Hello and welcome to the next chapter of Favorite Place. This is the second part of the previous chapter and to anyone who hasn't read that one yet, I recommend that you do. I want to thank everyone who left a review at the last chapter, I really appreciate your kind words! For now, enjoy reading.

Previously on Favorite Place

A large hand grabs ahold of the collar of his shirt and he is lifted into the air, back slamming into the wall, feet dangling above the ground as he struggles to get out of the death grip.

The man growls at him angrily and mumbles something in Russian before he is thrown across the lab. His body hit's one of the tables and it is knocked over. He crashes into the ground, headfirst. Upon impacting with the ground, his vision goes white and his ears start to ring. He can feel blood dripping from his forehead and running down the side of his face.

One of the men joins him at his side and a large boot is slammed down on his outstretched hand, crushing the fingers beneath. It is followed by a hard kick to his already bleeding head. Peter screams in pain as his vision darkens, he can feel himself losing his grip on consciousness.

The last thing he hears before succumbing to darkness is the sound of glass breaking and the boots of Tony's Iron Man suit hitting the ground.

Anxiety had gotten the best of Tony and he'd put on his suit and flown the last couple of miles to the tower while the Avengers followed him on the Quinjet. He crashes through the window of the 54th floor, which holds his lab, worrying about the destroyed window and scattered glass later, more pressing matters at hand. His face plates opens as he spots the teen lying in a crumpled heap on the floor the moment his boots hit the ground.

It feels as if his heart stopped beating for a moment, his chest tightening at the sight of Peter; blood dripping from a multitude of gashes. He wants to rid himself of the suit and rush to the teen's aid, but he knows he can't, not yet at least.

He is fuming with anger as he turns his attention to the intruders, still inside his lab. The one near Peter is the first to be blasted into the wall, courtesy of his repulsor. Just as he's about to address the remaining men, which aren't that many seeing as Peter had done a good job of knocking two of them down, he's joined by the other Avengers.

At the sight of Peter lying unconscious on the ground, they're seeing red, Bruce is about to let the other guy take over. Tony notices and is quick to stop the doctor. "Bruce, I need you to take Peter to the med bay and examine him," he flips his face plate back down, "we'll take care of these guys." Bruce nods his head and rushes to Peter's side. He grimaces at the sight of the teen; covered in blood and bruises. He lets a profanity slip between gritted teeth as he spots the large burn across Peter's stomach.

Closing himself off from the ongoing fight behind him, he's quick to gather the teen in his arms as gently as possible. He jogs toward the elevator, F.R.I.D.A.Y. operating it for him as the AI knows where he's headed. "Thanks Fri." He says as he exits the elevator and quickly makes his way toward the med bay, laying Peter down on the first bed in sight.

He realizes Tony must have alerted Helen Cho of their arrival as he is joined by her within a minute of his arrival. The two greet each other with a nod, knowing the task at hand. Pair of medical scissors in hand, he cuts away the teen's shirt, discarding the destroyed piece of fabric onto the ground. Helen meets his gaze as Peter's chest is exposed, large blue and purple bruises dotting the skin around the ribs on the left side of his chest. Bruce runs a hand through his hair as he attempts to figure out where to start. Seeing as the teen's arms are still bleeding, he decides to deal with those cuts first while Helen readies the X-ray machine.

"Stark I still don't see how these men are connected to today's mission." Nick Fury told the irritated Tony, who was currently pacing the floor of his lab after having defeated and contained the 5 intruders. Seeing as they were Hydra, Nick Fury had been called to the scene to take them into custody at S.H.I.E.L.D.

Natasha and Clint were currently guarding the men who sat in a line against the wall, all tied up. Steve stood at Tony's side, clad in civilian clothes, shield on his right arm. Seeing as they had all been dressed in their regular clothes during the debrief and Peter's life had been at stake, there had been no time to suit up.

"They had the same weapon as those men we fought earlier today," he ran a hand through his hair as he was getting more frustrated by the minute. "just take them into custody and we'll debrief tomorrow. I have somewhere to be." Tony stated, his voice not as steady as he wanted it to be.

Fury frowned at the man in front of him. The ever-confident Tony Stark; reduced to a nervous wreck. Eyes wide with fear and hands trembling with an oncoming anxiety attack. "This is about that Peter isn't it?" Steve's hand lands on Tony's shoulder, squeezing gently as he turns his attention to their boss. "Yes, it is but the situation is complicated at the moment and that's all we can let you know at this point." Steve stated, receiving a small smile from Tony.

"Fine, go, we'll discuss this later." Steve thanked him as Tony had already made his way toward the elevator, heart beating so fast it actually hurt. "please let him be okay, please let him be okay" Those were the only words going through his head at the moment. Once the elevator doors closed him inside, he leaned his head against the wall mirror as he attempted to even out his breathing.

His hands were trembling so bad, he couldn't even have pressed the button for the med bay's floor even if he wanted to. Luckily his AI sensed his state of distress and the elevator was already moving up. As the elevator dinged, signaling its arrival, Tony remained in his spot, he couldn't will himself to move.

"I recommend stepping out of the elevator if you want to see how young Mr. Parker is doing sir." He loves his AI; he really does but it's in these moments where he wishes that it would just shut up and let him be. He doesn't know the extent of Peter's injuries; he only knows that he is to blame for them. If it weren't for him taking his suit away, none of this would have happened. He knows this isn't true, those men would have broken in anyway, but he left him at the tower, unprotected and alone.

Had he had his suit, he would have been able to take down those men with ease and probably without breaking a sweat. But 5 against 1, without a suit to protect him or his web shooters to help him…well it had led them to this moment. As Tony's breathing evened out slightly, he willed his body to move, one step at a time.

He focused on his body moving, putting one foot in front of the other as he neared the med bay. Tony stopped in front of the mirror glass wall of the first room. Inside the room Peter lay in a bed, chest and arms covered in bandages, cover pulled over his legs. His heart sank at the sight of the kid…his kid.

Upon noticing his presence, Bruce stepped out of the room and greeted his friend. "He's going to be fine Tony." The billionaire's expression didn't change at these words. He leaned against the wall and let himself slide down into a sitting position on the ground, hands in his hair. "I did this Bruce, he's in there because of me…if I, –" Bruce kneeled down next to him as he cut him off. "This was not your fault Tony, those Hydra man who broke into your lab, they're to blame."

"Still, I was the one to take his suit away."

"With good reason Tony, remember?" Tony didn't meet his gaze and Bruce's shoulders slumped in defeat. The only person who could really relieve him of his guilt was lying unconscious inside the room. He let him be for the moment, seeing as the other Avengers had now arrived as well.

A gentle nudge, followed by a soft push is what got Tony to move inside Peter's room. He glared at Steve, who simply stepped back and went back to his previous position in front of the mirror wall separating him and the others from Tony and Peter.

3 cracked ribs, 2 broken fingers, a mild concussion, 9 stitches in his head and another 35 stitches used to close the cuts on his arms and hands and a large second and partially third-degree burn covering a large portion of his abdomen, overall; the kid was a mess.

Tony slowly eased himself down in the chair next to Peter's bed, unable to meet his eyes yet. Bruce had informed them a couple of minutes ago that Peter had woken up and was asking for Tony. The man in question didn't want to go inside at first, not ready to face him yet. Steve had been very convincing though, seeing as he had literally pushed him into the room and well… here we are.

He wants to apologize but has no clue where to start. Tony Stark doesn't do apologies, at least he didn't, as in past tense. That was until this kid entered his life, shaking things up and having him question every single one of his believes, wanting to become a better man…well shit Clint was right; he was a total dad.

"I'm sorry Mr. Stark." Tony's head shot up as Peter said this, voice sounding hoarse. He furrowed his brows and looked the kid in his eyes for the first time since entering the room. "What is it exactly you think you're apologizing for?" Peter fumbled a bit with his blanket with his uninjured hand. "For letting them enter the tower and destroying your lab…I, –" Tony held up his hand, cutting him off.

"You have nothing to apologize for you hear me? If anyone should be apologizing it should be me. I was wrong to take your suit away," he sat up a bit straighter as he thought this over, hearing Bruce's words from earlier in his head, "no actually I'm not sorry for taking your suit away, that you deserved, and I stand by my decision." He sighed before continuing in a softer tone, "I am, however, sorry that I left you at the tower unprotected and you had to face those guys by yourself." He gently grabs ahold of Peter's uninjured hand, mindful of the iv sticking out of his palm, "god I was so worried kid, seeing you lying there on the ground; unconscious and covered in blood…, –"

"But I'm fine now Mr. Stark…well I will be in a couple of days. I don't blame you and it's not your fault." Peter flashed a small smile at his mentor.

I don't deserve this kid. Tony thought as he enveloped the boy in a gentle hug, careful not to press on his cracked ribs. Peter's heart fluttered in his chest as he was filled with happiness. "That's not a hug, I'm just grabbing the door for you. We're not there yet." Peter remembers those words clearly as Tony had dropped him off at his apartment after the fight in Germany. Apparently, they were there now, seeing as the man was currently hugging him, holding him close to his chest.

As Tony let go of the teen, he noticed his eyelids were starting to droop as he was fighting to stay awake. He ran a hand through his curls gently. "Get some sleep, I'll be here when you wake up." Peter obliged and let his eyelids fall shut. His breathing, though pained, evened out and he was asleep within the minute.

The other Avengers started entering the room one by one, joining Tony at Peter's bedside. All of them had been worried from the moment they'd heard Tony mutter the words of a break in at the tower. Yet none of them had blamed Tony for Peter getting hurt. He couldn't have known that Hydra men would infiltrate the building and attack the kid.

For now, they were relieved that he was recovering and would soon be back to his normal and bubbly self. There was, however, still a task at hand which had them all in fear. Someone had to call aunt May and inform her on Peter's condition…

As they addressed this, 5 voices sounded, saying the same thing simultaneously; "I'm not calling her." All eyes turned to Happy as the man entered the room in that moment, not knowing he'd just walked into a trap.

That's it for this chapter. I was thinking of maybe writing a third part where Peter's still healing and goes back to school. Everyone wants to know what happened to him and Flash doesn't believe he's that hurt until he witnesses the extent of his injuries. What do you think, should I write it or leave it be?

Anyway, for now thank you for reading and reviews are much appreciated:)