This is somewhere in between a fight scene in Infinity War where Peter's trapped and hurt.

"Mr Stark?" Peter whispered in the intercom, painstakingly waiting for a response, which didn't come. "Tony!" He said a little louder, but no so loud as to attract attention.

When no one replied, he leaned back against the car he'd been hiding behind with his right hand pressed against his shoulder blade.

"Karen? How long's it been?" He said, closing his eyes from the pain.

"It has been an hour, Peter. You should look to get medical attention." Karen advised.

Peter scoffed, "does it look like-" he stopped himself and shook his head, leaning it forwards against his left hand in panic. "I don't know where they are. Do you?" He asked, turning his head to see straight through the car, but no sign of anyone moving, or his teammates.

"No. I have lost connection." Karen told him, and at that moment, he wanted to start crying. He was bleeding, there was a bullet in his shoulder somewhere, and he didn't know where anyone else was. And to top it off, Karen kept telling him to 'get medical attention'.

He stopped a cough when he heard something move to his left. Before he could turn his head, the figure appeared. He moved both hands up before he saw it was.

"Easy! Easy! It's me! Ant-Man." Scott whispered proudly, his eyes widening at the sight of Peter. "You're the small dude who took me down."

Peter stared at him in surprise before he spoke, "yeah." Was all he managed to say.

"Yeah, yeah, Spider-Kid." Scott said, eyeing Peter's injury.

"Spider-Man," Peter corrected, because he was on the news a lot and so, was it so hard for everyone to get the name right instead of adding any random word after Spider? Seriously?

Scott nodded his head, "right. Spider-Man." He continued nodding until the nodding slowly turned into a discontented head shake, "wouldn't kid be better? I mean you're a child."

"Wouldn't it be better if you stopped talking?" Peter said harshly, wincing as he brought up his other hand to his shoulder.

Scott looked at him suspiciously, "where are the others?"

"Does it look like I know? Would I be-"

"Sorry! Calm down. Is that-you get a cut?" Scott said, looking at the shoulder again.

"I got shot." He said, but none of his anger seemed to be showing because of how quiet they had to speak.

Scott's eyes widened, "shot? What the-let me see." He offered, moving closer while Peter fidgeted away. "Spider, let me see!" He demanded worriedly.

"I don't even know you. I'm not letting you see anything." Peter frowned, and he could hear how rude and defensive he sounded but he was in pain, and that was a good enough excuse in his mind.

Scott sighed, "I know how to take care of this sort of stuff." He said, raising his eyebrows. "I was in-"

Peter shook his head, "you nearly killed me last time you touched me." He said in the loudest whisper-volume there was.

"We were fighting on different-" he stopped talking and looked down, "maybe what I did was a little reckless." He said, "but we're on the same team today. Let me see." He said, and Peter looked away from him and then nodded. .

"Is it still bleeding?" Peter asked, looking away from the wound as Scott touched around it.

"Yes. Wearing red makes it hard to tell though, Spidey, ever consider changing colours?" He asked, taking out something from his pocket.

Peter shook his head 'no', "that's the whole point. Your enemies can't see." Peter explained, and Scott looked up to him like he'd said something mind-blowing.

"Okay then." Scott mumbled in response, pressing something against the bullet-wound. "I have a daughter." He said dumbly, trying his hardest to relate to the teenager.

Peter looked up, "really?". He asked, but he already knew the answer.

They looked at each other before Scott spoke, "uh, yeah." He confirmed, "she's a lot younger than you though. I haven't seen her in a while." He said, looking past Peter and at the car as he got lost in deep thoughts.

"Hey, Ant-Guy." Peter waved his hand in front of Scott, who looked up instantly as he snapped out of this thoughts.

Scott frowned, "isn't it hard to breathe in that thing?" He pointed at the mask. "It's all stuck to your face."

Peter's eyes narrowed, "no. I can breathe just fine."

"Okay." He said, sighing and sitting back against the car with Peter as they both waited. He was just trying to make conversation, and Peter was making things very hard.

'Feeling uncomfortable' was an understatement for Peter. He hardly knew this guy, and the only time they'd met was when they were on opposite teams and trying to hurt each other.

"Can I at least know your name?" He turned to look at Peter as he asked the question in a way that made it sound like he'd put a lot of thought into it.

"No." Peter said quickly, "I'm not telling you my name." He had a shiver down in his spine and then a jolt of pain in his shoulder and squinted.

"This is-that's-how about we exchange names?" Scott offered, raising his eyebrows.

Peter looked at him incredulously, "that doesn't even make-you're not a secret. Everyone knows who you are."

Scott scoffed, "that's not-that's not true. You don't." He pointed out with a smirk.

"Scott Lang." Peter said, smiling under the suit because the hours of memorising the Avengers files that Tony made him study had finally came in handy. "And you just told me you have a daughter. Her name's Cassie."

"I didn't tell you her name, smarty-pants." He said as if he'd been attacked.

Peter nodded, "it's all in your file."

"My file? I have a file?" He moved closer towards Peter, who leaned a little backwards. He thought about it for a second, "what else does it say?" He asked in a hurry.

Peter exhaled, "I don't know, can you just-just fly out in your little Ant suit and get us out?" Peter asked, because he really was in no mood to start discussing Ant-Man's life while he was possibly dying.

"No, I can't. It's broken." Scott said disappointedly.

"Broken? Aren't you kinda screwed then?"

"Oh, thanks for reminding me." Scott said mimicking him, leaning back against the car and poking his head outwards to the left. "These damn things - I don't even know where the hell they are." He said as he pulled himself back in next to Peter.

Peter looked down, "we can't get out." He realised, holding the back of his head with his hand. "We'll die here-"

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves here." He said, sharing a glance with Peter, who was shaking his head in fear.

"What if they're all dead?" He said as his breathing got louder, "that's why no one's here." He said, his voice breaking out of a whisper for half a second.

"Spider, quiet! They're not dead." Scott reassured him, and he wasn't sure himself but the last thing he needed was a scared child in his hands. "You're shivering." He said, moving closer to inspect the wound he'd patched up and cringing.

"What? What-what is it?" Peter stammered with a hoarse voice.

He sounded worse already. "Little man, you okay?" Scott asked as Peter's breathing started to get uneven.

Peter opened his mouth to cough and Scott quickly moved in and put his own hand over his mouth. It was still pretty loud, but they'd been in the same position for half an hour and nothing had seemed to happen.

"Do you think you can move? We could try get to the last place I saw-"

Scott's suggestion was cut off by a huge crash right behind their car. He put on his mask quickly and mumbled a curse under his breath before moving to guard Peter. "We gotta go, Spider-Man." He stated, looking ahead at a smashed building. "Take cover in there." He said, looking back and calculating the distance. "It'll take about-" he shook his head, "-ten minutes, that leaves us in the open for two of them because the cars-"

Another closer crash disrupted his calculations. He exhaled, "okay, Thanos' army's gonna find us if we don't move." He looked at Peter, who was leaning back against in the car and barely awake.

"I ca-can't move." Peter muttered, tightly shutting his eyes because of the pain. The pain was agonising - he couldn't even move his left arm anymore.

Scott looked up over through the window and then ducked down, "Spidey, I have not got time for you to go all suicidal, come on!" He urged, motioning Peter to move. Peter just stared ahead, and Scott put one hand on his head.

He secured his helmet and clenched his fists, glancing inside the car they'd been hiding behind. He nodded his head, "we can do this." He assured himself, stepping over Peter as he crouched down and opened the car door. No keys. "Seriously!" He shouted, "you take the keys? What the hell are you gonna do with the keys!" He yelled, shaking his head as he tried to hot-wire it.

It started. "You can get in this, can't you?" He looked at Peter as popped his head out of the window. "I know, I know it's painful but just two minutes." He said, "there's probably something…useful in there." He squinted as he looked at the building.

Peter frowned, "no."

"No? That wasn't a question." Scott said irritatedly, opening the door and stepping out. He grabbed Peter's right arm and moved him out of the way, opening the back door, then helped him up - he was unusually light. He pushed Peter into the backseat and shut the door quickly, hurrying to the front seat.

The car practically skidded in front of the entrance within a minute. Scott looked to the backseat to check on Peter, before getting out and then pulling Peter out. On the plus side, the car was half-way inside the building so dodging the bullets was easier.

Peter was practically unconscious by the time they were out. Scott was dragging Peter across the first floor. He looked around and spotted the elevator. He grunted, walking as fast as he could with Peter on his side.

They entered swiftly and then the doors closed. Scott tapped his foot on the floor, waiting impatiently for the elevator to go to the sixth floor. "Before my intercom went out-" he looked over to his unconscious young friend and stopped talking. "We'll take care of you, little dude."

The elevator opened and Scott jumped backwards with a cuss.

Peter Quill and Gamora stood in front of them, pointing unusually bright weapons at Scott. Quill gasped at the sight of Peter, and then stared angrily at Scott. "You killed the baby Spider?" He scowled, getting closer with his gun.

"Kill? Are you-I didn't kill anyone. He's still alive!" Scott retaliated, trying to look away from Gamora, because he wasn't the one who was going to ask why she was green.

Quill's eyed widened, "oh, so you were planning to finish him off here?" He nodded as Gamora looked over at him.

"No! Who even are you?" Scott asked, clearly annoyed. "He's dying, and he needs help." He urged, and Quill looked over to Gamora suspiciously, who nodded. They lowered their weapons while Quill looked at Scott with narrow eyes, leading them in. "How many of you are here?" Scott asked as Gamora went to the other side to help Peter in.

Quill shook his head, "there were more. Some guy named Sam Wilkinson and this other guy - Iron Man - he went to look for this guy." He vaguely motioned his head towards Peter.

"Sam Wilson." Scott corrected after Quill finished.

"What?"

"His name's Sam Wilson." Scott said as they reached one of the office rooms. The window was smashed in and there was a huge glass spaceship there. Scott stared at it with his mouth open, "is that a-"

"It's mine." Quill raised his eyebrows, focusing on Peter. They laid him down on the floor and Quill frowned, "that doesn't look, buddy." He said, running to his ship to get his med kit.

"I am Groot." Groot stated, appearing from behind the ship.

Scott moved back, "is that-is that a talking tree?" He stammered, his eyes widening as Groot started walking closer and he unconsciously started moving backwards.

Quill and Gamora were busy working on Peter, "that's Groot, not just a 'talking tree'". Quill imitated Scott in a high-pitched tone.

"Is he okay?" Scott asked, kneeling down next to the three. Quill shook his head.

"I have to stitch him up - and the Iron dude is still looking for him out there." He said, glancing out the window. "Poor little guy." He said, "do you think he can breathe in that thing?" He asked, looking up at Gamora.

Gamora frowned, "yeah." She said, pulling her hand away from over his mouth. "Should we take it off, just in case?" She asked.

"Actually, I don't think he wants that." Scott pointed out, and they both looked up at him. "He doesn't want anyone to know who he is." He justified when they gave 'a' look.

Gamora sighed and rolled her eyes, "he'll make an exception - it's not like we'll see him again." She said, feeling around his neck for the mask until she found it.

Scott stared in anticipation, and Quill looked at him. "He might not want you to see though." He said, motioning for Scott to move.

Scott scoffed, "are you serious? I'm trying to help too." He complained.

Quill pursed his lips, "you're the one who told us, so you obviously haven't seen him."

"Okay, I don't know who you think you are, but you're not as high and mighty-"

"Yes, because being a grown man dressed as an Ant is so much better?" Quill remarked, and Scott was ready to get physical when they heard a gasp.

Gamora instantly took her hands away from his mask, "he's waking up." She stated as they watched him wince and flail his hands.

"Calm down!" Quill shouted, grabbing his hands. "We're your friends. We know your other friend…", Quill's eyes narrowed as he tried to think if the name.

Gamora stared at him and scoffed, "Iron Ma-"

"Iron Man." Quill said quickly, and Gamora shook her head, "your friend, Iron Man." He warned.

Peter was wheezing, he couldn't see straight and there were random voices in the background - voices he didn't recognise. The pain from his shoulder had spread to his neck, and he was finding it difficult to breathe.

"-Peter, he's hurt!" Someone shouted. Whose hurt? Peter thought, he turned his head to see three people. A pretty, strange green lady, a man who was frowning at him and shaking his head, and then Scott standing behind them like he'd been excluded.

"Peter!" The lady shouted, but she wasn't looking at him.

"Yeah?" Peter managed to say, and they all looked at him closely.

"Can you talk?" The green lady was hovering over him.

"I can't breathe." He said, his hands moving to press his wound.

The other man moved closer, "don't press it too hard, you'll make it worse." He warned, "and you have a head injury."

"A what?" Peter said between a cough. A head injury? Karen would've caught that. Why didn't Karen catch that?

"Peter, you're not a doctor." Gamora said before anyone even moved.

"Why-why do you keep s-saying my name?" Peter asked in frustration. She kept saying "Peter" but everything she said afterwards made no sense to him.

Once again, all three faces looked at him in fascination. "Peter's your name?" Quill asked in excitement, his face lighting up in the dire situation.

"Did Mr Stark tell you?" He asked, and Quill smiled proudly.

"That." Quill stated, "is awesome!" He said, and Gamora rolled her eyes.

"Congratulations, you share a name with someone." She said sarcastically, putting something under Peter's head while Quill frowned.

"You're only saying that because you'd never find anyone here named 'Gamora'." He said, putting emphasis on her name.

Peter looked at them both with a confused expression, of course they couldn't see, but he felt very out of place at that moment. He had so many questions - why 'Gamora' was green, why this other man was named Peter and what he was doing here, and why Ant-Man was wandering around behind them picking up unusual things.

"I-I have to go." Peter said, trying to get up, because laying down on the floor was getting uncomfortable.

He fidgeted back against the wall and Gamora and Quill helped him lean against the wall. Peter looked at the other Peter and watched him look down at one of his electronic devices - except this wasn't anything he recognised. "You won't be going anywhere, Peter." He said, and Gamora cringed when Quill said his own name with a smug smile.

"Do you have to make things a hundred times more awkward than they have to be? Can't you be serious for once?" She scowled, shaking her head and getting up to head for the ship. Quill frowned, watching her leave.

"Don't move anything!" He said as he watched her ruffle around his corner. He turned back to face Peter, "that's my ship." He said proudly, "she just gets cranky sometimes, don't mind her." He explained, and Peter nodded understandingly, except this wasn't what he really wanted answered.

Scott came out from behind the ship, "how have you been communicating with them?" He asked, directing the question towards Quill.

"Can you just sit somewhere and stop talking?" Quill answered, and Peter pursed his lips, looking away from Scott, who raised his eyebrows.

"You're wasting time. I know a lot about-"

"We'll live." Gamora shouted from inside the ship, and Scott marched out of the room with a determined look on his face. Peter watched him leave and then looked back down at his shoulder which was covered in bandage now.

"Peter!" Peter looked up to see his name-sharing friend waving his hand in front of his face. "We really need to get you to a doctor."

"Karen, gimme an update." Peter said quietly, wincing in pain.

"Karen? There's no Karen-"

"The artery was not hit, Peter, the bandage should suffice for an hour. Your best course of action would be getting it checked as soon as possible." Karen advised.

Peter rolled his eyes, "Karen, if you say that one more time-I can't get anywhere." He nearly yelled, closing his eyes. "An hour's not enough. What do I-what can I do?" He asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"The blood loss is extensive, Peter, over two hours have already passed." Karen warned, and Peter threw his head back against the wall. "An infection is imminent."

Peter's eyes darted across the ceiling, "realistically, how long do we have?" He frowned, trying to get his breathing under control.

"Peter, who are you talking to?" Quill asked, "are you hallucinating?" He came closer and Peter put up both hands to keep him away.

"My AI." He said, and Quill gave him an impressed look.

"Like I said, an hour."

"Right, but-"

"You are already showing signs of an infection, Peter, I would recommend-"

"Getting medical attention, I know." He said loudly and clearly irritated, looking down at his bandage which was showing a glimpse of red now. "I'm gonna die in a corporate building." He said in realisation. "Surrounded by people who I don't even know." He started thinking about May and how worried she'd be right now.

Quill looked up from his little device, "don't be dramatic, you're not gonna die. I've seen injuries like that." He said, "you're probably good for a few hours."

"I'm not 'good' for a few hours, I'm about to die!" Peter said, "and this mask!" He shouted, clawing it off from his face. He lied, it did 'stick' to his face.

"How old are you?" Quill asked in a shocked tone when he saw his face. Gamora glanced at him and then turned to take a closer look from inside the ship.

"Seventeen." Peter said confidently, and Quill gave him a 'seriously?' look. "Fifteen."

"That's young. When I was your age-"

Peter rolled his eyes knowing where this was going, "you were in school working hard-"

"I was surrounded by freaks training me to fight or die." Quill interrupted, and Peter's eyes widened.

"Really?" He asked, and this time he meant it, because he had no idea who this 'Peter' was.

Quill nodded, "really."

"Where are you from?" Peter asked, because Earth was definitely not the place to find people like Gamora and the moving tree in the back that he was trying to ignore.

Quill smiled, "not from here. We're Guardians of the Galaxy." He said proudly, and then the movie-like moment was interrupted. "Well, I mean I'm from Earth. I got taken by a spaceship when I was young but this is the first time I've been back for like 20 years." He explained, rubbing his forehead.

"Nice to meet you, Peter." Peter said with a brief smile, because it felt like just sharing a name was enough to connect with someone.

"Where are you from?" Quill asked to keep the conversation going and to keep young Peter from panicking.

Peter opened his mouth to answer but it broke into a cough. He squinted and looked up to see Quill with worry all over his face.

"Little man, you're coughing blood." He said as he frowned and that was the moment Peter was regretting the suit being red, because it made it so much harder to tell where and how he was injured. In fact, he was regretting a lot of things now.

He frowned, quickly putting on the mask again. "Karen." He said, his voice breaking. Gamora and Scott both looked up from what they were doing and watched in anticipation. "Send May the message."

"Peter you are very much alive. This would cause her distress."

"Her? I'm the one in-" he fidgeted again when there was another jolt of pain. He wanted his arm to be numb, but it was just getting more painful.

"Shoulder injuries are actually some of the most painful, Peter."

"Thanks. Thank you, for that useless point, Karen, are you dying too?" He remarked, watching his vitals in front of him on the screen. His heart rate was starting to slow down, and that was never a good sign.

He sniffed and watched the three gather in front of him. "Peter, you're breathing too slow." Quill said, as if Peter was the one doing something wrong.

He closed his eyes, too tired to reply. Scott, Gamora and Quill started murmuring in the back about how best to handle the situation. Scott kept bringing up the fact that he "had a daughter" and that he was the only "mature adult" in the group.

He was so close to falling asleep, despite Karen's warnings that he might not be able to wake up, but it was the huge crash through the enormous room window that startled him.

He looked up in fear and watched as the galactic structure made its way towards him. All he could do was push himself back against the wall, because moving out the way was out of the question. His breath was caught in his throat, and he watched the others scramble to the side and shout at Peter. Quill grabbed his right arm, only to be pushed violently aside by the monster. It clawed at Peter.

"Hey!" Peter screamed as he was dragged across the small place and then lifted up into the air. He was going to die. "Let g-let go!" He closed his eyes as he was about to be smashed into the floor, or through the floor.

He ended up on the floor with a thud, and people screaming in the background. He was expecting more but opened his eyes to see the thing crackle with two suits flying around it.

"Internal injuries detected."

"Peter?" A concerned voice asked as his vision blurred. He wheezed and felt a burning sensation in his chest before he blacked out.

When he woke up, it wasn't how he expected. It wasn't a hospital, and there was a lot of arguing in the background before he even opened his eyes.

Something jerked him and he opened his eyes in fear when he snapped out of it. He could feel tears building up and he looked around instantly.

"-strategy is what got us-"

"Wrong?" He could tell that was Tony, and he sounded furious, "I don't see you coming up with anything remotely-"

"Is that so? Who suggested the first idea?" And that was Steve Rogers.

"The idea we didn't use?"

He couldn't see them in sight. They were standing somewhere behind him and he was getting impatient.

"Peter, you're awake." Karen said, and not only was she pretty late in detecting that, but he was wandering why he still had it on.

He winced when he tried to move and looked up at Tony moving around him as he and Steve stopped arguing.

"Peter, stay still." Tony ordered, and Peter stopped moving and laid his head back. "How're you feeling? Do you wanna take the mask off?"

Peter looked at Tony in confusion. "Yeah." He said, his voice raspy. "Where are we?" He asked quietly when there was another rocking movement.

"Not a hospital. Not where you should be." Tony replied, saying the second statement in a quieter and more disappointed tone.

"But I'm okay?" He asked, squinting when he took a big breath.

He heard someone move in the back before Tony replied, "you broke a few ribs but Bruce took the bullet out." He said, and Peter stared at him while he said it.

He shook his head, "that's it?". Of course he was glad he was alive, but that didn't feel like a "few" broken ribs.

"Why?" Tony sounded surprised. "What were you expecting? You should be glad you're okay." He raised his voice with each question defensively.

Peter saw a flash of concern and anger. "Yeah, yeah." He nodded, "you're right." He said, not wanting to make a fuss.

"You should be glad." Tony repeated, and Peter nodded.

"I am."

Tony sat down next to him and ran his hand over his face. "I can send you back." He said after a few minutes of deep thoughts.

"Send me back? Back where?" Peter asked in concern, now happy that the mask was still on because Tony wouldn't be able to see him nearly cry every time he moved.

"You know where." Tony crossed his arms, leaning back against his chair as if he was talking to a young child.

Peter's eyes widened in sadness, and he looked at the ceiling to gather his thoughts. "No. No, you asked me if I-"

"It doesn't matter." Tony cut in, "look how badly you got hurt." He continued, voice shaking as he scrunched up his fists in the air. Of all people, Peter was the one he was trying his best to protect and who ended up getting hurt the worst.

"You said I was fine." Peter argued - he felt horrible but no way was he going back to Queens while everyone was here fighting the bad guys.

Tony scoffed, "fine? I never said fine. I said you will be okay, not that you're-this is irrelevant-"

"I can't go back!" Peter said loudly, moving up against wherever he was so that he could sit up.

"Stop that." Tony put out his hand to stop him moving, "and you are going back. You're only sixteen-"

"Mr Stark, I can't go back." Peter repeated, and Tony watched as he took of his mask to reveal his face.

"Looking at your face won't change my decision."

"It's not your decision, it's mine." Peter said harshly. He was old enough to make his own decisions, or so he thought, and what he wanted was to stay.

Tony smiled with pursed lips briefly, "you're not understanding me-"

"Do you not want me here?" Peter asked with sadness in his voice. He wasn't ignorant - he knew that wasn't it, and he felt bad for twisting Tony's words, but he really didn't want to go back.

Tony seemed surprised, "no. That's not-you know that's not-stop doing that." He stammered, "I like you being by my side."

Peter exhaled, "then let me stay."

"But, but I'm not going to let you die just because I enjoy your company." He said, because even though it was nice having him swing around and babble things in the intercom that no one understood, he wasn't going to be the one to tell May that he got her nephew killed.

"I'll stay close." Peter offered.

Peter stared at him and furrowed his brows, "you're always supposed to stay close, that's not the part up for discussion."

"Okay. So I get another chance."

"Peter-"

"I'll stay off side, only come in when I need to and not leave the group." He offered, smiling in anticipation.

Tony nodded, "okay. Yeah, we can work that out."

"Really?" Peter said in a high-pitched tone. He expected another half an hour worth of arguing before reaching this point.

"Unless you-"

"Nope. I'm-I'm good." He said, and Tony grinned at him, tapping the bed before getting up. "I'll send the other Peter guy in. He wanted to see how things were as well."

"Okay."

Again, thanks for reading and reviewing! This was for a prompt by BeautifulKnight. And it took me a while - I feel like I dragged it out in the end..

So I don't know a lot about Infinity War and Thanos so excuse any errors (does he still have a Chitauri army?) ! Anyways, Peter Quill in Homecoming 2 would be amazing imo - esp because Iron Man won't be (sad news, I know!)

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