A/N: Hello! I hope everyone is still doing well. I just want to take a moment to thank you guys for the reviews. With that being said, I am sad to announce that...this chapter is short. I hoped it would be longer but I suspect that if I made it any longer I wouldn't know where to end the chapter. Anyway, happy reading! Reviews are welcomed.


The wind whistled past Peter's ears as metal arms wrapped around his legs and back. He lifted a hand from his stomach but a voice stopped him. Whatever was said immediately caught the wind and blew away from him. His eyes cracked open and watched the sky flash above him. His stomach tightened at the sight causing a groan to escape his lips. The metal arms around him tightened slightly as if it were supposed to keep him grounded. He cracked open his eyes once more. A red helmet filled his vision.

"I-I-Iron M-Man," he whispered to himself as his brain hazily put two and two together. The face of the helmet looked down at him, or was the man behind it looking at him. He opened his mouth but darkness tugged at the corner of his vision. Squeezing his eyes shut, he begged for it to go away but then he opened them once more it was still there. Slowly it took over and he felt his body go limp, falling into the invisible darkness.


"...hell is Cho…"

"...gurney…"

"He was…"

"...old..he?"

The mumbled and choppy words outside the darkness slowly flew into Peter's ears, pulling him towards it.

"Get...damn...thing!"

The arms that were holding Peter tightened slightly causing a low and pitiful groan exited his mouth as his body screamed at him.

"Spidey...me?"

Peter turned his head away but the voice only got louder.

"Spiderman...with me, kid?"

His body was laid on something soft as the smell of chemicals filled his nose. His mind threw an image of himself at the hospital into the darkness.

A young Peter stared up at the doctor with wide eyes as she worked with a needle she thought she was going to put in his arm. He squirmed from his place on Uncle Ben's lap. The older man wrapped his arms around the boy's tiny body and brought his face closer. His breath tickled the child's ears. Peter turned his brown eyes onto his uncle. Ben gave the child a smile as a whisper left his mouth.

"I don't like needles either."

"So I don't get no shot?" Peter called out, his voice hopeful.

Ben's eyes sparkled for a moment before he opened his mouth. "No. What do you say we blow this popsicle stand?"

"Benjamin Franklin Parker." Both of them looked up to see the doctor and Aunt May staring at them. Even though May tried to look serious her eyes betrayed her. The doctor smiled kindly at the pair before walking towards Peter who's eyes seemed to grow wider if that was even possible. A hand grabbed his shoulder and he twisted away.

"I don't want a shot," little Peter cried as he twisted violently away.


Tony landed at the compound with Spiderman in his arms, silently curing as the child went limp in his arms. No doubt he passed out. Looking around, he was greeted with an empty field.

"FRI, did you alert them that I was coming?" he asked as he stomped into the building, the door opening for him automatically.

Yes boss.

Tony growled as he burst into the medical wing which was surrounded with SHIELD agents. "Where the hell is Cho!"

All eyes turned to him, many going wide as they took in Iron Man holding an unconscious Spiderman. When nobody moved or provided an answer, his face plate went up as if FRIDAY knew that's what he wanted. He set his glare on an agent that was closest to him. "You, get a damn gurney!"

The agent scurried off just as Helen Cho walked up. Her pace was calm until she saw the scene before her, then her pace quickened. "What happened?"

"He was shot in the stomach. He lost a lot of blood and I think he just passed out again," Tony explained as he looked down at the boy in his arms. He had yet to stir which sent a chilling feeling throughout the billionaire's body.

"How old is he?"

Tony shook his head in the negative, silently telling her he didn't know. She seemed to get the message because she nodded as her lips pressed into a hardline. Looking up, he looked around for the gurney he asked for only to find it still wasn't there. "Where the hell is that agent?" Looking around, he spotted her over the heads of everyone else. He watched as she ran around aimlessly while a free gurney sat only a few feet away from her. Tony wasn't sure if it was anger or fear that someone's child was dying in his arms that made his voice carry but he wasn't going to complain.

"Get that damn thing and get over here!"

His voice boomed across the distance, echoed around the hall, bounced off the walls and slammed against the wide windows causing her to look up. Another agent rushed forward, grabbing the gurney and shoved it through the crowd towards them. Sending a last pointed glare in the first agent's direction, he looked down at the kid. He remained still as Tony tightened his grip on him, hoping that would keep the kid from slipping away into whatever is there after you die.

Spiderman let out a groan sending a rush of hope through the older man. "Spidey, can you hear me?" The red mask turned to the side in response. "Spiderman, are you with me, kid?"

Instead of a response, the gurney he asked for appeared in front of him. He quickly but gently laid the boy down. The moment he was flat on the bed, Helen grabbed a few assistants and started pushing it towards a set of double doors. Tony followed closely behind, as he slapped his arc reactor causing his suit to disappear. The moment he walked through the double doors, now suit free, he was assaulted by the smell of chemicals, but that wasn't what kept his focus. It was the boy who was now squirming on the bed. Mumbles came from the mask as Spiderman turned his head back and forth, slow at first but as the seconds ticked by it became more violent.

Helen walked up and placed a hand on the red shoulder, probably to calm him down, but Spiderman twisted away violently. Tony walked a little closer but stayed to the side. He was going to be right there in case they needed help. Helen placed her hand on the boy again only for him to twist away again.

"I don't want a shot," he whimpered as he moved again.

"Hold him," Helen instructed her nurses calmly as she prepared a syringe which was no doubt full of medicine. The nurses grabbed a hold of Spiderman but he seemed to have other plans. The moment they touched him, his fist lashed out, connecting with someone nurse fell to the ground in an ungraceful heap as another one stepped forward to take his place.

Spiderman threw his hands out again as he twisted away. A strangled cry escaped his mouth as his back arched off the bed. Tony's heart nearly stopped at the sound.

"Hold him!" Helen ordered firmly.

"We're trying!" a nurse grunted as she made a move to grab an arm. Helen turned to the former playboy and stabbed a finger in her patient's direction. "A little help please."

Nodding, Tony rushed forward taking in everything. He made a move to grab an arm after yet another nurse was hit and fell from sight. God what do I pay these people for? He thought as he successfully grabbed an arm. Holding it in place, Helen rushed forward and emptied the syringe into his arm. The boy went limp again just as the doors burst open. Tony's head snapped up just as Pepper, Bruce and Rhodes walked in.

"What is going on?" Pepper looked around the room before her eyes fell on Spiderman.

"I need everyone out," Helen sounded off as she gave the syringe to a nurse.

"The kid got shot. Steve called me. Brought the kid here," Tony rattled off as he put the kids arm down.

"Where's Steve now?"

"Nolen Cemetery. Apparently Hydra agents were there. Bucky was missing when I got there. So naturally I was stuck getting the kid here while the Iceman went after the metal friend." Tony's tone held an accusatory tone as he looked down at the kid.

"Nolen Cemetery you said?" Rhodes started walking towards the door again, his phone pressed to his ear. Tony gave a nod of confirmation and watched as his friend hustled out of the room. His voice trailed behind him but Tony caught the name Natasha.

"I need everyone out so I can help him," Helen voiced again. Tony nodded and made a move towards the door as Bruce asked if Helen needed any help. She gave him a silent nod as she walked towards her patient. Bruce followed her while Pepper grabbed her fiance's hand. As they started to walk out the door, Tony glanced back as Helen grabbed the edge of the boys mask and started to lift it.