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Tony's P.O.V.

"G'night, 'ister Stark."

"No, no, no, no, kid, " I whispered to myself. Peter wasn't responding, which meant bad news. I've had enough concussions to know that the way he was acting, paired with his irregular vitals, hinted at a serious problem. And everyone knows if you fall asleep, you could become comatose. Not good.

"FRIDAY, how much longer?" I asked, impatience and worry colliding in my brain.

"Estimated time: 2 minutes."

"2 minutes?! Damn, he went really far from the tower... even after my explicit instructions not to leave the building. He is going to get a piece of my mind when he wakes up!" I muttered to myself. My eyes widened in fear and worry. "If he wakes up." I shook my head. No. I can't think like that, not now, not when the life of my kid was at stake. I landed in a dark alleyway, barely lit up by the single streetlight nearby. I scanned the seemingly empty alley, searching for the spider-themed hero. He was tucked up against a dumpster, unconscious.

"Pete. Peter! Kid? Can you hear me?" I gently slapped his face, in a desperate attempt to wake him up. He stirred a bit, but it wasn't enough to wake him from his slumber. Pure adrenaline pulsing through my veins, I scooped up the teen and shot into the sky, hurtling toward the tower at top speeds. It pained me to think about the fact that this was the second time in two days that I had carried him home like this.

"First a suicide attempt, then this? I don't understand..." I frowned. It seemed to me like emotion was the one thing I could never truly get. I could probably crack time travel in my lifetime, but that's different. Science is usually predictable. Emotions aren't. It was a simple, yet big difference, separating the two with a bottomless chasm. A chasm I had yet to cross.

Once we had arrived at the tower, I promptly took Peter to the med bay. He was in bad shape, I could tell just by looking at him. And was that a bullet hole? I was going to need some help if we were going to keep him stable.

Peter's P.O.V.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

I listened to a slow, but steady rhythm. It was somewhat calming, this mystery beat. I felt relaxed, like I was floating on a fluffy cloud on a warm summer day. I felt at peace, warm, comfy, and completely numb. Wait. Numb? And it wasn't everyday numb either, it was like I couldn't feel anything. Like I was... detached. Something wasn't right here. I opened my eyes, only to be greeted by darkness.

"Hello?" I called. My words bounced back at me, an echo rebounding off some invisible wall. I squeezed my eyes shut, muttering to myself.

"This isn't real, this isn't real, this isn't real!" I gasped, sitting up quickly, only to be restrained by a strong, yet gentle force on my chest. I tried to push away the hand, but I couldn't move my arms. They were strapped down on the bed. I kicked and screamed, frightened and in pain. As the pain grew, I slowed down, restrained by my body's limits. I fell back, collapsing into a pile of fluffy pillows. I lay there, breathing heavily.

"I told you the restraints would freak him out."

"I was well aware of that, but he would've been scared either way. At least he can't really do more damage to himself," Professor Hulk pointed out. "Tony, I think you should be the one to talk to him. After all, you know him a lot better than the rest of us do."

"I don't know... He didn't seem to like the idea of adoption much. What if he hates me?" Mister Stark sounded upset.

"I know for a fact he doesn't have you. It was probably too much for him to handle right now. He's been through a lot lately." Mister Stark sighed.

"I guess you're right. I'll talk to him." I heard the door close, and footsteps approaching my bed. "Hey, Pete. How are you feeling?" His gentle words were soothing, and I felt some of the fear melt away.

"Shitty," I admitted. He chuckled quietly, easing the tension.

"I'm not surprised. Do you remember what happened?" His expression darkened slightly, but it wasn't in anger. I tried to move my arm, but the restraints caught me. I struggled for a second, before letting my arm fall limp. I didn't have the energy for this.

"Bullet..." I frowned, craning my neck to get a better view of the patch on my midsection.

"Yeah, kiddo. You were shot. You also have a concussion, so try not to strain yourself." His voice was sympathetic. "But what I'd like to know is why you were out there in the first place. I thought I gave you specific instructions not to leave the tower?" I shrunk back into the pillows. He hadn't snapped at me, or raised his voice.

"I didn't want you to get hurt."

"Why would I be hurt? Did someone threaten you?" Now there was a hint of anger in his tone, but not directed at me. "What do you mean?" Tears sprung to my eyes.

"Everyone close to me gets hurt. They all die," I choked out.

"Oh, Pete." His eyes softened. "It's ok. I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere."

well that just happened

It felt short? Idk but this is about the same length as my other recent chapters soooo what's the big idea, stupid brain

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