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This prompt is from Jessie on ao3 - Everyone forgets how high Peter's metabolism is, so when Peter is sick or injured or something, they don't give him the right amount of drugs. Not really there mentally, Peter calls out to Karen to call "dad" (never having called him that beforehand), and Karen savagely answers "Calling Mr. Stark" and the whole team is shocked and making fun of our boys in denial because even KAREN knows!

I hope you enjoy and apologies for any mistakes.

Calling Out For You

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The only thing Peter can feel is white hot pain.

It's so blinding that Peter's not one hundred percent sure where it's coming from, but he thinks it's originating somewhere on his side. The pain pulses with each beat of his heart and he scrunched his nose up and he squeezed his eyes shut as if it will help block out the pain.

"Hang on, Spidey. We've got you."

"Clint, put pressure on that wound. We need to stop the bleeding."

"Sorry, kid. This is going to hurt."

There was a warbled scream that sounded somewhere close to Peter. It took him a moment to realise that it was coming from him. Pain rocketed through Peter, his body arching as he tried to get away from it. He couldn't though, the pressure on his side to heavy. The pain felt as if it was getting pushed back into body, sending it throughout all his limbs.

"We need to give him something. Bruce?"

"Here. Hold him still, please."

"What are you giving him?"

"Morphine. It will help with the pain long enough for us to get him back to the compound. There you go, Spidey. Won't be long now until you feel the effects."

"We need to call Tony."

Tony. Tony could make the pain stop. Tony could fix it. Tony could fix anything.

"Dad," Peter sobbed out, the words ripping out of his throat, raw. "Dad! I want my dad."

"Oh shit."

"Shhh, Peter." A hand carded through his hair, the touch sending what felt like lightening through his scalp. "It's okay."

"Dad," Peter choked out around the pain that was still burning hot in his side and spreading like a spill throughout his body. "Dad, help me, please."

"Calling Mr. Stark."

Peter whimpered with relief even as the pain continued to pule throughout his body.

"Did his AI just call Tony? After he called him dad?"

Tony was coming. Tony was coming. Tony was coming.

Another sharp flare of pain set Peter's body alight with fire and he cried out, darkness creeping at the edge of his mind. Peter let himself fall into it. Tony was coming. He would be safe.

"-ou forgot to account for his metabolism. That's why the morphine didn't do anything."

"His metabolism. Of course. I'm sorry, Tony. Sorry that he was in so much pain."

Tony. That was Tony's voice Peter was hearing. He wanted to reach out, to see Tony for his own eyes but his body felt so heavy and the thought of opening his eyes felt like a mammoth task that he just didn't have the energy for.

There was big sigh and the sound of someone running their hand down their face. "Yeah. I know you are, Bruce." Peter felt a hand brush his curls back from his forehead. He wanted to lean into the touch, but he couldn't even muster a small twitch. "What happened, exactly?"

"Just a misstep in a training session Steve set up," Bruce explained. "Peter was doing really well with the drills. You would have been proud."

"I'm always proud," Tony's voice was soft, and it made Peter want to preen.

"It was an accident," Bruce said. "It could have happened to any member of the team."

"Yeah, but it happened to my kid," Tony huffed. "I swear, Bruce. He's a walking danger magnet. I'm wrapping him in bubble wrap."

Bruce laughed, the sound making Peter sink further into the mattress. "I think we would all pay to see that."

The hand that had been resting atop his head started carding through his curls again. "What am I going to do with you, kid, hmmm?"

"Make the adoption official?" Bruce suggested.

Tony made a spluttering noise. Peter didn't like that noise and so he struggled against the drugs that was making him feel heavy and foggy.

"What?"

"Tony," Bruce said. "He called out for his dad. His AI called you. How long are you going to keep denying it."

Peter finally managed to blink open his eyes. "Dad?" the word came out half cracked but it was enough that both Bruce and Tony snapped their attention to him.

"Pete, kiddo," Tony face hovered above him. There were dark circles under his eyes, his skin pale. He looked a mixture of both relieved and worried and Peter didn't like that look and he let out a little whimper.

"It's okay," Tony soothed, gently running his knuckle over Peter's cheek in a soothing motion.

Peter leaned into the touch, his eyes fluttering closed. The drugs coursing through his veins threatened to drag him under again and Peter forced his eyes open once more.

"Hey, kiddo. You have got to stop fighting the drugs," Tony said, giving a little huff of amusement. "Let them do their thing."

"No," Peter slurred. "Want… you…stay."

"I'm here, Underoos. I'm not going anywhere," Tony promised.

Peter reached for Tony clumsily. Tony understood, grabbing Peter's hand in his. Peter hummed happily and used his powers, sticking to Tony's hand.

"What the – kid, are you sticking to me right now?" Tony asked.

Peter hummed, eyes sliding close. "Stay."

Tony snorted. "Yeah, I'm not going anywhere, kid."

"You do realize he called you 'dad' right?" Peter heard Bruce ask as he drifted back into the darkness.

"Shut up."

Tony frowned at the way Peter curled up on the very end of the couch. He was practically curled around the popcorn bowl he was holding, his eyes never leaving the screen. Tony had had enough movie nights to know when Peter was fully invested in a movie and when he wasn't. Right now, Tony was sure that Peter wasn't taking in anything that was playing on the screen.

It had been almost two weeks since Peter had been injured and released from the medbay. For two weeks, Tony had to witness Peter slowly pull away from him. Peter shied away from his touches whenever they were be witnessed by someone from the team. He came by for lab session but would never hang around afterwards.

Tonight was the first time that he had managed to get Peter to stay for a team bonding session. Of course, Peter had chosen the furthest spot away from him, seated so close the edge of the couch Tony was sure the kid was going to fall off.

A nudge to his ribs had him looking away from Peter, only to see Rhodey giving him a confused look. He jerked his chin at Peter, raising a brow at Tony.

What's wrong with him?

Tony gave Rhodey a pointed look. I have no idea.

And wasn't that the question of the day. Tony had no idea why Peter was pulling away and it hurt that Peter felt he couldn't talk to him about whatever he was feeling. Without thinking, Tony was pushing himself up from the couch, mid-movie and came to stand in front of Peter.

"Mr. Stark?"

"Up you get kid," Tony said, holding out his hand for Peter to take.

Confused, Peter hesitated before taking Tony's hand and allowing himself to be pulled up. "Everything okay?"

"Uh oh," Clint teased from where he was spread out on the floor, back against Natasha's legs. "That's what you get for hogging the popcorn, kid."

"Oh," Peter blinked as Tony tugged him away from the living room. "Sorry, did you want some?"

"No," Tony said, shaking his head. He led Peter out of the living room, dropping their hands and instead placing it on Peter's shoulder. He steered Peter to the lab, the doors swishing open and closing behind them.

"Umm, Mr. Stark?" Peter asked, shooting Tony a look of confusion as he took the seat Tony offered him. "What's going on?"

"That's what I want to know," Tony said. He dragged his stool over and took a seat in front of Peter. "What's going on, kid?"

Peter looked down at the bowl of popcorn he was still clutching. "I don't know what you mean?"

Tony sighed. "Kid. Ever since you got out of the medbay you've been…distant. Have I done something to make you uncomfortable? Do you think I'm mad about the incident? Because I'm not. It was an accident kiddo and I'm glad it happened here where we could treat you quickly."

Peter shifted in his chair and Tony narrowed his eyes on the motion. Bingo.

"It is about the incident," Tony stated. He swallowed thickly. "Do you feel that it wasn't an accident?"

Peter looked up sharply. "What? No! I know it was an accident."

"Then help me out here, kiddo!" Tony said, voice rising. "I want to help you, but I can't if I don't know what's going on with you, kid."

"I called you dad," Peter blurted out, face going pink.

Tony blinked, reeling back. "That's it?"

Peter gaped at Tony. "What do you mean 'is that it?' I called you dad in front of the team! They all heard it and they've been teasing you constantly about it and I'm sorry!"

Tony felt relief cursing through him, his heart blooming in his chest. There was a flickering of anxiousness though and he swallowed around it. "Are you sorry you called me dad or sorry that you said it in front of the team?"

If possible, Peter's face went even pinker. In a whisper, he said, "that I said it in front of the team."

"So, you want to call me dad?" Tony asked, a big smile stretching across his lips.

Peter nodded.

Tony laughed, a bright, joyful sound. He scooted closer to Peter, pulling him into a tight hug. "Oh kid, I love you."

Peter returned the hug, giving a little shudder. "Love you too, dad."

Tony pulled back, smiling brightly at Peter. "Hey, I don't want you to ever think that I would be embarrassed about you calling me dad. This is…the greatest honour you could ever give me."

"Yeah?" Peter asked, looking at Tony with so much hope.

"Yeah," Tony said. "I'm proud to be your dad, kiddo. For however long you want me to be."

"Forever," Peter said immediately.

Tony beamed. "Forever sound pretty good to me."

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