Hi, this is based on the prompt by Nindragon and takes place straight after the post credit scene in CW. Also excuse any spelling mistakes - my laptop's broken and the next few chapters will be from my tablet.

"Can you shut the door?" Peter asked, and May pulled the handle towards herself as she made her way out.

Peter watched her leave, then put the ice-pack down next to him, squinting his eyes and watching the projected laser on the ceiling. "Cool." He whispered, fiddling with it until it turned off. He leaned back against his pillow and grabbed his phone.

"Where were you!?" Ned's message popped up first - in fact, they were all from him. Then there were a few game notifications and he rolled his eyes. He swiped left on the message and told him he was at the internship, signing and throwing his phone aside.

"Do you want something to eat?" May yelled from outside.

"No!" Peter answered, looking at the wall ahead of him and squinting. He was starting to get a headache. A bad one. He ran his head through his hair and winced. "What the hell." He whispered to himself, he went back to the spot and felt something hard in his hair. He rubbed the strands between his fingers and then looked at his finger. There were red spots. Blood? He was bleeding? He went back to his head and tried finding the cut - didn't seem like much. He laid his hand down and sighed, pressing the home button on his phone. 9:18. A good time as any time to go bed, he thought.

"Peter! I've been calling to you for the past ten minutes!" May yelled, flinging open his door and stomping in. "Unbelievable." She muttered, opening his curtains then pulling his duvet from the corner.

"What-ouch!" Peter shrieked, covering his face from the light and burying his face into the pillow.

"What is wrong with you?" She nodded her head, moving to his side and touching the side of his forehead. "You're a little hot." She said quietly to herself.

"My head's about to explode." He mumbled, squeezing his eyes shut.

"No it won't." She assured him, "and is that-that's blood!" She nearly screamed, holding the side of his head and moving closer to inspect the injury. "That's dry blood." She said again in shock.

He moved his hand and waved it on top of his head to move May. "It's nothing." He said, trying to pull the blanket up again.

"You could have injured-"

"May-"

"No. Was it-was it 'Steve and his friend'?" May asked, patting his head over the blanket.

"I guess." He replied, fidgeting a little.

"Do you want me to-"

"No, May." He said. "It's just a headache."

"Peter, its bleeding!" She argued, trying to take a better look.

"No it's not. It stopped-I checked! There's hardly a mark." Peter said innocently from under the pillow.

"Peter-"

"May! Please!"

"Fine, I'll get you a Tylenol." She smiled in sadness, reaching over the bed to close the curtains and then getting up to leave.

"Okay." He murmured with a yawn.

May looked at him sympathetically before making her way to the kitchen. She opened the cabinet and grabbed the little tub of tablets. She stared at it for a few seconds and then leaned against the counter, looking at Peter's door and then closing her eyes. "What are you doing, May?" She whispered to herself. What if she was going about things all wrong? Should she more concerned about what was going on?

She looked up at his door again, taking her phone off the counter. She opened up the schools number and texted that he wouldn't be in. "Here, take these." She said as she reached his room.

Peter turned around and lifted the duvet to reveal his face. She handed him the tablets and bent down to have a look.

"Your eyes are red." She stated, feeling his forehead again.

He took the tablets and covered his face again. She frowned, listening to him fumble with the tub under the blanket. "Some sleep and I'll be fine." He said, and within a few seconds, he stuck out his hand with the tub in his hand.

She took it and put it on the floor. "It's here-under your bed. I told you to move the desk closer, you know how much easier it would be?" She looked around and picked up some of his shirts, "and would it hurt to just put the dirty stuff in the basket? I have to come in here-"

"Mayyy," he whined, "my head!" He reminded her.

"You sound a little hazy. Peter, I think the hospital would be a good idea. You-"

"No!" He hollered, "I can't go there." He countered, and she rolled her eyes.

"Any particular reason? Because I'm your aunt and I decide." She argued, listening to him groan in discontent.

"Yes, because it's just a headache." He justified, "and I'm gonna...sleep", he said in between a yawn.

She nodded and got up with his shirts in hand, walking out of the room with the door open. No one was home anyway.

"I'm going to work, call me if you get worse." She said, putting on her coat and grabbing her bag. She went back to his room and put her bag on the side table, "actually I'll stay." She announced.

"No you won't." He demanded, "I'll call." He added sleepily.

"Ok, just promise you will." She insisted, and he hummed a 'yes' in response. "Okay, I'll see you at 9? I'll get off an hour early." She told him, taking her bag and making her way out.

"Why not?" Tony asked, typing away on his phone.

"His aunt called him in sick." Happy replied, tapping away on the tablet.

"Sick? He was fine yesterday." Tony put his phone down and frowned and tried to remember back to last night.

"He's fifteen. Teenagers are always bunking school." Happy replied in his usual know-it-all tone, and Tony nodded in disagreement.

"No, not Peter. This is the kid who built his suit and the webbing himself. Have you not met him?" Tony asked sarcastically, and Happy rolled his eyes.

"I'm just saying-"

"Because you're not very good at observations and-"

"You want me to check up on him?" Happy interrupted, and they both stopped walking.

Tony turned to him, "no. I'll do it." He said, "just pick up if I call, if you've figured out how-"

"You're hilarious, and that was one time." Happy replied in irritation.

"It was two times, actually, I remember because a very important meeting ended up not meeting because someone-"

"Are we still on that?" Happy interrupted, and Tony looked at him in annoyance.

"Oh, funny, was that-that a joke?" Tony smirked as they reached the entrance. "Okay, I'll be back." He said as the automatic doors opened.

He unlocked his car and took a seat. "The things you make me do." He said to himself as he drove out the facility.

Time flew by - he pulled up outside Peter's apartment block within fifteen minutes, "seriously, no parking? Where-Friday!" He yelled.

"At the next left-"

"Right, the next left." He looked up the street. That was a long left. He looked to his right and pulled in outside one of the driveways.

"Sir, I wouldn't recommend-"

"And I thank you, for the recommendation." He interrupted, getting out and locking the car. He crossed the street and entered the building.

"Oh-", a woman called out and he turned to see an lady with a bag on the floor in front of her and she clearly struggled to hold onto four more.

He looked up then back to her, "you-" he cleared his throat, "you need some help with that?" He asked, and she looked up.

"I would." She smiled in hesitation. "10th floor." She said.

"I'm going there too." He smiled briefly as he picked up her bag and took another two off of her and pressed the up button on the elevator. "I've never seen you before." She said as they entered.

"I'm just here to see my...um-uh intern. He works for me." Tony replied as they both uncomfortably waited. The doors finally opened and they both got out.

"Well, thanks." She said, taking her stuff from him and walking the opposite direction.

He watched her go and then looked to Peter's door. He knocked and waited a few seconds, and then knocked again. "Peter!" He yelled, his left hand in his pocket. He looked under the doormat, then on top of the door frame. Nothing. He looked back down at the floorboard. There was a small crack near the door. He smirked, "smart", putting his fingers through and pulling the metal feeling object until he took it out.

He brushed the key against his coat with a scowl, and then jammed it into the keyhole. He turned it and the door opened. "Peter?" He called again, making his way into his room, which was open.

"Would it kill you to answer the door" He said again when he saw Peter under the duvet. He moved closer and slowly lifted it off to reveal Peter's face and one of his hands facing towards him. "Peter?" He asked again.

Peter was shivering - he still had the headache, and he was somewhere between asleep and awake. He jerked when someone lifted the duvet from over his head and gasped.

"Easy, it's just me." Tony said, looming over him as he grabbed Peter's hand when he lifted it to hit him. It was shaking, a lot. Peter moaned in pain and his eyes were shut. Tony laid his hand down and saw Peter's phone light up from another message.

He picked it up - it was May. Call me! I told u to call. Then a few more from her, and then one from Ned complaining about not getting a call back, then the missed calls from him. He put it in his pocket and looked back at Peter as he bent down next to him. "Peter, can you move?" He asked.

"No." He said slowly, "I...", he trailed off.

"Is the light hurting your eyes?" He questioned, because it shouldn't be. The curtains were already closed and there was hardly any in the room, but Peter replied with a "hmmm".

"Come on, we're getting you checked out, and we'll talk about how stupid it was to not call me when you're better." Tony concluded, standing up and tugging at the duvet. "Peter." He said in a stern tone. "Can you move?" He bent down again - a little more concerned.

"No-no I can't move-ever again." Peter replied.

Tony exhaled, "now's not the time to be a pessimist, Parker."

"Go away." Peter mumbled from under there like a small child.

"You're not well. Listen to me, you have to move." Tony said in a softer tone as he put his hand on Peter's shoulder.

"I can't-can't move." He said again, with more pain in his voice. Tony pursed his lips, this was more serious than he thought.

"Okay." Tony muttered, running his hand down his face as he looked around for an idea.

Peter felt like he was in an illusion; he couldn't see straight, Iron Man was in his room, and his head was spinning. He could hear his heart thud against his chest and how loud his breathing was.

"I want May." Peter finally said with a raspy voice, about to cry. He should've asked her to stay.

Tony breathed out, "I know, but she's not here and I'm the next best thing." He said with a little humour to lighten the dire situation.

Peter moved his arm and pressed his hand against the sides of his head. "I'm gonna throw up." He said, and Tony quickly grabbed the trash can.

He waited a minute, and then put it back. "Okay. We'll wrap-", he walked outside and grabbed May's scarf off the coat rack right outside Peter's room and came back inside "this around your eyes and you just lean against me and I'll basically drag you to the car." Tony offered, bending down again. "It's the best I can do." He added, waiting for a response.

"No." Peter replied in a small voice.

Tony sat down on the chair. "I can get the suit." He offered. "But you're always telling me you don't want attention. I can say my intern got sick-"

"No!" Peter yelled, "I'll go." He said, taking his arms out from under the duvet and lifting his hand and up to his head.

Tony stood up and helped Peter, "see, it's not hard." Peter was slow. Really slow. Tony wrapped the scarf around him and helped him stand, and Peter nearly fell forwards if Tony hadn't caught him. He grabbed a cap hanging off the top corner of the bunk bed and put it on Peter's head. "Perfect."

"Help me!" Tony yelled as he shut the car door. He went to the other side and helped Peter out.

"You guys playing piñata?" Happy asked, squinting while Vision appeared and helped take Peter inside.

"The better question is, why are you dressed like a super-secret bodyguard?" Tony asked, and Happy took out his earpiece he was motioning to.

"Waiting for your call." He justified, and Tony nodded with a smirk.

"But why does he have this over his eyes?" Vision questioned as they took him in.

"Friday, lights out, I want it dark." Tony ordered when they reached the living room, and all the lights went out. There were the smallest rays coming from the few windows near the top.

"He has a migraine, or something." Tony replied as they started walking down the labs. He reached the medical room and opened the door. "Something's wrong with him." Tony motioned to a blindfolded Peter. The doctors looked up and nodded, taking hold of him.

"We'll wait outside." Happy looked to Tony, who didn't want to move.

"Why?" Vision asked, innocently looking to them both.

"Because it's-it's what you do." Happy argued, and Vision looked at him in confusion.

"Ok, big guy, let's go." Tony tapped Vision, who followed them out.

Happy closed the door behind them. Vision disappeared almost instantly and Tony walked out to the living room as the lights turned on. His pocket buzzed and he reached in and took out Peter's phone. May was calling.

"Peter! I've been-"

"May, it's me, Tony Stark." He cut in, and he heard her swear.

"Why the hell do you have my nephew's phone?" She nearly shouted in outrage.

"He's not well. He's here-"

"Here? Where's 'here'? How did you even-why are you with him?" She yelled, trying to fit all her questions in.

"He called me." Tony lied with confidence.

"He called you? Really?" She scoffed, a little sadness showing in her tone.

"May-"

"Where is he? Give him the phone right now-"

"He's getting checked out. I can send a car-"

"I don't need a car, I have a car." She interrupted, "just tell me the address." She demanded.

1 hour later

They'd argued and justified and now were all sitting outside the room in a depressed state. Pepper had arrived shortly after May and joined them.

"He is not well." Vision appeared through the wall, and everyone jumped.

"Vision." Tony said in a 'telling off' tone.

"Did he just walk through the wall?" May asked, looking at Vision closely.

"He's a-a robot-robot human." Tony stammered, then looking up at him.

"Peter had a subarachnoid haemorrhage." Vision said, and May's eyes widened.

"And that means?" Pepper asked, watching Tony freeze.

"A bleed in the brain following a traumatic brain injury or spontaneously, but a cut in the skull indicates it is the former. That is what the doctors said." Vision finished, watching the group in front of him fall apart.

"A bleed in the-", she choked and put her hands on her face as she cried into them.

Pepper was about to speak when the doors opened. "We have to operate." The doctor said, her foot in the door.

May nodded, "if it's gonna save him," she cried, resting her head on her hand again.

As soon as the doctor disappeared May shook her head in disbelief. "This is my fault." She said between cries, and Tony closed his eyes.

"Miss Parker-"

"No. He told me he got into a fight." She looked away again, "he told me some kid-Steve and his damn friend-they hit him. I didn't-I should've taken him last night." She sniffled. "Thank you." She looked to Tony.

Tony stared back with bloodshot eyes and tears. He looked down at the floor and suddenly stood up and walked away.

"Tony!" Pepper called after him, looking back at the group and then running after him. "Hey!" She yelled, her heels ticking as she tried to catch up to him.

He walked into the living room and stopped, breathing heavily.

"Is this a panic attack?" She said softly as she grabbed his shoulder.

"This is my fault. It's not hers!" He nearly shouted, and Pepper quickly looked down the corridor to see if anyone was coming.

"Tony-"

"No. I forced him to come. He-"

"You said he loved it and he wanted to!" Pepper yelled in defence.

"That shouldn't matter! He's fifteen, who cares what he wants? I took him there, if anything happens, that's on me!" Tony hollered.

Pepper looked down. "Maybe." She said, "or maybe that's just the price that comes with being superheroes." She continued.

"I dragged him into this."

"He would've ended up in trouble one way or another. The difference is that he had you looking out for him now." She told him, "wouldn't you rather he gets in trouble when he has a support system?" She said, waving her hand to motion to the facility.

"How do you that." He frowned, facing her and sighing.

"Do what?" She smiled.

"Make the worst situation better." He stated, looking down the corridor while she took his hand and pulled it towards her. They started walking and were soon both back outside the room.

Pepper let go of his hand and went to May, sitting next to her and comforting her. Tony took sat back down where he was and waited. They all waited.

"There's a 30% or higher of him developing complications for the rest of his life, as it is in all SAH patients." The doctor concluded after summarising the surgery. "You're just lucky you got him here, because most people die within thirty days if not diagnosed." He added, tapping his pen on his clipboard and looking back up. "Any questions?

"How long until he gets back to normal?" May asked a second before Tony did.

"We're not sure. He should be awake soon though." He replied, smiling and walking out and down the corridor.

"You can go first." Tony said to May, who nodded and before she opened the door, he put his hand in front of her, "I was the reason he was even out last night. If it's anyone's fault, it's mine." He said as he clenched his jaw. She didn't say anything, and Pepper was frowning at Tony for even bringing it up.

He waited around an hour before she came back out. "He woke up, about half an hour ago." She smiled, "do you wanna-"

"Sure." He said. Definitely, obviously, is that even a question? That was what he wanted to say, but he kept calm in front of May. "Vision or Pepper will get you something to eat." He added, and Vision led her away.

Tony opened the door. Peter looked to him. His eyes were half-closed and he was yawning. "Hey, Mr Stark." He said, with excitement in his tone.

"You sound jolly." Tony said back, sitting on the chair and pulling it closer towards the bed. "How're you doing?" He leaned back against the chair and grabbed a pen from the side table and spun it in his hand.

"Good." Peter replied.

"You weren't feeling well, why didn't you tell me?" Tony got into it right away, and Peter looked away and sighed.

"I thought it was just a headache-"

"You're Spider-Man-", he looked out the glass to look out for May, "-you have super healing, you don't get 'headaches'", Tony explained with air quotes on the last word. "You had a cut-"

"I know." Peter interrupted, still not looking at him.

"You know? And you still just-you should've called me." Tony reiterated, tilting his head a little left to get Peter's attention.

"I didn't think it was serious!" Peter said defensively as he turned to look at Tony, and then laid back and closed his eyes.

"Does it hurt? We-we can talk about this later." Tony said, looking over the bandage on his head.

"I wouldn't have gone unless I wanted to." Peter said after a minute of silence. "People get hurt, Mr Stark." He continued, sensing the guilt.

"Kids like you do don't, and you shouldn't have. You're young-"

"I'm not. And May's happy you brought me here-"

"I wouldn't have had to if I didn't take you in the first place. She thinks a bully named Steve beat you up." Tony said, and Peter nearly laughed.

"I'm fine. I'll heal quickly and I don't think I'll have any side effects. 70% of people don't, and my healing gives me an advantage." Peter reassured Tony, although it should've been the other way round. "What are the chances I'll be in the 30-"

"Okay, Doctor Parker, take it easy." Tony smiled, leaning back again and placing the pen back on the table. "But you're not...Spider-Manning for at least a month." He ordered.

"A month? Are you crazy?" Peter said in surprise, his eyes widening.

"That's crazy? Making sure you live is crazy?" Tony asked sarcastically.

"I can't go a month!" Peter complained.

"I'll make sure you can." Tony replied, "we can call your friend-the one that's been messaging you nonstop." He said, taking it Peter's phone from his pocket and handing it over.

Peter grabbed it and looked up, "fine." He said in a defeated tone.

Tony put his hand over Peter's phone to get his attention again, "and if I find out you're lying." Tony nodded his head.

"I won't!" Peter said, pulling his phone.

"Good, because liars don't get to become Avengers." He added, and Peter looked up with excitement.

"Right." He said. "Is that like a rule?"

"From now on it is." He replied, and Peter sighed in exhaustion. "Get some sleep." He said, standing up from his chair as Peter mumbled an "okay".

"Thanks for bringing me here." Peter said as Tony got up to leave.

"No need to be thankful. All I need is for you to stay out of trouble." Tony replied, moving the chair aside and making his way out of the room. Hopefully things would be okay.

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