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After talking to Peter, Tony waited to hear about how the control panel approach worked before trying it himself. Tony was currently banking sharply around a corner, trying to throw the robots off. One or two crashed into the building, but the rest quickly realized the trick. The four left in the group chased after Tony.
"How's everything going, guys?" Tony spoke into the comms.
He received a chorus of fine's and okay's.
Tony was brought sharply back into focus on the task at hand. He turned around, managing to hit one of the robots with a repulsor blast. He eventually got rid of two others, leaving him with the last. Suddenly, Tony heard a high-pitched shriek from street level.
"That from one of you guys?" Tony asked, still trying to get rid of the last bot.
"Tony, I think it might have been from where Spider-Man is," Steve said, grunting slightly.
"Underoos? You good?" Tony didn't bother to answer Steve.
There was no reply.
Instantly, icy-cold panic slithered its way up Tony's spine. After asking Friday where Peter was, he made his way over to the spider-themed hero. As he approached, he noticed a figure in red and blue curled up in a ball on the asphalt. Tony sped up, landing a few feet away.
The robot he had previously been avoiding fell behind him after being hit with a well-aimed repulsor blast. Tony rushed to get out of the suit, and ran to Peter. He grabbed his shoulder and shook it.
"Underoos? Peter?" He asked, only to realize that Peter was unconscious.
"Fri, tell the others that I'm going back to the compound," Tony called to the suit standing a few feet away.
"Of course, boss," Friday's Irish-accented voice replied.
Tony made his way into the suit, and went over to pick up Peter. Please be okay, Pete.
Peter woke up the strong smell of antiseptic. He opened his eyes, only to close them quickly after being blinded by the lights in the room. Learning his lesson, he slowly worked his eyes open and adjusted to the light.
He felt a hand on his own, and turned his head to his left, where Mr. Stark was sitting. As he observed his mentor, Peter realized that Mr. Stark's lips were moving. Wait, what?
"Mr. Stark, what's happening? I can't hear you," Peter said. Unbeknownst to him, Peter had just voiced himself extremely loudly.
In that moment, Tony's heart dropped down to his toes.
"Oh, Pete," Tony whispered, wrapping his hand over Peter's.