Okay, guys, before I start this off, I'd like to say I have no clue what I'm doing XD.

Not with the story, of course! No, I definitely know the direction this is gonna go in, I already have anything planned. But, what I don't know, is what happens to a person with brain damage.

I did some research, though, and made a list of symptoms (sleep inability, light sensitivity, nausea, dizziness/disorientation, and vomiting), so hopefully I did okay.

And, if I didn't... Well, let's pretend I did anyway!

Enjoy!

"I don't see why I have to do this," Happy grumbled, unhappily through the phone, as he wandered through the apartment complex and headed for Peter's place. "Or why I have to check on him. Last time I checked, he was your problem. Not mine."

"Ah, true, true." The billionaire smirked, as he sat and watched the hologram he made do his work for him. He'd been called in to a meeting with president of the US, but found it boring, so he excused himself and sent in a hologram instead. To put it shortly, he thought it was working perfectly. "But," He continued. "You work for me, so he's your problem too."

Happy just scoffed as he made it to the doorway. "Please," He stated, sarcastically. "I wouldn't work for you if I didn't want to." Then, knocking on the door for a moment, he stopped and paused, as the room stayed silent. "Kid?" He questioned. "Come on, kid, open up!"

"What's going on?" The man asked as he set down his drink on the coffee table in front of him. He was in a casual coffee shop, but it was also small and quiet enough so that, hopefully, he wouldn't be recognized behind his sunglasses as he pulled up his Starkpad. "The kid not answering?" He questioned, curiously.

Trying the door handle, Happy sighed in annoyance and huffed when it seemed to be stuck. "Nope, door's not opening," He stated.

"Try the window then."

"What?" Happy blinked in disbelief, his voice seeping with snark. "Why—Why would I try a window? There's thousands of them!"

"More like twenty of them, I'm sure, but that's not really the point. The kid can climb up walls, why can't you?"

"Oh, I don't know." Happy rolled his eyes, despite the fact that he could be seen, but it didn't matter, as the latter could almost sense it through the other side. "Maybe because—and this is good—I'm not a superhero?"

"Ah." The billionaire shook his head. "Well, that could explain it. Anyway—" He tapped away on his Starkpad. "Trying picking the lock, or using the key under the carpet."

Happy cocked an eyebrow. "Yeah, I don't think that'll work—"

"Why not? I've done it—"

"Of course, you have..."

"Specifically the kid's, but yeah," Iron Man answered, as if said answer should've been obvious. "What, you haven't?"

"What—No!" Happy shook his head as he bent down and dug under the old rug, only to find a rusty, metal key. "That—That's not something normal people do," He defended himself as he fiddled with the object and lock, before walking into the apartment.

"Are you saying I'm not normal?"

"What?! No..." Happy spoke, with his usual sardonic tone, as he scanned the apartment and his surroundings. Everything looked as if it usually did, but, then again, he knew to trust his instincts more often than not. Because—in reality—things felt... off.

That, and the complex was creepily quiet.

Not that it usually wasn't, of course, it was always quiet at the Parker residence, always has been, always was, it wasn't like Peter held parties every other weekend. But this, to put it lightly, was different.

Because, if Happy learned anything about the kid, it was he was anything but calm.

No, Peter was always happy and upbeat. No matter what, the kid was always jumping with joy and asking questions about anything and everything. And, if he was in a mission... Well, he wouldn't be running around in circles, but it was safe to say that'd he'd be running a lot, especially if it was on adrenaline.

So, he figured it was safe to say that if the kid had stayed awake for the eight hours, like instructed, he'd either be a), really exhausted or b), really excited.

...Which was why he was shocked when he found the kid sleeping under his Spider-Man sheets (yes, because if Tony didn't want the kid to reveal his identity, it made perfect sense for the billionaire to give those as a gift), still in his sweater and shorts from the night before.

"Shit," the chauffeur whispered as he swiftly stepped closer to the sleeping superhero. It wasn't like he was worried that the kid was full-out dying, but he was sweating, shivering, and—as far as the former head of security could see—running a fever, which was enough to make him worried.

"What? What is it?" The other man asked from over the phone. He'd been so caught up with the kid, Happy'd almost forgotten he'd been talking to him. "What happened, Hap? Is it the kid? I swear, I told him—"

"To stay awake for eight hours?" Happy questioned as he tried to shake the superhero awake. So far, it wasn't working and, even if it was, all Peter did was groan and turn away, before he absentmindedly rolled on his side, so his back was now turned to man.

'Well.' Happy huffed. 'That was helpful.'

"Because," the chauffeur spoke. "He definitely did not do that."

"What?" The billionaire asked, confused. "Why? What'd he do?"

Happy sighed, as he put his head on his hands. He almost wanted to scream at the man (what else could a kid do to make a brain injury worse than before?), but, knowing it wouldn't help anything, he just shook his head instead.

"He freakin' fell asleep, that's what the kid did!" The chauffeur yelled, or, rather, wanted to. Scanning the room, he sighed before he spoke again. "Did you even send anything to monitor him?" He questioned, quickly.

Standing up from the bench, the billionaire shook his head, ignoring the inquiry that needed an answer. "Doesn't matter right now," He demanded. "I don't care what you have to do, Hap, but get the kid to the compound, 'kay? I'll be there as fast as I can."

Then, hanging up immediately, Stark left the small shop, leaving Happy, back in Queens, to collect the kid and head to the car.

Peter wakes up on the way there.

Not that Happy should be worried—hell, he should be glad—but he is. Because, if there's one thing he's learned from being attacked by the Mandarin, it's that people don't just wake up from their injuries immediately.

Nope, he's smart enough to know that's not how it worked for him back then and, unless Peter's somehow just magically recovered from falling asleep with a head injury for past eleven hours, that's not how it works now.

"Kid?" He calls out, as they suddenly stopped at a stop light. For once, Peter's actually sitting in the passenger's seat, instead of the back, so the chauffeur can actually look at him, without having to turn around and take his eyes off the road. "You okay?" He questions, concerned, as he moves to look at the teen, but doesn't move to take his hands off the wheel.

But Peter doesn't answer. In fact, he doesn't even move. All he does is tilt his head against the seat, rests his eyes and mumbles something along the lines of "Where are we...?"

And, as the light suddenly changes from red to green, so does Happy's expression, as Peter doesn't even seem to have heard his question. It doesn't matter though, because even if Peter doesn't answer his, he'll answer Peter's. "Car," He replies, as the boy glances out the window and looks at all the stores they're driving by. "Boss wants me to bring you to the compound."

"Compound?" The superhero questions and then, as a green car speeds by, Peter's face turns the same colour as the shade and, although Happy isn't sure whether it's because of motion sickness, or dizziness, or the fact that he doesn't know where he is, he pulls over anyway.

And then Peter's pouring the contents of his stomach out on an empty sidewalk.

"You okay?" Happy asks after a minute and, as he does, Peter can tell he's concerned. He would be too, to be honest, if the situation they were in were vice-versa and he had to watch somebody act as dizzy and ill as he'd been right then.

Still, he responds. He responds as as a tiny "No," leaves his lips and although it's only one word, one word's better than nothing.

It's not just one word for long, though. Soon, it structures itself into one sentence.

"I-I wanna g-go home..."

But, although him saying something for once is better, that doesn't mean his appearance is. No, the kid still looks sick, as light—but visible, oh-so-clearly visible—bags sit below his eyes, as sweat sparkles on his forehead. Not only that, but he looks dizzy, just as disoriented, maybe more, as his eyes are, flickering all over the place, as they scan each face and shape.

The chauffeur sighs. "I know," He speaks slowly, emphasizing each word to make sure the superhero hears him, but it doesn't even look like he does. "But you can't, 'kay? So I'm gonna get you into the car and then we're gonna get you to the compound."

The kid only looks up at him, confused. "C-C-Compound?" He questioned, curiously and his eyes concussed.

'And crap,' Happy thinks. Because if the kid already forgot about that—an event that took place–like what?—a month ago—then he might as well have forgotten about being Spider-Man.

"Yeah, the compound," He repeats as he grabs the kid's waist, before he shifts his arm over his shoulders and gets the boy back into the black Audi. "You know, the Avengers, the internship; it's all upstate." Happy stated as he quickly opened the car door and slid into the seat next to the teen. "This ringing any bells, kid?"

"What? N-No..." Peter spoke slowly as he shook his head, but immediately stopped once his vision started blurring again. "I-I don't..." His eyes suddenly snapping shut, so did the teen's vision, as well, as everything else around him. "Know..." He finished.

Okay, you guys have no clue how much I rewrote this. I created like, four or five different drafts (one with Ned, one with Spike, one with Michelle, and finally one with Happy) before I finally settled on this one and, truth to be told, I'm pretty happy with it XD. (Yes, pun's intended)

So, hopefully you guys are too.

But, before I go, I'd like to credit KatTheGracefulKlutz and EmeraldTulip for [kinda] helping me out, even though they kinda didn't XD.

Doesn't matter though, it's the thought that counts!

And I'd also like to credit, Brentinator, my editor. She's an amazing person, with amazing editing skills, and I really recommend you check out her works after this XD.

Until next time, guys!

~Star