Michelle awoke to quite a fright in the middle of the night, her chest ached with pain and she bit back whatever scream was on the verge of her mouth. She never imagined she could be in more pain… more pain than she had ever felt before.

Michelle wanted to break down, cry, cry to any god that would listen, to let her be safe from all the pain the world held. But at last, she couldn't. Michelle was not dumb, and she knew that would never work.

"Come on get it together… You're free." She said to herself as she turned back over in her bed. The pain, however, came back with even more force than before. The gut-wrenching anguish of being punched and kicked.

"What's… What's happening to me!" She yelled this couldn't be normal, wasn't normal. Michelle just wanted peace but apparently that wasn't going to happen… then another sharp pain hit.

This time it wasn't like a punch or jab, no this was like… like being stabbed. She could feel the coldness of the blade and the pain of its serrated edge digging into her skin. Was this right?

However, it didn't stop, another thrust came in and then another. She couldn't take it, tears rolled down her eyes as she gripped onto the hospital bed for some form of support. Whimpers of sadness filled the room.

Then the world fell cold, it was too much too fast for her to even be awake. She couldn't withstand any more pain than what she had already in life but somehow this proved her wrong.

Out on Patrol.

Peter had been out for three houses after visiting with MJ, she needed her rest and so he had taken his leave. Pete swung through the city, he'd already saved three cats and helped an elderly gentleman with groceries.

Pete landed on a rooftop and caught his breath, it was nice… Nice knowing that Michelle was okay and that he could relax about their fight. However, he still felt horrible about it. The ever-knowing presenting knowing that she had been hurt.

Peter let go of a sigh and fell against a building. He couldn't take the stress anymore and he was glad it was over.

"HELP!" Some yelled with every ounce of their being they had, it was blood hurtling loud and Peter nearly jumped from it. Peter shook his head and got back to work. The sound had come from one of the alleys.

Peter sprung from the building and swung from one of the high rises that was closest to him. He gave a quick glance to the scene below him and noticed two things. One was a lady in her mid to early twenties and two, a man was holding her close to a brick wall with a knife to the woman's throat.

Peter landed in the alley and did his best to distract that man. He couldn't take a chance on hitting him with a web, he could knock the blade in her the woman's throat.

"Hey Mister, haven't you heard of personal space." The man turned around and the woman just stared at him with wide yet thankful eyes.

"Help ME!" She yelled, Peter looked at the man, his face was turned towards Spider-Man, but the blade was still at the woman's throat. "Come on now, Cat got your tongue?" The man had jokes… of course, he did.

"No, but you've got hers." The man turned back towards his hostage and smiled darkly.

"If you want her to live, you have to let me go." Peter nodded and stepped closer.

"You'll hand her over to me." The man nodded and grabbed the woman by the throat. He tossed her in the direction of Spider-Man's feet and the lady hit the ground with a hard thud.

"Sir should I inform Mr. Stark." Karen's voice came over the suit. Peter let go a small grunt informing Karen not to contact Mr. Stark. However, as Peter gave the command, he felt a presence, he wasn't sure who or what, but he felt it… Then it hit him…

He fell to the ground and then something grabbed him by the throat. "Argg… Hmmm." Peter tried to say something, but nothing came out, he couldn't speak. He was like a boat on the open water, he was adrift with nowhere to go.

"Come on, lost your voice?" The second person spoke with a dark yet dry humorous voice. The assailant tightened his grip on the Spiders' neck little by little and held him against the brick wall of the alleyway.

"Ahh, I think some justice is in order." A quick swing came from the man's fist and hit Peter's torso head-on. He coughed as the air rushed out of his throat. Peter tried to move, tried to do something but it was in vain.

"Ohh, come on say something I know you want to." The man egged on as he rested another punch. Peter let go a small whimper as he nearly did let go. He was beginning to feel nauseous.

"Sir, Should I contact Mr. Stark." Karen needed the go-ahead, she needed to hear him say the words or at least a hmmm. However, she got nothing because he could say nothing.

"Hey, let me have a turn." The second man still held Peter to the wall but gave ample room for the first to get in a good lick.

"Hope you don't mind a little pain." His toothy smile was on full display, yet Peter couldn't see it because he was beginning to lose his vision. Then it hit, it hit like a train. His gut wrenched with pain as the knife cut through his flesh. It wasn't the first time, but it was different. The knife was serrated, and each inch felt like more and more muscles broke apart.

"Aww... look at that, the spider can feel pain." The second let go of a long laugh and then another quick jab was taken… Then, lucky enough the man let go of Peter's neck just enough for Peter to breathe.

With every bit of strength, he had he aimed his web-shooter at the two men and managed to hit both of them. They two went flying back and landed on the far wall behind. They let go muffled yells as they hit.

"Karen... Call, CALL DAD!" Peter blacked out; he couldn't think anymore. Karen, however, did give the affirmative and began to call Tony. Peter's body lay limp in the alleyway, the woman was long gone, and the two men were secured to a brick wall.

At the Tower…

Tony had rushed out the door so fast he wasn't even sure if the suit would have time to construct around him. The nanoparticles were still forming the legs as he jumped.

Tony blasted off from the tower towards queens, he really wished it wasn't a regular occurrence but at last, it was. Tony jetted through the streets of Queens, passing Midtown and Mr. Delmar's old restaurant until he finally found himself in some back alley.

Two men were strung up on a wall screaming their heads off while some personal items lay at the front of the alleyway. Tony shook his head and walked further in. Hidden behind some garbage can was the form of his son.

Peter was out cold; his head was just lying in the dirt while his body oozed with blood. Tony would never not cry at the scene of his kid hurt so badly. He opened the plate of his mask and wiped away a few stray tears that had formed.

"Fri, Get the NYPD down here when I leave." The A.I. gave an affirmative and Tony looked over Peter some more. He had been stabbed twice from what Karen had said but Tony had Fri run a quick scan of the kids' body.

"Sir, it seems young Stark also has a broken rib and internal bleeding from his stomach. Tony let go of a small gasped and picked the boy up carefully. Tony held Pete in his two arms overly protectively and cradled the boy's head.

"Come on bud let's get you home." A small whimper fell from the kid's mouth and Tony smiled. Tony jetted back to the tower as fast as he could, the thrusters were burning every bit of power he could spare.

"Come on now bud you're safe… you're safe with me bud." The kid only seemed to whimper as Tony talked. After ten minutes they landed in the common room of the tower. The Avengers were all on the couch with their backs hunched looking at the pad.

"Come on Bruce, we have to go. Everyone else, what are you doing? Are you going to stand here and look like a bunch of chicken or are you going to move… Come on let's go the kids got internal bleeding!" The group sat up and followed behind the two doctors.

"Come on bud stay with me, give a sign that you're trying to stay with me," Tony whispered sweet nothings into the boy's ear as that headed down. The elevator moved at a low pace and no one really wanted to wait.

"Come on, Stark couldn't you have made this a little faster!" Bucky chomping at the bit to get Peter to the hospital but Tony only shook his head and looked Peter over.

After what felt like forever the group stopped at the Avengers wing and Dr. Cho along with Bruce rushed Peter off towards therapy. He still had the blade impaled in his torso; the Doctors were left to deal with it.

"Come on now, don't you give up now." Cho had a bit of sass in her voice for once. "You can't die now; you've got a soulmate to get back to." Bruce looked up at Cho and gave her a confused look.

"Michelle," Cho whispered and Bruce had a small smile fall onto his face. Dr. Cho and Bruce got the operating table set and went to work.

Pepper and Nat both decided to head towards Michelle's room and check in on her, if not to only make sure she was still there and okay. Pepper opened the door to find Michelle holding her stomach tight to herself as she slept.

Yet, the teen seemed to be in pain because she held onto her stomach for dear life… like she had been stabbed or som… "You are thinking what I'm thinking…" Pepper looked at Nat who looked at Michelle and welp…

"No, you don't think?" Nat nodded and welp the two had small smiles on their faces because that would make the teens live a lot easier?

Authors Notes...

Sorry for not posting this sooner, been kind of busy... or lazy.