One minute he was mixing some chemicals for his web fluids in Mr. Stark's lab and the next Peter's spider senses were going off but too late as he was thrown across the room where he crumpled into a heap on the floor.
Peter must have passed out for a while because when he opened his eyes and looked around dazed, smoke filled the room and choked him. The room was on fire, Peter could feel the heat creeping closer.
Peter groaned trying to lift his head, but his body was trapped under some debris. His groggy brain told him he had to do something quickly.
"Karen, call… Missr… Stark?"
"Calling Mr. Stark"
After a few rings that made Peter's head pound, his mentor picked up.
"Hey Spiderling, what's up? How's th-"
"Mr. St-stark? I… ummm". What did he need again? His head was getting heavy. Oh yeah help! "I-I uh need h-help …"
Instantly, Tony was alert. "Peter? What's wrong buddy Are you hurt?" Touching his glasses, he said "Friday, pull up Peter's vitals". A small screen filled the corner of his vision and he could see that the kid's blood pressure and oxygen levels were getting lower and lower.
"Peter answer me! What happened!?"
On the other end, Peter had passed out again and was now vulnerable to the raging fire. Tony could hear his labored breathing through the phone. "Friday g-get my suit and call Bruce! Have him ready at the medbay!" he called out.
At full power, Tony was able to reach the tower in just a few minutes from where he was at a meeting. He smashed through a window and scanned the room looking for Peter. There! Under a pile of debris, he spotted the kid's legs. He rushed to him, pulling up his mask. He rubbed Peter's chest and called out to him. "Peter! Peter kiddo wake up!"
Slowly, Peter started blinking sluggishly. "Ughhhh" he groaned, finally opening his eyes to find Mr. Stark leaning over him. He tried to sit up only to whimper when a burning sensation went up his stomach.
"…rk? Missr Stark? H-hurts… I can't bre- I can't breathe".
"Hang on Peter. I got you kiddo. We're getting you out of here"
With his suit, Tony was able to shift enough of the wreckage to move Peter.
"Talk to me Friday, what's the damage" Tony asked, frantically scanning the boy.
"Peter appears to have internal bleeding in his stomach causing his blood pressure to drop rapidly. I also suspect that he has sustained a major concussion in addition to minor cuts and bruises. Urgent care is advised." Friday replied.
"Alright, kiddo. I'm going to pick you up now. It's going to hurt, but stay with me okay? Can you do that for me?"
Peter looked up at Mr. Stark trying to clear his head. "Uh-huh", he replied but already he was closing his eyes.
"Peter! Stay with me you hear? We need to get you some help."
Peter tried his best to follow Mr. Starks orders, but it was hard! All he wanted to do was take a quick nap. Just for a few seconds. When Mr. Stark lifted him up in his arm, however, his stomach was jolted, and he chocked back a cry. He saw stars for a few seconds and then he felt disconnected from his body.
Mr. Stark kept talking to him, but the words didn't make sense anymore. "St-…. you hear m-…..plea-….open your e-…PE-"
And then everything went black.