Ok, I'm back! I really wanted to finish this two-shot quickly so I can move on to the next idea! I might put some of the choices on my poll in this collection instead, but leave a review if you have any requests!

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Third Person P.O.V.

Happy froze. No, no, no, no, this wasn't happening, it can't be real. In the patch of wrecked tulips, was a body. More specifically, the body of a teenage boy in what looked like the remains of a Spiderman suit. Peter. Wasting no time, Happy carefully picked up the young hero bridal style and carried him to the jet. He put Peter down on a couple of the seats, and hurried to the cockpit to set the coordinates. Once that was done, Happy was at Peter's side, frantically trying to remove the suit to get a better look at his injuries.

He took some scissors, gently, but briskly, cutting away at the tight fabric. He peeled off the suit, piece by piece, until he could see the pattern of cuts and bruises dancing across Peter's skin. Some parts weren't bad, but others made Happy grimace at the sight of them. He was going to need stitches, judging by the look of some of the cuts. Happy tentatively pressed down on each of Peter's ribs, trying to feel for breaks or get a reaction out of the teen. On the fourth rib he touched, Peter stirred a little in his unconsciousness. The rib, which Happy kept poking and prodding, seemed to be fractured. It was still in place, luckily. He kept going down the rows of ribs on both sides, getting a few more tiny reactions from a still unconscious Peter.

The poor kid had several fractured ribs, mostly on his right side, and most likely a concussion too. And that's just what Happy could find, 40,000 feet in the sky on a private jet with limited supplies. At least Peter had accelerated healing, but even so it would still take him a few days to recover. Happy did what he could for the rest of the flight, cleaning and disinfecting cuts, stitching up a couple of wounds that were leaking too much blood, trying to contact the rest of the Avengers.

Eventually, they landed, and were met by Bruce, or, er, Professor Hulk, who took Peter into a safe location with his medical supplies.

Happy waited outside the door. Professor Hulk had said that he was allowed to be there with Peter, but he had declined. Happy was rather worried about what he was supposed to tell May. Should he tell May? He thought so, but what would that say about him? And if he didn't tell her, what would that say? Happy went back and forth in his mind for awhile, waiting on the professor to come out. He must've been out there for hours, having an internal argument with himself, before Professor Hulk finally came to get him.

"Peter's asleep. He suffered from 3 fractured ribs, a moderate concussion, and mild blood loss from the cuts. If you hadn't sewn those up, he might've not made it," he said seriously. "He's lucky. Do you know what happened?"

"Not yet," Happy sighed. "He hasn't really been awake since I found him." The professor gave him a curious look.

"Huh. When I was in there, working on his ribs, he was awake. Dazed, but conscious. And in a lot of pain, the poor kid." Happy nodded gravely. "You can see him if you'd like. He should be waking up soon."

"Sure. And, um... thanks. It means a lot to me," Happy admitted. "Deep down, I really like the kid." Bruce nodded.

"Of course. I'll be down the hall if you need me."

Happy took a deep breath before pushing open the door to Peter's room. He was sleeping, albeit not peacefully. He was breathing heavily, his hands fisting the sheet. He looked like he was in pain, which, of course, was understandable. Happy frowned at the superhero in front of him, who looked more like a Spiderboy than a Spiderman. The kid was only 16, and he's dealt with more than your average adult. Happy was not happy.

Peter awoke to the sound of beeping. Funny, he didn't remember falling asleep. The beeping was getting faster as his eyes focused. Taking in his surroundings, Peter got even more freaked out. Where was he? And who's the person in the chair? He sat up quickly, instantly regretting it as his vision fogged over for a few moments before passing. He groaned, putting a hand to his head, and waking up the person in the chair.

"...Peter?" Wait. He knew that voice.

"H...ap...py?" He asked slowly, being careful not to stumble over his words. "Where... am I?"

"Just calm down, everything's ok. I found you in a tulip field unconscious. You're lucky you have a tracker, or else you would be a goner," Happy speculated.

"Tulip?" Peter wondered.

"Yeah, kid. Tulips. In the Netherlands, too."

"How-"

"That's what I wanted to know," Happy interrupted. "Do you remember anything?" Peter racked his brain for something, some detail that could give him some kind of clue to what happened.

"Green," he finally decided.

"Green." Happy looked annoyed, which wasn't unusual. "That's it?" Peter frowned, shutting his eyes. Everything was so foggy. He couldn't think straight.

"Pain," Peter grimaced. "Much pain."

"Ok kid, you need to lie down." Happy carefully pushed Peter down so he was back where he started. "Are you in pain now?" Peter nodded. "Alright, let me see..."

"Good." Peter smiled woozily.

"Get some sleep," Happy said, concern dripping down and soaking his words with worry. Peter was out within seconds.

"Wha...?"

"Do you remember anything?" Happy asked, getting straight to the point.

"What, no 'are you ok' or 'I'm so glad you're awake'?" Peter complained. Happy rolled his eyes, but was still satisfied with his speech.

"Well, I've already been through this a few times today. Don't you remember waking up before?" He questioned.

"No? Wait, how long was I out?" Happy checked his watch.

"Around 7 hours, maybe more. I kinda lost count after awhile. You've woken up four times, not including this one," he informed. "Do you remember what happened?" Peter looked deep in thought, before lighting up in a kind of "ah-ha!" moment.

"Mysterio. He was using his illusions to confuse me. I think he pushed me in front of a train," Peter mused.

"He WHAT?!" Happy exclaimed. Peter groaned, covering his ears quickly.

"Quiet," he whispered. Sitting up, he questioned, "What about Ned and MJ?"

"What about them?" The concern grew on Peter's face as he realized what had happened.

"They know about Mysterio's illusions. That's why he tried to kill me, because I knew about them. And now he's going after them!" Peter pushed the sheets aside, tossing his legs over the side of the bed. He stepped down, immediately crumpling to the ground.

"You're in no shape to go after him. We'll have to send someone else." Happy carefully picked Peter up off the ground, putting him back in his bed.

"But I need to do it. I'm the one who screwed up. I have to fix it!" Peter pleaded.

"No. I'll send someone else to do it, and that's final. Now, you need to get some rest." He put his hand on Peter's chest, pushing him down again.

"Um, ow?!" He whined. Happy silently handed him the morphine pump.

"Get some rest." Peter pouted to himself for a moment, before deciding he was tired and falling asleep.

Peter woke up to another familiar voice.

"Peter!"

"Is he ok?"

"What happened?"

Actually, make that three familiar voices. He opened his eyes slowly, allowing the light of the room in. He made out four shapes in the corner, which were coming into focus.

"May?" Peter wondered. One of the figures came to his side, placing a gentle hand in his hair, which was matted to his head with sweat.

"I'm here, honey. Are you ok?" He nodded, leaning in slightly to the cool touch. He hadn't realized how hot he felt until now. "Ned and MJ are here too. We all came to see you."

"Ned? MJ? You guys are ok?" Peter questioned.

"We're ok. What happened to you?" Ned asked.

"Yeah, you look horrible."

"Wow, thanks MJ. I was hit by a train. I think." A collective gasp rose from the three newcomers.

"Seriously?" Ned wondered. "That is so cool! Or, uh, so not cool. Glad you're ok."

"Thanks Ned," Peter chuckled. "How'd you escape Mysterio?"

"Oh, it was so awesome! This really cool space woman flew down and just like, obliterated Mysterio! She flew off really quickly, but it was the coolest thing I'd ever seen!"

"Captain Marvel showed up?" Peter questioned, amazed.

"Yeah! She was the coolest! I don't know why they don't just send her in to fight, 'cause she'll win every time. She completely OBLITERATED Mysterio!" Ned yelled enthusiastically.

"That does sound pretty cool..." Peter trailed off.

"Alright losers, not like hearing you guys fangirl isn't fun or anything, but can we change the subject?" MJ sassed.

"Peter, why don't you get some more sleep? We can catch up with everybody later," May suggested.

"M'kay." And just like that, he was out.

Yay I finished! It's only like 2:15 AM haha, so tomorrow's gonna be fun...

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