Tony Stark came awake with a start, uncertain what he was hearing but instantly knowing it had to be bad. And that it had to involve Peter. A quick check to his side confirmed that the boy wasn't in the tent, and an angry roar from outside the tent brought him to his feet, immediately, hampered only by the fact that he was tangled in his sleeping bag.

He activated the Ironman suit as the sleeping bag fell to the ground and he heard a noise from Strange's side of the tent, but didn't stop to find out what he was saying or doing. The zipper snagged and broke in his haste to open the doorway, but he couldn't blast his way out of the tent so he had to take a moment to frantically tear the opening before he could rush out and find out what was happening.

Then he stopped, weapons activating immediately but shock at what he was seeing and the realization that a poorly timed round could endanger Peter as easily as it could rescue him kept him from firing. Friday was giving him information, and the night vision in the suit made it plain to see that impossibly there was what had to be a bear trying to maul Peter, who was pinned against the rear tire of the truck. The boy wasn't moving, and the only saving grace Stark saw was that the Cloak of Levitation had several parts of itself wrapped around the more dangerous portions of the bear and was trying to pull it away from him.

The weapons were deactivated and Tony did the only thing he really could safely do at the moment, and that was to jump into the fray and grab the bear from behind, wrapping metal encased arms around it and trying to get his armored body between the creature and the boy. The cloak was still trying to do the same thing, and somehow Stark managed to get enough leverage to twist sideways, pulling the bear with him. As he did, the cloak released its hold on the bear and managed to shield the boy more thoroughly.

The creature roared, but Stark had it, now – he just didn't know what to do with it.

"Tony!"

A portal opened right beside him, the light grabbing Stark's attention even as Friday pointed it out to him. He didn't know where it went, but anywhere was better than there, and the bear was tossed through the portal – which closed immediately.

"Peter!"

With the suit still engaged, Stark went to the ground next to the truck and the cloak, followed immediately by Strange, who waved a hand and lit up the area with a light as bright as day and pretty much fell beside Ironman as his ankle gave way.

The cloak moved to the side, looking a bit worse for wear from having taken the brunt of the bear attack, but it was Peter who wasn't moving. His shirt and sweatshirt were splattered with crimson and his face was dangerously pale.

"Peter?"

Stark ran his hand against the boy's cheek, Friday already doing a check of Peter's vitals – which was why Tony was still in the suit.

"Move, Tony," Strange ordered, pushing him aside with one hand, already holding a pair of scissors and cutting away the boy's sweatshirt and t-shirt, clearing the clothing to do a search of his own. The boy's side was a bloody mess and there was a bruise already forming on his right cheek and jaw. When he cut the jeans away as well, he found another spot on the boy's thigh that had been sliced open with a well-placed swipe of claws, but although it was bleeding freely, he didn't see any indications of a broken bone.

"Vitals aren't bad," Tony reported, disengaging his helmet. "He's shocky and has lost some blood. Friday doesn't see any indication of anything broken."

"We should get him back to the compound," Strange said, holding a compress against the boys bleeding side, and trying to wrap a bandage around the leg at the same time.

Obviously the no magic thing was done.

"Can I pick him up without hurting him?"

"Yes."

"Friday, advise Pepper what's happening. Have her get medical assistance to Peter's room in the compound."

"Doing it," came the very calm voice of his AI.

Stark reached down and picked Peter up, carefully, holding him against the metal armor of the suit, and then looked at Strange and nodded. A moment later they all vanished, including the cloak, and the light went out over the campsite, leaving it in darkness and silence once more.

OOOOOOOO

Strange had stripped the blankets off Peter's bed, leaving just the sheets. Before Tony laid the boy on the bed, the doctor put down another layer of cloth to avoid allowing the blood to ruin the bedding.

"What do you need?" Tony asked, stepping to the side to let Strange have access to Peter, but unable to step away.

"Hold these."

Strange was leaning against the boy's bed, letting the furniture take the weight off his injured ankle. He handed Stark a tray that had antiseptic cloths, soft bandages, towels, gloves and several different suture kits on it.

The door to Peter's bedroom opened and a small army of medics came rushing in, along with Pepper, who was dressed in pajamas with a robe over them, and looking worried. Tony was pushed even more to the side, and one of the medics took the tray from him, all of them listening to Strange, who was snapping orders with a calm efficiency that reminded Stark that he was his first choice to have taking care of the boy.

The Cloak of Levitation and Pepper both arrived at Tony at the same time, a faint smoky smell accompanying the relic, accumulated from time near the campfire. Surprisingly, it draped itself over Stark's shoulder, with a corner resting against the man's cheek, watching as the medics worked on Peter.

"What happened?" Pepper asked, wrapping her arms around Tony, and looking at the bed, as well.

"He stayed up late to gorge himself on s'mores," Tony replied, holding her close and needing the support she was always willing to give him. "I don't know after that. I woke up and the bear was already at him."

There was another motion at the door to Peter's room and he turned and saw Romanoff rushing in, dressed in what she'd been sleeping in and obviously aware of what had happened – or at least, who it had happened to. Stark hadn't had a chance to wake her to let her know they were there, but Pepper might have done so on her way there.

"What's going on, Tony?" Natasha asked, coming over to stand beside him as well, her eyes on the bed and the people around it, clearly wanting to ask Stephen how Peter was, but knowing full well to let him do what he was doing, instead. The cloak reached out to touch her cheek and she glanced over at it, frowning when she saw that it had actual tears in the fabric and seemed to have blood spattered on it. "It was really a bear?"

"Yeah."

The activity around the bed was slowing; Strange had moved from the boy's side and was now working on the leg, taking equipment from the medics holding the tray and asking questions and giving answers with a low, steady voice. He was dressed in jeans, a flannel shirt and was standing on one leg, barefoot, except for the bandage wrapped around his ankle, but he still somehow managed to look like how a world class doctor should look.

A gurney was rolled into the room, and only fifteen minutes after they'd started working on the boy, everyone stepped back and Peter was transferred carefully over to it, covered with a blanket and whisked out of the room.

Strange turned toward them, but was forced to sit on the edge of the bed rather than give them his report standing, and the cloak transferred to his shoulder, caressing his hair and cheek.

"They're going to go do some x-rays," he said, explaining the boy's departure. "Then they'll bring him back here."

"Is he okay?" Tony asked.

"Considering he was mauled by a bear? Yes. No obvious breaks, a nasty bump on the side of his face – since there aren't any claw marks, I'd say he hit the truck – a nasty set of claw marks on his side, here." The doctor gestured to his own right side, up by the ribcage and under the armpit. "I put twenty nine stitches there, and fourteen more in his right thigh. He lost a little blood, but he heals fast enough that that won't be an issue."

"He's going to be okay?" Natasha confirmed.

Strange nodded, and then took a deep breath, relieved.

"Yes. He'll be fine. Might have some interesting scars to show from it, though."

"What happened?" Natasha asked.

Tony shrugged; he really didn't know.

"I woke up, rushed outside and saw the bear trying to kill him, the cloak all over the bear and Peter pinned against the truck. We'll have to ask him when he wakes up."

Strange turned his attention to the cloak, frowning at the rips he saw and pulling the relic from his shoulder so he could get a better look at the damages. Natasha walked over as well, and it reached a corner out to touch her, ignoring the examination that was taking place.

"Do we get a sewing kit?" Natasha asked, wondering how one would mend a ripped piece of magic.

"The tears will heal themselves," Stephen assured them, running his hands along the fabric. "It needs cleaned, but that can wait until morning, I think."

"How's your ankle?" Pepper asked.

"It's fine."

"Since we're here, you might as well have it checked to make sure your initial diagnosis was right," Tony pointed out.

Strange nodded his agreement.

"Peter shouldn't be gone for long. I'll go check the x-rays and talk to the lab tech at the same time."

He winced when he tried to stand and Natasha gave him a shoulder to lean on, which he did with a nod of appreciation.

"I'll be back with more news as soon as I can."

This time it was Tony who nodded.

"I'll wait here for Peter, in case he wakes up."

Strange left with Natasha supporting his awkward gait, and the cloak returning to his shoulder, and Tony took the abandoned spot on the edge of Peter's bed, putting his arms around Pepper once more when she stood in front of him and held him. He rested his head against her belly, and she ran her fingers through his unkempt hair.

"I thought Stephen was the one who was going to get eaten," she admitted.

Despite his crazy and scary evening, Stark smiled and nodded, not moving out of her embrace.

"So did I."