Just a collection of one shots for some Peter Hurt/comfort fans out there! ~

It was a two day business trip.

Despite Tony trying his damndest to send a representative of STARK industries he knew he would inevitably have to attend the semi important matter.

Why the unusual hesitance?

He just so happened to have the kid this week. May had been working doubles left and right, leaving Peter home alone and it didn't sit well with May- or Tony. Despite Tony trying to help the family out May insisted she work for what they had, she did however accept some furniture and food at times from the billionaire. She was very appreciative but also stubborn, this was her purpose she felt, to provide for herself and Peter.

Part of her didn't know what she would do without the purpose. And so, she worked, not minding at all. The only thing that had bothered her was the amount of time Peter spent alone. She didn't think any teen should be left in an empty New York apartment for extended amounts of time- not even Spider-Man.

And so, Tony sent the invite per Aunt Mays concern -and his own.

"Alright. I managed to shave the time down to a day and a half if I travel by jet- ...are you sure you don't want to come with me? I mean, it's Hong Kong, pretty decent trip! We could-"

"I'll be fine Mr. Stark, promise! Someone's gatta watch the city while your away you know."

Tony rolled his eyes and smiled a bit, "fine, I leave the entire city of New York in your hands then."

Peter grinned, "totally have it under control."

Tony inwardly cursed, he really didn't want to leave. He just had a feeling- but then again that was probably just the anxiety bubbling up as usual.

This kid would be the freaking death of him.

"You can have New York- within a reasonable radius of the tower and your suit will be giving stats and vitals on you every hour you are on patrol."

Peter sighed, "seems like a little much..."

"What was that?"

The teen put his hands up quickly, "nothing! That sounds reasonable! Sounds good."

Tony nodded, "good- Bruce will also be here so he is your go to- obviously you can text or call me as well...you're sure you want to stay?"

Peter waved him away, "I'll be ok! I'm 15 Mr. Stark."

Tony ran a hand over his face, "see I know you think that is supposed to be comforting ,but I gatta say- not helping. Anyways, I will be back as soon as possible, please for the love of God Pete, stay out of trouble."

Peter beamed, "you got it! No worries!"

Tony took one last uneasy glance and waved as he stepped into the jet. "I'm ganna need a Xanax or two..." he mumbled to himself as he took a seat on the luxury transport.

He chuckled as he saw Peter waving in the distance as the jet took flight, "be safe kid."

8pm came surprisingly fast for Peter and with that, patrolling time came with it.

And so, fully costumed, Peter made his way to the balcony of the tower and waved, "Alright! I'm headed out! I'll be back in an hour or so to check in!"

Bruce nodded as Peter perched from the balcony ledge, "be careful out there."

Peter nodded, "always!"

As Spiderman took off Bruce felt his own anxiety settle in his stomach as he watched the kid swing from great heights, building to building. How did Tony do this? The kid was 15 years old and he just jumped off a building and swung to the next. The unsettling nausea grew within the half hour- and blossomed fifteen minutes after the hour. "Come on kid, where the hell are you?"

Just then an update alert came from his watch, his stomach dropped.

•Vitals: 50bpm • blood pressure: 75/43•

Bruce paled at the stats, "when the hell did this happen and why wasn't I informed?!"

Friday answered from above, "sir, these stats have just been relayed as the suits reactor has been damaged."

"Shit- ok- Ok, where is he?"

"Sending coordinates now."

Bruce jumped in the nearest luxury car and made his way to Peters location, already putting an ambulance on stand by and his medical staff in prep mode.

"He's not too far from here...looks like he's..." Bruce looked up to the nearest sky scraper.

"Of course. Right on top."

And so, without the Hulks gracious help, Bruce sighed and ran as fast as he could up the stairs and to the top of the building, when he found a way onto the buildings flat roof top he immediately caught sight of Peter whom was laying in a jumbled heap on the rooftop, Bruce cursed and wasted no time.

He crouched next to Peter and assessed the damage- a lone webbing clinched around the kids arm and on the end- it was severed, like it had snapped or...ran out?

"Oh! Hey...Bruce?"

"Peter, hey, stay with me. Can you tell me what happened and what hurts?"

"Um...I think I fell..."

The scientist stomach fell, "ok...from which building?" This was an important question. After all, there was two towering over the building they were on but one had a 12 story difference.

"Um..." Peter felt stupid but it was too late to make this some nonchalant accident now. "I think I fell from the big one up there- I didn't replace my web fluid and it snapped...sorry..."

Bruce took in the sight with disbelief, this was literally the kids trademark and he had somehow not paid attention to being stocked up.

It was like Thor forgetting his hammer, cap forgetting his shield- Tony forgetting to freaking maintenance his suit!

Peter didn't look that bad for falling so far, but something told Bruce that there was a reason he hadn't just tried to play this all off as nothing.

Something was wrong...and Bruce had a hunch.

"So why haven't you moved?"

"I...well...good question. Since I have fallen I ...well I can't get up. Luckily! Karen contacted you- I guess you could say she is like my life alert!"

"Your...life alert..."

"Yea! You know that one commercial where the old lady is like 'I've fallen and I can't get up!'"

Bruce sighed and looked up into the night sky, this was his Friday night, "ok. You can't get up. Your back, legs, feet?"

Peter grimaced, "my back, I can't move."

Of course it was his back, the one place Bruce had really honestly hoped hadn't been severely affected. Bruce looked around the roof and decided it was time to, God forbid call Tony and ask him if he could launch an iron man suit, the roof top was not big enough for a helicopter so securing Peter medically would have to be a little unorthodox.

"W-what are you doing?" Peter looked worried as Bruce took out his phone.

"Trust me kid, if there was any other way I would, but I need the codes to send a suit here for you to ride back in, I cant just move you from this rooftop without making sure we dont affect your back anymore."

"No! No, please, Mr. Stark just left like five hours ago! I'm fine, look, I can get up- ah! Nope, ok, five minutes, I got this!"

Bruce was horrified to see Peter trying to jump back to his feet in this condition, he immediately held the kid down gently. "Peter! You have no idea what you have damaged in your back, you do not want to make this worse. Just- let me call him. Ill try my best to make it sound not so bad." Yea right, Bruce knew the moment he said Peter couldn't move was when Tony would be flying back.

"...Ok..."

Tony picked up on the first dial of the call of course, "Whats wrong?"

Bruce sighed, yea, this wasn't going to go smoothly. How the hell do you make this situation not seem as bad as it was? He really didn't know what kind of injury severity he was dealing with, he could only hope to minimize damage and get back to the med bay to figure it all out. One step at a time.

"Ill be frank here Tony, I need the codes for an Iron Man suit, I need a secure and steady transport for Peter- the kid fell from a rooftop and I just need to make sure he stays as still as possible until I get him assessed."

"Sent- UM, while you are waiting for 30 seconds though would you mind elaborating on him falling from a rooftop?"

"Not sure on all the details, it looks like his web fluid gave out and he just- well...ran out and had no slack so he fell."

Tony's breathing hitched as he excused himself from a fancy dinner and made his way to the lobby bathroom, "can I talk to the kid?"

"You sure can, he's all yours."

Peter groaned as the call transferred to his suit, "h-hi Mr, Stark! Hows the, uh, trip-"

"What happened?"

"Well- I guess I kind of ran out of fluid? I dunno, its never happened before and-"

"How did you forget to check your suits stock supplies? How- you are SPIDERMAN how did you forget about checking your webbing?"

"Well uh - fun fact, some spiders actually run low on webbing if they don't have enough water for their silk and so-"

"Wow Pete, neat lesson! Only- it serves literally no excuse to the fact that you, SpiderMAN, need to triple check the one thing that holds you from becoming a puddle on the ground!"

Peter flinched a bit and bit his lip, "...yea...you're right, I'm sorry."

He could almost see the perplexed look on Tony's face now, "we are going to have a five hour training on what you should do 30 minutes BEFORE you ever even put the suit on. Over and over, checking, maintenance - everything, so rest up kid...how are you feeling? Can you feel your back at all?"

"Oh yea! Well...It hurts, but as long as I don't move its ok!"

Tony's eye twitched, seriously, he knew the kid was trying to comfort him by being laid back about all of this but it really wasn't helping. "Ok...I will be heading back as soon as possible then, until then- for the love of God, stay put."

Peter did not even attempt to tell the man to not come, that was a pointless task at this point. "Got it."

Tony transferred back to Bruce as the iron suit landed directly beside Peter, the teen gulped, he knew this was going to hurt like hell. Two other medical staff showed up moments later to help Bruce move the kid into the suit as he hung up.

"Alright Peter, I need you to be as still as possible, ok? We are going to try to make this very quick and painless but at this point any movement to a back injury is going to hurt considerably- are you ready?"

"Yea! Yea, got this."

Bruce could tell the teen was trying to prepare himself, and so he wasted no more time as he and the two other nurses carefully lifted Peter, the reaction was instant.

"It's ok, its ok, its...o-k-" Peter kept repeating the mantra over and over as the medical personnel lifted him up and over. Once he was carefully placed in the suit Bruce was a bit uneasy as he found the kid had passed out from the amount of pain even the slightest movement had caused. "Alright, lets get him looked at ASAP."

Hours later the doctors, Bruce, and Tony gathered around a table to discuss the overall plan for Peter, Bruce started, "Its a more minor to moderate incomplete spinal cord injury. We're going to keep him in the cervical collar overnight just to be safe. We will monitor for any blood clots and heart rate changes overnight, he seems to have somehow avoided any and all major complications from this type of injury, usually with these injuries paralysis is possible but we tested his limbs and sensations and everything seems to be pretty normal. We will just do precautionary treatment and monitoring. I will also be getting a physical therapist and another specialist to come in tomorrow as well, he will be bed ridden for a while but hes...hes really lucky. This could have been way worse."

Tony ran a hand over his tired eyes, "Alright, ill go break the news if its all the same."

Bruce chuckled, "don't be too hard on him, he feels bad enough as it is, he doesn't need the extra stress."

Peter looked up from his bed as best as he could, the collar making it nearly impossible to see much but the ceiling. "H-hey Mr. Stark!"

Tony took a heavy seat beside Peter and crossed his arms, "Hello Spiderboy."

"Ugh, SpiderMAN Mr. Stark..."

"Its going to be Spiderboy until we get this pre- patrol training, you have to earn the Man part after this little stunt."

Peter nervously fiddled with the hospital blanket in his hands, the collar made it impossible to look away. "...fair enough...but I really didn't think I was low!" He flinched as his body stiffened as he moved too much.

"Well, your results came back, its official, Spiders must have 9 lives because you managed to fall off a rooftop and not get the consequences from it."

Peters eyes lit up, "So, thats good! Right?"

"Yes Spider boy, you managed to not get any complications like paralysis, or you know, coma or-"

"Thank you...for, you know, coming back, i'm sorry you didn't get to finish your trip."

Stark sighed, frustrated he couldn't hold an angry/worried stance around the kid- "Nah, simple stuff, bad champagne, really not worth my time but that's business. This is way more important anyways- just get some rest, ok?"

"Yea! Oh- can I take this stupid collar off now?"

"The doctors actually want you to keep it on for the night- sorry!"

Peter groaned, "something tells me you're really not."

And so, in the coming weeks, recovery came relatively easy and slow, within months Peter was once more deemed Spider Man and his new webbing canister was perfectly crafted.

Little fluffed one shot! More to come~