Peter Gets Stabbed

This one is a little less light-hearted but it does still have some humour in it

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Copper. The smell of it was everywhere. The floor was stained red, dark red, blood splashed all over the place, footprints running through it, skid marks where they had slid around on the slick floor. The Compound was quiet, something quite unheard of given the number of occupants within the large space, too quiet.

In Medical, the thin frame of Peter Parker lay in a hospital bed, breathing shallow, skin pale, or what could be seen of it under all the blood. Tony Stark sat in a chair, hands clasped in a death grip between his knees, breathing as evenly as he could to keep his temper under control lest he blow up the entire Compound.

Extremis burned under his skin, travelling his veins and making his skin heat and glow, his eyes flickering between their usual soft and warm brown to bright and fiery blue. Each of the Avengers had tried to persuade Tony to leave the kid's beside and each of them had backed off when Tony's piercing blue gaze landed on them. They knew he would never hurt them, they knew that Tony would rather die than ever hurt his teammates, but right now, he had no desire to be around anyone until his kid was on the mend.

Even with his advanced healing, the doctors were extremely concerned for Peter. He had lost a serious amount of blood, the wound so great that they were genuinely surprised the boy had survived long enough to get to them for help. Tony had been furious with Peter for going after a criminal who Tony had warned him to stay away from. The Green Goblin was a foe unlike any Peter had faced before, he was dangerously smart, and highly unstable after using an untested serum to stop his declining health.

He'd disappeared for a number of years along with his son, Harry. No one had seen hide nor hair of the two Osborn men and now, when they'd returned, he'd told Peter to stay away, that Harry wasn't the same kid he'd known and his father was worse. But, as usual, Peter hadn't listened and had gone after the maniac alone. Tony hadn't been able to get to Peter in time and the injuries the kid had sustained were catastrophic.

Tony had broken the laws of physics to get Peter home when the suit's emergency beacon had come online. Tony had told Peter to only ever activate it in life or death situations. And it had been. The genius had found his kid bleeding out on the filthy floor of an alley, gaping wounds in his stomach. He'd pushed the suit harder than he'd ever dared to try then, screaming at everyone to get all the doctors on site to Medical and prepare for massive trauma and blood loss.

On a normal day, they'd assume Tony was exaggerating over Peter's injuries. It wouldn't have been the first time. But every one of them had heard the sheer terror in Tony's voice and moments later, Tony had crashed through the doors of the Compound, shattering glass from breaking the sound barrier, and only came to a halt outside Medical, climbing out of the metal suit and taking Peter's bloodied body into his arms, ruining his shirt.

They had worked for hours, filling Peter up with blood just as fast as he bled it out, his healing factor not kicking in as fast as they'd liked. They didn't know if Peter had been injected with something, or if he'd been so weak his healing wouldn't work properly. Whatever it was, they'd worked non-stop to make sure Peter lived.

Now the team had to work to make sure Tony didn't run himself into the ground fretting over Peter. Everyone still clearly remembered the day Tony had asked Peter to be his son, and they'd both signed the adoption papers crying. Peter's Aunt May had been extremely supportive and was happy to have Tony as Peter's father. Tony took his job as a dad very seriously and he loved the kid more than anyone ever thought possible.

A cleaning crew had been hired to remove the blood from the building, the fridge stocked with Tony and Peter's favourite foods, and Nat had baked her special cookies both boys loved. Even Loki, with all his trickster ways, had been the epitome of supportive. He'd stopped by Medical every hour, on the hour, to check for any updates on Peter.

By the third day when Peter had shown no improvements, Tony snapped at the God of Mischief and called the fire in his veins to the surface. "If there was any change in Peter's circumstances I would let you know, why do you insist on bothering me constantly?" Tony roared.

Loki shifted to his Jotun form to protect his skin from the blistering heat. "I am as concerned for the boy as you are, Anthony. Do not mistake my concern for being a nuisance. It is a comfort to see his chest rising and falling as he takes breath. I am aware that you would inform me of any changes but to see him for myself is a balm."

The fire raging through Tony burned out quickly and he shivered under Loki's frost that cloaked the air. The god shifted back to his glamoured form and Tony eyed him warily. "You're right, I'm sorry. I don't think I've ever seen your Jotun form before now."

The Trickster sneered. "It is not a form I enjoy revealing. My heritage is the stories Asgardian parents tell their offspring about, the cold creatures that go bump in the night."

Tony scoffed loudly and rolled his eyes. "That's bullshit. Your Jotun form is gorgeous, Loki. I wish you'd let us see it more often."

Loki left after that, and Tony said he'd see him at the next hour. He did. And every hour as it had been since Peter was hurt. Finally, finally, Peter woke on day five, disoriented, scared and in pain. Tony had jerked awake from his slumped position over the bed, sleeping. Seeing Peter awake he asked JARVIS to assemble the team. He cried, openly, and hugged Peter as tightly as he dared.

Peter sobbed, hard, begging Tony's forgiveness for being stupid enough to think he could handle someone like Norman Osborn by himself. Tony had brushed the apologies off and made Peter promise that in future he would listen to his father and not go off half cocked. Loki had stopped by on his hour, he'd heard the call but decided he would give the others space to fawn over the kid. Tony laughed and pulled the god down into a hug, and thanked him for keeping Tony sane at a time when he was certainly going mad with worry.

The god had checked the teen over and used a little magic to help with the pain. He admitted he could aid the healing but was concerned on the effects it would have on Peter's mutation and helping with the pain was the most he was going to do, the most he was willing to risk with someone so precious. Peter had flushed pink then, smiling brightly at the Trickster and waggling his eyebrows at Tony.

"I am going to henceforth go faceplant my bed and sleep for the next several days," Tony announced, kissing Peter's head and giving a jaw-cracking yawn.

Peter grinned up at him. "Sure thing, Dad. Can you hand me my phone before you go please? I wanna catch up with MJ and Ned."

Tony produced a box from nowhere and plopped it down on the bed. "Got you a new one."

Peter squealed over the latest Stark Tech phone and ripped into the box with vigour. The team dispersed and only Loki remained behind with the teen, his lips pulling into a smile as Peter babbled about the applications and its capabilities. The knowledge was entirely lost on the god who had no idea about any of it, but he listened anyway, smile fond and eyes warm.

-oo0oo-

In the days after Peter woke up, he was an irritable little shit. Tony was at his wits end dealing with the teen's tantrums at being forced to remain in bed while he healed. Peter had created a group chat for them all so he didn't need to have simultaneous conversations and Tony's phone had been blowing up constantly, forcing him to put it on mute when he was working.

He stopped by every spare minute he had, and Loki had been doing a great job at keeping him company. Tony still hadn't told the team who was responsible for Peter's wounds and he assumed the teen hadn't told them either. There had been no calls to suit up and go after Goblin, no one had come to Tony asking about it.

Tony stretched his spine out several hours later, the vertebrae popping. He rolled his shoulders and pulled his phone out, groaning at the three hundred plus messages that were in the group chat. He skimmed them as he brewed coffee, most of it was just Peter complaining and the team offering to keep him company and bringing him anything he needed.

The most recent thread gave him pause and he read the messages several times and groaned out loud, fingers flying across the keyboard of his phone.

Tony: Peter, stop being a moody shit.

Steve: Is Peter being moody because he got stabbed?

Peter: No, I'm in a mood because it's raining.

Steve: Really?

Peter: NO! OF COURSE IT'S BECAUSE I GOT STABBED!

Nat: Remind me again why they are still breathing?

Peter: Because Spider-Man doesn't kill people, Nat!

Loki: I have no issue killing people.

Nat: Neither does Auntie Nat

Loki: Who hurt you, Peter?

Tony: Peter! Don't you dare! I'll deal with it myself!

Peter: Dad! Come on, they won't really do it. Will you Nat? Loki?

Loki: If that is what you wish, then of course not.

Nat: But we will rough them up a little.

Peter: Well…

Tony: Peter Benjamin Parker-Stark!

Deadpool: It was the Osborn kid's dad. Green Goblin or some stupid ass name. Happy hunting!

Tony: Pool! How the fuck did you get in this chat?

Peter: I added him. You weren't supposed to say anything Wade! You promised me!

Deadpool: Sorry Peter Pumpkin Pie, Apple of my Eye! I'm with the ridiculously hot Auntie and even more ridiculously hot God. Only reason I ain't killing him myself is because Peter wouldn't ever let me near that ass again.

Tony spat out his coffee and typed out a last message.

Tony: WHAT DO YOU FUCKING MEAN AGAIN?

-oo0oo-

When it appeared on the news that the body of Norman Osborn had been discovered and his son, Harry, was still missing, Tony didn't even question it. He decided he was better off not knowing if Natasha and Loki had gone off and killed the man. That way, if anyone asked questions, he could remain in firm denial of any knowledge.

Peter was let out of Medical a week later and back to his usual buoyant self. Even though Peter no longer needed it, the group chat remained and it was used regularly. Tony had had to have a chat with Peter about his apparent relationship with the former merc with a mouth and was rather horrified to learn that they'd been seeing other for far longer than he'd originally guessed.

Loki had continued spending a lot of time with the teen. He'd thought the god had been looking for a way to further involve himself with the team and that once Peter was out of Medical the kid would no longer serve a purpose, but Tony had been surprised. Their friendship had continued to grow, and Tony and Loki had grown even closer.

The god constantly sought his company out and he'd had to put up with Peter's cat calls and wolf whistles when he'd caught the pair of them sharing a heated kiss. Loki had backed him into the counters, a smirk on his lips as he'd leaned down and Tony had risen on his toes to meet him halfway.

It had been just Tony's luck that Deadpool had been there too, the former merc making lewd comments and crude gestures. He knew it was going to be a long while before he was going to live that one down. Behaving like a damn randy teenager in the middle of a shared kitchen area was foolish and they both knew it.

Then Loki did something unexpected. He sauntered up to Deadpool, who even at six-two had to crane his neck to meet the god's eyes, and Loki lowered his face down to the merc's level. "Is that jealousy I detect, Mr. Wilson? Does the child not satisfy you like a god could?"

The boner Deadpool popped had Tony snorting, Peter howling and Deadpool awkwardly trying to adjust himself. "Uh, Pete, we gotta go do that thing that I mentioned earlier."

The teen was dragged out, still howling, tears streaming down his face, and Tony had gone bright red trying to fight for breath for laughing so hard. He dragged the Trickster god down for another kiss and promised that if he ever used his height like that with Tony, the god had a one-hundred percent chance of getting laid.

Loki drew himself to his full height and then dropped to his knees before Tony. "I would lay at your feet so that you could tower over me, Anthony. But rest assured, even from this position, it is still my name that you would scream."

Steve screamed something about pouring bleach in his ears and it sent Tony into another bout of laughter. Really.