He is here. He is safe. He is away from Hydra. Now all he has to do is recover. The plane ride was silent except for the occasional sound of Bruce humming as he checked over Peter.

Everyone was just filled with worry over the boy they couldn't help but watch as Bruce do it. They never wanted Peter out of their sight ever again. Tony especially.

Bruce looked over the boy he called a nephew and couldn't help the regretful sigh he let out. He has scars...physical scars. Peter has never had a scar since his mutation even after drastic injuries, but Hydra gave him scars.

"What is it?" Tony noticed the sigh and stared questioningly at the man examining his boy

"Scars" Bruce whispered and slowly rotated Peter's arms to reveal the sickening long scar that went from the bottom of his wrist to mid forearm

So many thoughts ran through their mind of how Peter earned those scars. Neither of them were pleasant but then again...anything that associate's itself with Hydra isn't pleasant at all.

"He is severely underweight but not as bad as it should be but i can't run any more tests until we get to medbay and i get all of the entries they have on him"

Bruce then let Tony and Steve surround their child as he sent preparations to the tower. Tony grabbed one of Peter's hand and use the other to brush back his hair. He looked up at his husband and caught the glistening of his eyes.

They were whole again. They were a family again. Everything will be fine now because they have their kid back. Peter is back

"Come on sweetheart, wake up"

Steve whispered and gave Peter's temple a lingering kiss. They were gone be alright.

Tony squeezed the rag over the bowl letting the excess water spoil out before rubbing it carefully against his son's skin. The dirt was a little tough to get off but he was rewarded with his son's clean and soft skin.

Tony stopped for a quick second to stare at his son. He's back...he is safe. He is not in Hydra's clutches anymore. But the beeping noise besides him and the fact the his son is in...a coma, sort of placed that last thought down.

Tony sighed and gave his son a kiss on his temple feeling his gentle heartbeat beneath.

"Peter please wake up"

The Man of Iron paused for just a moment hoping, just hoping, that his son would complied to his pleading request; but nothing had happened, Peter is really in a coma. He sighed defeatedly and continue to wash his boy making sure that he tried to wash away all of the torture Hydra had put him through.

It was silent. Dreadfully silent and they all hated it. Peter would especially, immediately declaring that the silence would be filled with a movie night and everyone would be invited...including May.

But that was before he got kidnapped by Hydra. That was before the vigorous torture they executed on him. The was before they broke him out and he ended up in a coma.

Bucky especially hated this, this was where he once were. The aftermath of what they had done to him. When he stared at Peter's lying form on that medical bed he saw a glimpse of himself.

Shaking his head clear he stepped inside the room and slowly made next to the sleeping boy carefully dragging his right hand over the covers confirming that this Peter is real and not a fragment of his imagination, even if they went through all of the fighting to get him back.

Bucky didn't talk for the most part, and if he were honest to himself he didn't want to be here. This brings back many unwanted memories but Tony and Steve had requested, almost pleaded, that Barnes was to watch over the boy while the others weren't present to -deep down a part of Bucky wanted to watch the boy, to keep him safe at all times.

Feeling the weight on his left arm Bucky was brought back into reality. He knew how sensitive Peter's skin is and the worn out medical blanket won't help it. So Bucky, as quickly as he can, got rid of the medical blanket and placed the new blanket securely over Peter. Tucking him in as if he was a five year old child again.

"You have all of us worried buddy...you have to wake up now"

Bucky sat in the chair besides the bed and continued to stare at Peter. He looked so peaceful but he knew that deep down a battle waged on and whoever won will be the one who gets to wake up.

This is the first time that Steve was alone with Peter. Granted not the very first time, but after the Hydra incident this is the very first time he was alone with his son. Tony was given a sedative (complimentary of Bruce) to rest for the first time in a while so Steve was here to keep and eye on his son.

Making his way over to the chair he sat down and watched him. Peter was starting to gain his natural color back and the hollowed parts of him seemed to get fuller, but there was a limit as to what medical uses can do.

Steve hated this. He hated the situation that Peter is in. His son shouldn't be in a coma, he should be awake and lively.

But that wasn't reality at the moment so Steve grabbed Peter's hand and whispered with sorrow in his voice

"Please wake up"

Bruce wasn't surprised when he saw the mechanic next to his son's bed on his regular check up. Making his was next to his nephew he checked his current state and wrote it down. Once finished he planned to make his leave but was stopped by the exhausted filled voice.

"Why isn't he waking up Bruce?"

Bruce sighed and turned around to the father whose eyes were trained only on his son.

"There could be numerous reasons Tony: Hydra could've done something to him, his body could've been overworked for far too long and finally crash, or he just simply doesn't want to wake up"

The sudden painful silence was interrupted but a rapid beeping that indicated the acceleration of Peter's heart. Running back to Peter's side Bruce hit a button and in swarmed a bunch of nurses and other doctors.

Tony was pushed back and escorted who with ice in his veins, with the only thing he processed was Bruce yells out Code Blue.

When Sam and Rhodey came back from their mission. They never expected to be welcomed with the solemn attitude. They also never expected that the youngest member of their family to be in a coma. A coma that they could've prevent if that were just there.

Rhodey was first, once he learned of the news he quickly made his way to his nephew and stop abruptly at the sudden sight. He wasn't informed of the setback peter had occurred. The ventilator filled the silence painfully. And Rhodey had to keep the tears at bay.

He walked in and sat slowly next to his nephew, heart breaking and tears forming. He couldn't say anything. He was silent for words and he desperately wanted to say something. Something for his loving nephew, but nothing came out.

When Rhodey couldn't take it anymore he got up and quickly got out of the room disappearing in the amount of paperwork where he can forget about the horrible reality for just one second.

Sam thought he was ready for it. He thought that he would be strong enough to see the young boy at his worst but my god. He wasn't.

Peter was so small and so...hurt. Sam felt his breath get caught in his throat but continued to make his way next to the boy and sat down not trusting his legs.

"Hey Pete" Sam's airy laugh followed and he almost felt the tears pool over

"I'm back from the mission and wanted to come and see you...i-i…" clearing his throat he wiped his cheek clear of the tear the slipped and readjusted himself in the seat

"Sorry kid i'm stealing you thunder with nonsense rambling" Sam let out a light chuckle but then stopped at the silence he received

"I...I know that i always teased you and pick on you out of love but i swear Peter if you wake up, even if i get to hear your rambling and your nerdy self, I-I…." Sam let out a surprising sob and placed both of his hands on his mouth to prevent any others to slip out

"Peter, please wake up"

Sam calmed himself down and left the child. Wishing he could've done something, wishing he could've been there.

Natasha dreaded being in the room. Dreaded being in the same room as her son who is in a coma. But she wanted...needed to see him. To hold his hand and comfort him as best as she could.

As much as she prepared herself her walking faltered at the sight of Peter with a tube down his throat. Why couldn't it have been her? Why couldn't it have been her who is trained for these types of situations? Why Peter? Why her son?

"We're all waiting for you to wake up now my little spider"

Natasha sat back in the chair and stood her ground. Waiting for whatever it takes to see those big brown doe eyes again.

Everybody was stationed in the boy's room. None of them wanting to leave his side. Tony on Peter's right while Steve was on his left and everyone else was scattered around. Tony slipped his hand in Peter's and squeezed reassuring them both that he is here. But never would he guess the slight twitch of of his fingers to be his response.

"Bruce?!" Tony called for and quickly stood up hovering over his son

"What happened Tony?" Steve asked worried of his boy

"I felt him twitch his fingers, Peter? Peter are you awake?"

Bruce stupid next to Tony measuring his vitals and slowly the purple who quickly surrounded the bed saw the glazed over eyes that opened almost halfway and only stayed looking at the ceiling.

"Peter hey bud, you with me?"

"He's not gonna respond...this happens and he isn't responsive but this is a good sign to show how he is almost ready to wake up" they stayed open for a long short while and slowly closed

The hope that was in each and every one of them were growing tremendously and they all couldn't help a smile that grew on their face. Their boy was finally waking up.