When Peter woke up, he smelled bacon. Who was making bacon? He went downstairs, rubbing his eyes tiredly, seeing Tony in the kitchen, cooking.
Peter walked over, standing next to Tony, who ruffled his hair and put an arm around him.
"Slept well, kid?" He asked, not taking his attention off the breakfast. Peter nodded tiredly, leaning against Tony.
"There's some juice in the fridge. You can make yourself a glass."
Peter nodded and prepared the juice, as he was told. Tony finished the breakfast and they both ate in silence.
"You okay, kiddo? You usually talk a lot more than this."
"Just tired."
Tony nodded and put the dishes in the sink. He told Peter to suit up and meet him on the helicopter platform. Which Peter happily obeyed. Both hero's showed up after a few minutes in their suits, and Peter smiled as Tony followed him through the streets of New York.
"Mr Stark! I think there's dangers somewhere around here. My senses are going crazy!" Peter yelled, swinging through the streets.
"Just keep your eyes and ears open, kid!" Tony told him.
"Yes, sir!" Peter didn't get to say any more, as he felt a massive heat in his left side, falling to the ground and not hearing anything as he gasped for air.
Tony landed in the alley that Peter had fallen in and ran to him seeing blood seeping through the red and blue fabric.
"Kid?!" Tony yelled. "Can you hear me?"
Peter groaned, opening his eyes, seeing the blurry figure leaning over him.
"Mr Stark..?" He asked, closing his eyes.
"Stay awake!" Tony yelled pressing his hand to Peters wound, making him cry and scream in pain. Peter arched his back and Tony burned with sympathy.
"Easy.. easy.. don't move.. i know it hurts..." Tony whispered, pulling the kid into his hold. Peter howled in pain.
"FRIDAY! Get a medical team to the med bay!" Tony yelled, grabbing a tight hold of the kid, grabbing the edges of the red mask, making Peter protest heavily. Tony promised that no one would see who he was, and then he took off, flying away with the kid in his arms.
Tony flew to the Stark Tower, carrying the gasping child to the med bay, where he sat on an examination table with Peter in his arms.
"I'm gonna remove the bullet and stitch him up." A doctor explained.
"What..? Bullet? No. No no no. M'ster Stark, please don't let them hurt me! Please! Please, I don't want to! I don't want it!" Peter begged while crying and Tony just held him tightly and placed a kiss on his head.
Peter screamed and trashed around as the doctor reached the tools into the wound. Tony tried to keep him restrained and just whispered, that he was sorry.
Eventually Peter passed out from the pain and Tony was somewhat relieved, because now the kid would no longer be in pain.
Peter woke up again halfway through the stitching and whimpered, bringing attention to him.
"Stay still, stay still, almost done." Tony whispered and Peter squeezed the forearms of the iron man suit.
The doctor finished up and drew some blood.
"We're gonna sleep, okay? Pete, we're gonna take a nap. You understand?"
Peter nodded, snuggling into the red armor suit and fell asleep to the soothing light of the arc reactor.