"I've never seen one before." Peter squinted, holding the glowing object in his hand.

Tony snatched it out of his hands and frowned, "and you don't need to." He inspected it himself and put his faceplate on. "Friday?"

"It seems to be an explosive." Friday informed, and Tony nearly jumped.

"A what?" He shrieked, "Friday, there's hundreds of people-"

"I'd recommend-"

Friday was cut off by the blast when the object in Tony's hand shattered into tiny pieces. Tony gasped as he felt himself uncontrollably catapult backwards. He hit the wall with force and the last thing he heard was the metal on the suit crunching.

Rhodey went the opposite direction with Vision, and both landed on the floor unconsciously.

A few minutes passed before Peter woke up. He coughed and for the first minute, it was too painful to even move. He clenched his fists and shut his eyes for a few minutes trying to catch his breath.

He moved to his side and shifted back against the wall, putting his hands on the rubble and dragging himself up. There was a stabbing pain in his side, and he looked down to see a piece of glass sticking out.

He coughed again, looking up for the first time. It was smokey and he couldn't see anyone. He looked back down at his side and clenched his teeth, taking hold of the glass with both hands and pulling it out slowly.

"Ka-Karen?" He wheezed, "Karen!"

"Yes-yes-yes, Peter."

"Are you-you okay?" He frowned when he heard her falter. She was a machine, she wasn't supposed to do that.

"My systems seem to be-be-be damaged." Karen stammered, and Peter closed his eyes and threw his head back against the wall.

"Did-what did the glass do?" He said with a hoarse voice when he felt a jolt of pain near the injury.

"I would recommend stitching that up quickly-quickly." Karen suggested.

Peter scoffed and shook his head, "I can't. How…like, how bad is it?" He asked.

"There is no damage to any internal organs, but you have lost a lot of blood. You could pass-"

"Okay, okay. Thanks, Karen." He cut her off, wiping his hands against his chest to get the blood off. "That's useless information, but thanks." He whispered, coughing again as he fidgeted.

He moved to his left and stuck his hand on the larger boulders to lift himself up. He looked around, "Mr Stark!" He yelled, moving down against the wall. "Vision!"

On the other side of the warehouse, Tony gasped awake, slamming his metal hand against his chest in panic. He tried lifting his head but fell back again.

"Friday! Friday!" He yelled, feeling a painful jolt go up his spine.

"My visual and auditory system's seem to be down, sir." Friday replied, and Tony lifted up his hand and fiddled with the side of his face until the faceplate opened up to take a breath.

"What's-what's damaged? Am I paralysed?" Tony frowned as his heart raced.

"No, you should be able to move. I can see a head injury and two broken ribs." Friday informed, and Tony coughed as he moved backwards to try and stand.

"Who else is-is here." Tony said quietly.

"My visual system is damaged." Friday repeated, and Tony muttered something under his breath as he got up and stomped forwards in the suit.

"I can see. That's enough." He mumbled, scanning the area for someone. Peter. Damn. "Peter!"

"Mr Stark?" Peter replied from what seemed to be miles away.

Tony tried to look in the right direction but it was difficult, especially because his suit was no help. "Tell me the thrusters work."

"One seems to be-"

"Three's enough." He tried them all and thankfully, only his right hand wasn't working. He glided across to the other side before another one stopped working and he tripped forwards.

"Parker!" Tony yelled when he spotted Peter next to the wall.

"Ohmy-is everyone else-what was that? It was crazy!" Peter stammered, slumping against the wall when he saw Tony walk towards him.

Tony waved his hand "calm it. Are you hurt?" He tried inspecting him, "Friday's down, I can't tell."

"I'm fine." Peter said, fidgeting uncomfortably. "Where are the others?" He squinted, looking around.

Tony looked to where Peter was staring, "not with me. I haven't-"

"You're insane!" A voice called from behind, and both Tony turned around to see Rhodey limping towards him. "Are you okay?"

Tony raised his eyebrows, "I'm fine."

Rhodey nodded, "then you're insane. You've gone absolutely-"

"I told you to stay at home." Tony cut in, shrugging his shoulders.

"Why, you come here expecting to die?" Rhodey argued, glancing at Peter, "and you brought him." He looked at him accusingly.

"For the record, I told both of you not to come." Tony said, glancing at them both.

Peter lifted up his hand, "I gave you the lead!" He complained, shifting to his left to relieve the pain.

"Take it easy, Spider." Rhodey said worriedly when he saw him hunch over, "is that blood?"

"No. No, it's not." Peter said defensively, and Tony looked over instantly. "I'm fine." Peter repeated.

"Where's Vision?" Tony looked behind Rhodey.

"I don't know?"

"He was with you-I saw you both-" he made a catapulting gesture, "-in the same direction."

"I didn't see him there."

Tony froze for a second - Vision was probably the last piece of Jarvis he had left. "He's a-a machine, he's not supposed to-he should be-," he took a breath and frowned.

"Tony. He's probably here somewhere." Rhodey said in concern when he saw him panic.

"I am okay." Vision interrupted as he walked over some rubble behind Peter, who was startled. "That was just unexpected." He continued, and Tony sighed in relief.

"Is your suit working?" Tony turned to Rhodey, who shook his head.

"Nothing's working. Which is surprising since you're the one who was holding that thing." Rhodey frowned.

"Then step out, you look like a can of crushed tomato soup." Tony eyed his wrecked suit - it was a surprise he wasn't injured.

Rhodey looked at him with an irritated look across his face, "that doesn't even make sense, you're the one wearing red."

"That doesn't matter-"

"It does matter, because tomato soup can's are-"

"The people." Peter interrupted after staring at the ground for a minute.

Tony glared at him with a baffled look, "what?"

"You said there were hundreds of people before…", he trailed off with a look of fear across his face.

Tony nodded, "they were told to evacuate an hour before. I meant around the area, but it didn't do a lot of damage." Tony motioned around the area. Only the building they were in was damaged, and it was a warehouse, and the walls were still standing.

"We were wrong." Vision said, appearing in the opposite corner he was in last time.

Rhodey frowned, "what does that mean? And where were you?"

"There were five more, on every fifth floor on the opposite corporate building." Vision informed, and everyone looked to each other.

Tony laughed humourlessly. "That's impossible. The signals were only coming from here, I checked-"

"They were activated later on." Vision said, turning around.

The others followed him across the broken structure to the door, which Vision opened. They all looked up at the building.

"No." Tony whispered, "no, this wasn't supposed to happen." He looked at the fires breaking out, people screaming and the flock of ambulances on the ground floor.

"We have to help them-we have to gather the-the objects." Peter said a little out of breath.

"I can-I can probably get to the top floor." Tony said, looking upwards. "So can Vision."

"I can help near the bottom." Peter added, "get them out."

"You don't look so good, first get-"

"I'm fine." He said, and he knew the only reason he was even standing straight was because of the adrenaline.

"Let's go then."

"My daughter. She's-oh my-she's inside! I brought her to work-", the woman broke off into a cry.

"I can get to her, ma'am, what's her name?"

"Zina, it's Zina." The woman said as two paramedics took her away and two more followed him. "Please hurry!"

Peter nodded and disappeared down the hall with them, squeezing through the gap and ending up inside what looked like a square. It was dark, and there was smoke and cement everywhere. "We'll be here for the child!" One of them shouted from across the gap.

"Zina!" Peter shouted, coughing and holding back a cry when he pulled on his side. He leaned back against a wall and took out the bandage he'd taken from the paramedic. He unrolled it with shaking hands and folded it up, pushing it under the cut in his suit and leaving it on the cut, which was still bleeding. "You're okay." He shook his hands and clenched his fists, leaning off and getting back. "Zina!" He yelled again.

"I'm here!" A small voice shouted, and Peter instantly turned his head towards the direction. "Help me!"

"Where are you?" Peter asked softly.

"Here!" The voice said again, and he swung onto the other side of a wall to find the young girl. "Is my mom here?"

Peter froze when he saw her. "N-no. She's-she's outside, she's waiting for me to get you." He answered, looking at her leg, which was trapped under the collapsed ceiling.

"But I can't move my leg. How will I get to her?" She asked with a pained face.

"It's okay, I'll get you out."

"Are you Spider-Man?" She asked, and Peter smiled.

"Yep. And you're Zina. How old are you?"

"Seven, but I'm nearly eight." She answered, and Peter looked around the ceiling.

"Can you feel your foot?"

"Yes."

He crouched down and looked past her leg. Thankfully she wasn't trapped trapped. "I'm gonna lift this up, and you move your leg as soon as I do. Okay?" Peter looked over to her.

"Uh huh." She nodded while frowning. "But it's heavy." She warned.

"We can do it." Peter grabbed it from both sides and looked back to Zina. "Ready?"

"Ready." Zina said.

Peter lifted it up with allis strength and watched the young girl pull her leg from the side. He gasped as he smashed it back down and leaned against it in pain.

"Are you okay? I told you it was heavy."

"You were right." Peter said quietly and out of breath as he turned to face her. "You have a cut on your head, can you feel it?" He asked, moving forwards to look at it.

"I can't feel it." She shrugged her shoulders.

"That's not a good thing." Peter said in the 'parent' voice. He looked up where he'd jumped from. "Hold on." He picked her up and webbed over.

"Woah." She said in surprise.

"Squeeze through there." He instructed when they reached the gap. She fidgeted and stared at the opening. "Zina."

"It's small. What if I get stuck?"

"You won't get-it's big enough. Come on." She didn't budge. "There are doctors on the other side just for you." He nudged her a little and she stepped into the gap and within a few seconds she was out.

He heard the paramedics fuss and lead her out. He looked back at the gap and moved in but there was a rumbling sound. He looked up and watched the supporting structure crumbled, and jumped back.

He jumped back and watched it collapse. "Karen!" He shouted angrily, "where-where-", he broke off into a coughing fit. "Find me a way out."

"You will not be able to lift your way out in your condition, how-"

"Peter?" Tony's voice cut in.

"Mr Stark?" Peter frowned, looking around his dark surroundings.

"The building's evacuated. Where the hell are you?"

"Evacuated? It's only been like…", he paused and tried thinking bak to how long he'd been here.

"Two hours, Parker, we've been here for two hours. Where are you?" Tony emphasised on the question again, clearly irritated. "If you're home-"

"No-I'm not-why would I be home?" Peter replied in a frustrated tone.

"Okay?" Tony said again, prompting for him to continue. "Peter!" He yelled down the intercom when Peter didn't reply.

"I don't know!" Peter shouted, slumping against the wall.

"You don't-what do you mean you don't know? Are you inside the building?"

"Yes." His voice cracked, "I'm inside."

"Which floor? Do you remember which-"

Peter shook his head, holding the nose of the bridge. "The tenth? Eleventh? I don't-don't know. It's all-all over the place." He shook his head.

"Are you hurt?" Tony asked instantly, and Peter looked down at the make-do bandage which was soaking with blood now.

"A little."

"How much is a little?"

"There was this piece of glass in the warehouse and I-I took it out-"

"You told me-you lied. I don't-how can I find you! Ask Karen to-"

His rant was cut off when the ground under him shifted again and he looked up to see a huge pillar swing down his way. He moved back and got ready to push it off but it him him. Too quickly - he didn't have time to move or push and it fell right on top.

He gasped when he woke up this time, and this time Tony was screaming down the intercom. He squinted at the volume and took a few quick breaths as he tried to move.

"I'm-I'm here." He sniffled, realising he had tears in his eyes.

"We'll find you, Peter." Tony reassured.

Peter instantly moved his hands under his face, which was facing the floor and making him breathe in smoke and dust. He tried lifting himself up and yelled in pain.

"What is it?" Tony asked, but Peter didn't hear. He turned his head painfully to see that he was basically buried, and he was nowhere near strong enough to pull himself out.

He faced the floor again and his heart started racing. He was trapped. He felt the pain near his side get stronger and moved one of his hands near it.

"Tell me you're not under all of this." Tony said quietly.

"I am. I'm under-I'm gonna die." He whispered, closing his eyes tightly when there was another jolt of pain in his chest this time. "I can't even breathe-"

"You can breathe. Just keep talking, we'll keep-", he stopped, and Peter heard Rhodey say something. "No, no. You shouldn't be talking." Tony corrected, "you'll be okay."

"You don't know that." Peter said pessimistically.

"I can't feel my legs." Peter said, breaking off into a cry. "I shouldn't have-why did I go in?" He cried into his arm.

"Peter, I said-"

"Just get me out." He said quietly.

"I'm-I'll find you-we're looking, Peter-do you see anything?"

"No, no, it's all-all black-you don't even know-"

"Stop panicking." Tony said.

"Karen just end the call." He said out of breath and irritated.

"Peter, don't you-"

Karen cut in, "Peter, I wouldn't recommend-"

"Karen turn it off. Turn off the intercom!" He clenched his fists.

Tony tried again,"Peter-"

"Intercom turned off. Peter, you need to get medical attention straight away."

"Send-send a message to May. Say-uh-tell her I love her. I love her a lot." He said, because at that moment that was all he could think of saying. "I can't-", he clenched his jaw as he felt a wave of tears. "

It was quiet. He could hear himself breathe, and things crumble away in the back. He looked down towards his feet and watched the pool of blood.

"Falling asleep with a head injury is not a good idea." Karen advised. Head injury? He lifted his shaking hand and ran it over the mask until he felt that damp part. He brought it up to his face and saw the blood and then had a dizzy spell.

His vision blurred and he squinted as his eyes but he was having difficulty staying awake. He grabbed his mask with both hands and desperately took it off in an attempt to help him breathe, but it didn't help because he slipped into unconsciousness in no time.

"-telling a fourteen year old who is trapped under a building not to worry?" Rhodey asked bewildered. "Understand his point of view."

"We've been looking for fifteen minutes. He's gone, he won't help, I don't even know where he could possibly be."

Rhodey looked around the crumbled mess, "why don't we wait for someone?" He suggested, and Tony stopped in his tracks.

"We're not waiting for anyone." He shook his head with his mind made up.

Rhodey scoffed, "Tony, your-your suit's broken - you can't see anything. How do you expect to find him? Look I told Vision-"

"I haven't got time." Tony brushed him off and kept going.

They spent another twenty minutes looking when Rhodey stopped and sat back on the rubble. He sighed in exhaustion and watched Tony throw away scraps as he dug under more debris. He coughed and turned his head left and saw the glimpse of red.

He looked back to Tony and bent down, using his suit to push back a slab. His heart started racing as he finally lifted it away to the side. He grabbed the red and swore under his breath. A red scarf. He scoffed and clenched his fists as he threw it to the side.

"I found him! Rhodey, what are you doing!" Tony shouted from behind, and Rhodey instantly looked up to see Tony on his knees a few meters ahead. He looked down at the scarf again before making his way over.

"I'm here, I'm-" he froze when he saw Peter. He looked dead, and he didn't look like he was breathing - his right hand was scrunched into a fist and his left one under his head.

"Is he…you know."

"He's alive." Tony said quickly, pulling his hand away from over Peter's face. "We're here." He said to Peter as he got ready to release Peter.

"Slowly. It could be stabbing him or something." Rhodey warned as Tony got ready to push the pillar off.

Tony nodded, clearing his throat as he slowly lifted up the pillar and put it down on the other side, instantly kneeling down next to Peter.

"Peter?" He said, holding him by the shoulders. His own heart was thudding against his chest, because this was a situation he really, really didn't want to be in. Ever.

"Mark forty-six arriving in three, two, one." Friday informed, and Tony turned his head to see his other suit arriving at his location. He let go of Peter reluctantly and stepped out of his suit and got into the next one.

He quickly made his way back and held onto Peter, lifting him up and immediately looking away from the blood. He got ready to take off and turned his head to Tony.

"I-you-"

"I'll find a way back. Go. Take him." Rhodey said, watching him take off.

The third time he woke up, he wasn't in pain. He frowned and looked at the ceiling before glancing around the room. It was dark, and no one was there. He looked out the window - it had to be the middle of the night. The only light was from the corridors outside. He sighed and stared at the balloons and bears in the corner. Ned, MJ and Happy were the names that stood out in the front.

He contemplated getting up and checking around, but decided against it, since he'd already ended up here with the series of bad decisions he'd made.

"Look whose awake."

Peter tuned his head to see May walking in with a glass of water in her hand. Peter smiled.

"You want the lights on?"

"No." Peter said, because the rays from the corridors through the window and open door was enough.

"Are you okay? Any pain?"

"No."

"Let's get into this then. What was that?"

Peter opened his mouth in surprise, "May-"

"No, you don't get to 'May' me. You realise how scared I was?" She asked as she walked to him.

Peter exhaled, "I know-"

"No, you don't know." May teared up. "I can't even begin to explain." She shook her head in disappointment.

Peter looked down ashamed. "Sorry."

"What did we agree on?" She asked, and he looked up reluctantly. "Peter! What did-"

"I wouldn't do anything dangerous." He said in a high-pitched tone.

"And you thought going in there injured wasn't dangerous?" She put her hand over her mouth, "you could've died."

"I was trying to help!" Peter said defensively.

"And who was going to help me when I got a phonemail saying-" she stopped and her hand was over her mouth again as she stopped herself from crying.

"Sorry."

"Why do you do that? You're so-don't be so careless." She said, frowning as she sat down on the chair and took his hand. "Please be careful."

"I will. Promise." He said, and he had the feeling that he'd said those exact words to her before.

"Tony Stark shouldn't have let you go." She said, shaking her head in disagreement over his decision, "he knows you're fifteen-"

"It wasn't his fault. I asked to go."

"And he should have the sense to say no." She argued.

Peter looked at her, "May, none of us knew what was going to happen."

May nodded, "I mean he's the adult-"

"May."

"Okay. Okay, fine." She said, putting up both hands.

"Is…uh-everyone asleep?" Peter asked, bringing up his hand to the back of his head.

"No. No, they're all-um-outside. In the living room." She nodded her head, "no one's sleeping." She said quietly.

"Was-were they mad?"

May scoffed lightly, "mad? Have you ever seen Iron Man cry?" She said in a happy tone.

Peter looked up with a scowl. "Cry?"

"I'm kidding!" She moved back in her chair. "He was close to it though." She looked to the floor. "Do you wanna talk-"

"No-no."

"I think you do." She said, standing up and pushing the chair to the side. She turned to leave and came back again, kissing him on the forehead and then patting his shoulder before leaving.

He watched her leave and waited a few minutes, leaning his head back.

"Don't you look so much better when you're not being crushed by a building." Tony said sarcastically as he stopped at the door.

Peter pursed his lips and waited for him to continue. "I should've said something."

"Damn right you should have said something." Tony walked in, "I asked you. I asked you several-"

"I thought I was okay."

"No." He said, shaking his head, "no-that wasn't for you to decide."

Peter started scratching the back of his head. "I didn't know."

"That is why I asked!" Tony said, trying not to get too loud. "You're not coming again."

"I'm not-I saved people. I saved that girl! No one would've seen her and I got to her!" Peter argued, knowing he wasn't making sense.

"Girl? What girl?" Tony asked in confusion, "it doesn't matter-"

"It does matter! She was like seven. You wouldn't have found her." Peter stared at him agape.

"I wouldn't have found you. I didn't want to be looking for you, and I sure as hell didn't wanna pick up a few rocks and find you half dead. That's what I didn't want."

Peter broke their gaze and turned his face away from Tony. The darkness was making it much easier to hide the awkwardness. "Okay." He whispered, "I should've been smarter."

Tony sighed, putting one hand in his pocket. "Don't do it again." He said, tapping his right foot on the floor. "Especially because your Aunt is-you know."

"She's scary." Peter added.

Tony shook his head, "not-not scary-"

"A little scary."

"A little scary." He smiled, "and I think she's waiting to get back in." He pointed vaguely towards the door.

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