'll ever eat, and yes, you will eat all of it. Some superhero you would be if you didn't eat your veggies!" Tony exclaimed. Peter rolled his eyes, but in the end, agreed to eat whatever Tony would make him.
"It better be edible!" called out Peter as Tony waltzed out to make his lunch. He then winced as his yelling strained his broken ribs. Peter snatched his phone from the desk beside his bed and flicked it on. He turned on the camera on and switched it around to face himself. Peter's eyes widened when he saw himself. His skin was pale and he had dark bags under his eyes. Peter brushed his finger along the bandage on his head. Peter picked at the edge of the bandage and it slowly began to unravel. "This is stupid." He muttered to himself as he pulled the bandage off further. On and on it went. Then it fell off and Peter saw huge gash on his head. It still looked fresh and raw with the stitches straining to hold the flesh together. Peter sighed and silently willed his spider healing abilities to work faster.
Suddenly a thought came to his mind. "May!" did she know what happened? Surely the fact that the avengers compound had been blown up would be all over the new, right?She would be so worried! "I've ruined her vacation. The one time she gets to get away, I ruin it." Peter chastised himself.
Peter checked his texts and just saw the normal greetings from his aunt, asking how everything was going. No sign that she knew about anything that was going on. Peter supposed that that was good.
"Pete, you're not supposed to look at screens. Concussion safety buddy." Tony walked in with a platter of chicken and waffles, (he had remembered Peter's request for that meal from a few days ago) he had also added a bowl of fruit, carrots and humus, and a tall glass of milk. "Here you go kiddo, h…Pete why'd you take the bandage off?" Tony asked, setting down the platter.
Peter shrugged. "I dunno, why are you such a mother hen?" asked Peter. Tony squinted at the boy. "What does that…never mind. Anyway, you eat and I'll put that wrapping back on, deal?" Peter reached for his glass of milk and nodded while taking a big gulp. "Deal." He said, after wiping off his milk mustache. Tony chuckled at his kid. "Good."
I hope you guys didn't think that chapter was too boring. It's mostly just a fluffy filler chapter. Thank you to everyone left a review on any of my stories, it really means a lot. I'll update as soon as I get around to writing more! Happy reading