Sorry for taking so long thanks to everyone who reviewed, my grandpa is okay but life is still not going so well. It has gotten better and I hope that I can get the next chapter done much quicker.
I had to protect Bruce. It didn't matter that almost everything hurt, I had to stand up and protect Bruce. Ignoring the overwhelming pain, I slowly tried to get up onto my feet. I was only able to make it to one knee before I collapsed back onto the ground. My body could not keep up with what my mind wanted it to do. Even with adrenalin, my body could not take the strain of doing much more than the basic functions needed to live.
"Peter!" Bruce's worry was clear in his voice. "You need to rest you can't risk losing any more blood."
"It's amazing that he is conscious with the amount of blood he has lost. It is also a wonder that he is able to almost get to his feet with three gunshot wounds. While they were most likely stitched up, he still should be in too much pain to even think clearly. Is he another super powered freak?"
"Leave him alone." It was easy to infer from Bruce's tone that he was dangerously close to transforming.
If I wasn't in so much pain when Ross said that last statement I probably would have had a panic attack. With the pain being overwhelming and the adrenaline rushing through my veins, I was barely able to concentrate to hear the words.
After that things started to get a little hazy. Ross must have made said or done something that set Bruce off because I heard the roar of the Hulk. Then the Hulk grabbed me and I lost the fight to stay conscious.
The amount of times I have woken up without falling asleep lately is getting ridiculous. At least I was on a bed this time.
"He's waking up." A woman's voice that sounded suspiciously like Gran's was the first thing I heard. Hands helped me up and put pillows behind me so I was in a sitting position. My shoulder throbbed a bit, but I was not in too much pain.
"Gran?" My voice came out raspy and cracked. A straw was put in between my lips and I opened my eyes to see Gran holding a cup of water to my lips. When I saw that it was not an enemy trying to make me drink something unknown, I eagerly drank from the straw. As I finished off the water my stomach made a noise akin to a dying monster.
Gran's laughter was refreshing to hear as the last time I saw her we were being kidnapped. That fact did not keep me from blushing though as I heard more laughs join here. Looking around, I saw that the Avengers were in the room as well.
"Let's get some food in you kid. What do you think of pizza? I'm in the mood for pizza." Tony did not stop for me to answer. "Jarvis add four cheese pizzas to our normal order."
"Tony Peter is not going to eat four cheese pizzas by himself." Bruce's voice sounded exasperated, "In fact I advise against it."
"They are not all for Peter. We all have been neglecting ourselves a little waiting for Peter to wake up. It is going to take more than are usual order to fill us all up. Besides, it is not like it will go to waste in this place."
"I think I might eat all four anyways." I inputted. "My body needs more food than normal, and with all the injuries I have I will be needing a lot of food. While I heal faster than regular people, my body needs energy in order to heal. I'm not sure if I'm explaining this well." I was extremely nervous about telling them about my powers.
"You can heal fast but only if you have enough calories in order to do so." Bruce said. "It makes perfect sense."
"We will talk about the fact that you are Spider-Man later, for now just know that we will not abandon you." Steve promised.
"But-," I started.
"Like I said we will talk about this later. This whole situation was never your fault. Ross was after the Hulk and you got caught up into it." Steve stated. "If anything you are in more danger for being around us than we are for hanging out with you." It was clear that any talk about it was going to be stopped by the stubbornness that is Captain America, so I focused on something else.
"How are you Gran? They didn't hurt you did they?" I asked.
"It takes more than a couple of goons to take me down. I wasn't a Secret agent for nothing." Gran responded. Whatever answer I was expecting, it wasn't even remotely close to that answer.
"When we got to the facility that you were being kept in she was already out of wherever they placed her and she was searching for you. There was a bunch of goons lying on the ground behind her." Natasha stated with what sounded like a little respect.
"Anyways, you should be worrying more about yourself. Getting shot three times is not something a lot of people live through." Gran told me.
"You are strong young warrior!" Thor, who was actually silent until now, boomed.
"The pizza is here sir." Jarvis's voice came before I could say anything. Tony immediately went to get it with Steve following close behind.
"That was quick." Gran commented. It was true not even twenty minutes had passed.
"Stark has a pizzeria on the cafeteria floor that is equipped with the best technology that anyone can have." Clint informed.
Tony, Stave, and a robot came in the room with a good twenty pizzas. Along with carrying the some of the pizzas Steve also had at least five bags hanging from his forearms. There looked to be sodas, along with plates and cups in the bags. They brought them to my desk that had moved, and chairs had been added around it. It was a tight fit and Gran and Bruce were sitting on the edges of my bed. Two pizzas were put on my lap and a liter of soda was put on my nightstand.
"You are to at least finish these off. While it is not exactly the best meal for you to eat right now. From what I have gathered from your abilities you need the calories right now." Bruce said while getting two slices for himself.
I just nodded as I was too busy eating my way through the first pizza. In no time I had finished the first pizza and half of the soda. At this point I slowed down a little as I finally had something in my stomach. I looked around to see Thor on at least his second pizza, because there was no way he was still on his first slice. Steve was on his fifth piece of pizza, given the open box in front of him. Clint and Natasha were sharing a pizza and were almost through it. Surprisingly, Bruce was finishing up his first pizza and was had another underneath that one. Gran and Tony were a mystery as they stole pieces from others' boxes. Maybe I will actually fit in around here.
"Can I have another pizza and can someone explain what happened while I was out?" I hated to ask for more food but Tony had said to order four more than usual and I was still hungry.
"Well Ross was a General that was after the Hulk in order to try to mass produce the Hulk. Apparently he did not take the hint to back off when I spoke to him." Tony was the one who answered. "After learning of you, he thought it was a great idea to piss off the Hulk by kidnapping you. Luckily, I placed many trackers on you that no one removed while they held you hostage. We had Natasha infiltrate the place and Clint went in the air vents in order to gather information and find out where you were. We met up with badass grandma over here."
"Language!" Both Steve and Gran scolded.
"Anyway," Tony continued. "General Ross threatened us with you once we got inside. When he had you shot a second time." There was a collective flinch in the room and Bruce had a constipated face on. "The green guy did not like that, destroyed half the base before taking off with you. One of the goons got in a lucky shot in the chaos and shot you in the thigh. Ross followed your blood trail while we unburied ourselves from the rubble. When we got to the cave Gran had already knocked everyone unconscious. We fixed you up before bringing you here. You have been out for a day."
"Ross has been dishonorably discharged from the military and is going to trial for abuse of authority, kidnapping and grievous bodily harm." Clint added.
"Those won't be the only charges by the time Tony's lawyers are through with him." Natasha said with a smile that was honestly, a bit chilling.
"I have also made sure that the press, or anyone for that matter, knows that it was you who Ross kidnapped and why he took you. The official story is that he caught me off guard when I was checking out one of the branches of my business. I had my briefcase suit, but I had been tweaking the bracelets that call my armor and they were still in my lab. Ross managed to have his goons ambush me in a way that I could not activate my suit in time and knocked me out so I didn't get a chance to." Tony explained.
"How are you going to charge him with grievous bodily harm if the story doesn't have me in it?" I asked. "Also why are you doing so much for me? Surely people will think that you are an easy target to kidnap."
"For your first question, people don't become corrupt overnight kid. He used violence to ensure that his troops would follow through with his craziness. For your second question is because we care out you kid. You have been through a lot and deserve to have something nice happen to you for a change. Also we allowed you to get kidnapped when we were supposed to be protecting you. As for being an easy target, I will prove them wrong very quickly." Tony replied.
"Peter you are such a great kid and we are going to tell you that until you believe it." Gran complimented me. There was a silence that was only broken by the sounds of eating as I did not know what to say.
"Getting away from all the emotional stuff, you are not allowed to go anywhere without at least two Avengers and five trackers on you." Tony exclaimed.
"What! But what if you are all busy?" I protested.
"There are plenty of things that you can do in the tower to pass the time until two of us are free." Tony commented proudly.
"Tony, two Avengers is excessive, he will only need one of us until he is strong enough to protect himself." Bruce corrected. "Until then he needs to stay off his feet for a week and work on gaining some weight."
"Is this one of those things that I get no say in?" I asked to no one specific.
"Yes," almost everyone in the room chorused.
I was given another pizza that I finished off while those who were done eating made small talk. Once I was done eating I noticed that it was becoming harder and harder to keep my eyes open.
"Why am I so tired? I have barely been awake the past couple days," I asked Bruce.
"Your body is trying to heal itself, it can use more energy to heal instead of keeping you awake. Alright everyone, Peter needs to sleep. We can work out who watches over him later. Jarvis can do it until we figure out who is first." Bruce declared.
"Hey, Bruce." I murmured sleepily.
"Yes, Peter?" Bruce answered quietly.
"You won't leave me like everyone else did right?"
"Peter I will try my best to never go where you can't follow."