Peter was excited. His birthday was approaching! He had many plans, but he wanted to surprise Mr. Stark and show he could plan a party. However, he forgot to include on variable into his equation: Procrastination.
School was dismissed and he had no plans. No invites, no food, no party games. It was even raining! It was a horrible day. A horrible day to have a birthday.
As Peter was about to leave to trudge home, a very distinct voice caught his attention.
"Hey Parker! Loser! Hey I'm talking to you!"
Peter sighed as Flash approached him. Great. Another thing to add to the 'Universe Hates Peter' list. Seriously. He had one- FRIDAY helped sometimes when Peter had a bad day.
"What do you want? Can't you just leave me alone? It's my birthday! Aren't you still scared by "
Flash muttered under his breath a bit before replying,"Yeah, whatever. I'm just here to wish you a Happy Birthday. See you tomorrow, Jerk."
Peter frowned as Flash left. Deciding to continue without a snarky quip, Peter continued home. At one point Peter was jostled and a gift was rudely shoved into his hands. It was small, but wrapped nicely.
Shrugging, He continued.
When Peter entered the tower, he was greeted by a shout of, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
Peter was shocked by the pure amount of people there. was there with Wong, Shuri and T'Challa were there, the Guardians, the rest of the Avengers including Thor, Jane, Scott, and countless others.
He smiled as tears began to collect in his eyes. Suddenly his Spider Sense went crazy. Peter winced, and collapsed. Tony went to comfort him when a blast knocked him away. An explosion tore through the tower.
As the dust settled, Peter was in so much pain. Even then, he groggily recalled the sweetly wrapped gift.
That had ticked slightly.
Peter giggled before coughing up blood and passing out with pain.
Groot had recovered, along with most of the people that had been in the back of the group. Stark had a gash on his arm from debris, and Gamora had hit her head, other than that, everyone was fine.
"I... Am GROOT?" Groot suddenly began frantically digging through piles of debris.
"You're right! How could we forget about Peter!" Peter Quill Exclaimed.
Everyone erupted into action, urgent and worried.
In the end, it was Jane who found him.
"Guys? Guys I found him! Over here!" She gestured to where she was. Jane began to dig Peter out of the pile he was in. She was startled and alarmed by the blood. So much blood.
Stark reached Jane's position and his brow furrowed.
"Dang it kid! Stop getting hurt!" He cried softly.
They retrieved Peter and safely moved him to a miraculously intact Med Bay.
Peter died. Twice. The second time they revived him, he stayed alive. He barely survived surgery and was so wrapped up he looked like a cocoon.
Tony couldn't stand it. He left the room, and was stopped by Steve.
"Tony? Are you alright?"
Stark shook his head. Angrily , he said, "My kid died. He died twice! Peter could die again and not get revived! No! No, I am not okay!" A tear leaked out of his eye and Steve pretended to not notice.
it was a rough wait.
when Peter finally woke up, a week later, he was greeted by his family. A big, loving family that cared.
"Mr... Tony?" Peter groggily cracked open an eye.
Tony had been sleeping, but woke up. "Kid? Oh gosh kid, I'm so glad you're awake."
Nat snorted. "No duh, you were calling for him in your sleep!"
Tony blushed slightly but turned back to Peter. Cracking a smile, he said, "What would I do without you, kid?"
But MC! This is so short!
Yeah yeah yeah. Too bad.
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