So here is the alive one - hopefully you're reading the titles!

Tony held his breath for just a moment longer. Ignoring Morgan's tears where they soaked his shirt. Ignoring the shouts and calls of the Avengers as they took care of the perpetrators. Ignoring the cold bite of frost on his bare hands.

He focused everything on the tips of his fingers. Then a stuttered beat pressed back. It was so soft, Tony nearly mistook it for hopeful thinking. But as he left his slowly freezing fingers there, another stubborn heartbeat thumped against the pads of his fingers.

A fierce burn of hope flared up in his mind and he immediately tried to move closer. Glancing down at the young boy on his lap, he quietly addressed him, "Morgan, I have to check on Peter, I need to move you, okay?"

The boy, who had been watching his brother from where he could hide against his dad's chest, did not argue. Instead of waiting for Tony, he crawled out from his dad's lap and sat cross-legged next to him, ignoring the cold that seeped into his pants, and keeping his leg pressed against his dad's. Tony carefully slipped his hand around the storage on Peter's wrist and told it to deploy across his back so he had a way to lay the kid on something that would protect the burns and lacerations. The suit quickly complied. Tony managed to roll Peter over.

Then he started talking. "Karen, what's going on?"

The sweet voice came through the coms slightly garbled but understandable. "Peter has multiple contusions, broken bones, and second and third degree burns across most of his back. His lungs were damaged and his liver has taken significant damage from both the explosion and the debris. He is unconscious and will more than likely remain that way given the extent of his injuries. Medical assistance is immediately required."

"Damn, Pete." He hissed before taking in a deep breath and calling, "Help! I need help now!" Knowing that someone would be over soon, Tony turned back to Peter and Morgan. Tony laid his hand along Peter's face, brushing the hair carefully back from where it had fallen over his eyes, "It's alright Pete, I gotcha. You're gonna be okay." Peter, unsurprisingly, did not react. But that lack of reaction still caused Tony no small amount of pain, and he took it out on his AI, snapping, "FRIDAY, where's our med team?"

"They were dispatched after the explosion but they are still five minutes out, boss." Thankfully for him, she didn't react to his moods.

"Relay everything from Karen to them, I want them to see to Peter first."

"Got it, boss."

The knot in his stomach was not gone but it definitely loosened a fraction and Tony glanced over at Morgan, "Buddy, how are you doin'?"

His younger son's tearstained face glanced up from where it had been fixed on Peter, "I'm alright, dad. Will Peter be okay?"

Tony did not miss the fact that Morgan was clutching Peter's arm and he laid his own on Morgan's shoulder, "He will be. We just need to get him some help." Then Tony really looked him over, noticing his pale face, bearing a few nicks and cuts that were slowly oozing blood, "Are you sure you're alright? Lying to me won't help and you know Peter doesn't like it when you lie."

"I promise, dad, I'm okay." The boy sniffled before thrusting his chin up, a much more characteristic response from the son of Tony Stark.

He did not get to say anymore as the rest of the Avengers appeared behind them. They formed a ring around the family and Steve knelt down on Tony's other side, "Everything is taken care of back there. How is he?"

"He's hurt pretty bad but you know him, he's tougher than he looks." Tony tried to smile but it felt more like a pained grimace. And when Steve fixed him with an annoyed glare, Tony relented, too drained and worried to do anything else, "It's bad, Steve." Then he swept his gaze across the room, "Are you sure you got everyone? I can't…we have to protect him." He finished with an unsure ferocity as he surveyed the rest of the room.

Steve, to his credit, did not take offense at the potential dismissal and instead clapped Tony on the shoulder, "We got them Tony and even if we didn't, no one is getting close to the three of you unless they're medics." Tony nodded thoughtfully as he slipped his arm around Morgan's shoulder and pulled him closer, his eyes never leaving Peter's unconscious form. He could feel the uneven heartbeats pressing back against the fingers he had on his son's wrist. He barely noticed when Steve stood again to stand guard.

The silence was interrupted as some of the men the team had knocked unconscious were coming to, the groans obvious in the quiet place but all it did was tear everyone's attention between their youngest member and the room they were in. The cold was creeping steadily in as their breath began to create little puffs of clouds with each breath. But Tony was only interested in Peter. As they sat, his breathing steadily worsened. The pained gasps turned into wet wheezes while blood slowly started to bubble up at the corners of his mouth. Tony had to keep from tearing at his own hair and incessantly asking FRIDAY where the med team was. Then Peter offered a distraction when he started to whimper in pain.

The soft sounds nearly broke Tony. It was nearly impossible to hear in the room but to Tony it was louder than the groans and shouts of the bound men and it ripped Tony's heart to shreds. Hoping to comfort him, Tony leaned over and pressed their foreheads together, running a hand through his hair and whispering to him. As soon as the moaning and fidgeting eased, Tony leaned back again but still kept a hand on his wrist while Karen gave him continuous updates that were increasingly more dire.

Then the sound he had been waiting for echoed through the room as the rumble of the quinjet engines powered down and Tony realized that the five minutes FRIDAY had predicted had not been wrong, it had just felt like a lifetime. Tony gladly handed off his son to someone who could actually do more than sit next to him and give encouraging words. Tony heavily fell back away from the team as the large group swarmed the injured man. He tugged his knees up to his chest and buried his face in his hands until Morgan awkwardly wrapped his thin arms around Tony's neck. As soon as he felt the touch, Tony uncurled and allowed Morgan to crawl back into his lap, folding his arms around his dad. Tony answered in kind, wrapping Morgan up tightly and burying his face in the young boy's shoulder. He took a deep breath to calm himself before he glanced back up and watched the frantic but practiced movements of the team.

As soon as Peter was on the stretcher, they were ready to move but then their sensors went crazy. Tony watched as Peter's head lolled to the side. Immediately, he clumsily stood with Morgan still clutching his neck. He took a halting step forward, until Steve put his hand on his shoulder and carefully held him back, "You can't help them, Tony."

They watched as the team went to work, desperately trying to bring Peter back. Tony pressed Morgan's head into his shoulder, not allowing him to watch as the electricity of the defibrillators caused Peter's back to arch in a way that Tony knew would aggravate the burns and cuts on his back. Tony could not tear his eyes away as the team reset to try again when the sensors continued to scream their annoyance. Morgan started to cry harder and Tony felt his own tears renewed as he quietly whispered to Morgan that everything was going to be alright. After the second jolt, the sensors calmed and the team took off toward the quinjet. Tony immediately started to move, shaking loose Steve's hold and tearing after the stretcher. Rhodey recovered first and followed him, clambering onto the quinjet's ramp just as it was closing.

The ride to the Compound was an uncomfortable one. Tony whispered to Morgan, who had stopped sobbing and was instead whimpering softly. Rhodes sat next to the both of them with an arm curled around Tony's shoulders. The medics were a flurry of motion as they continued to work on the badly injured hero but Peter remained stable the whole time they were in the air. As soon as the ramp dropped, the stretcher and all the medics were gone, leaving Tony, Morgan, and Rhodey to follow quickly behind. They stopped in the waiting room in time to see the doors swing shut behind the flying stretcher and instead sat down heavily in the chairs outside the operating theater. Tony held Morgan tighter as they sat to wait for information on his brother.

It was one of the longest waits they had.

Morgan had been checked out and cleared by one of the other doctors on the floor. He was fine except for two butterfly bandages holding shut the worst of the cuts on his cheek. He had finally told his dad that when Peter jumped on him, he fell forward and his cheek scraped the floor. But that had lead to another bought of crying that eventually lead to an uneven but deep sleep for the boy. Tony could not help but clutch his hands into fists from time to time, just to keep himself from killing…someone. Anyone. Still, he was rooted to the spot, unable to move until he heard about Peter.

By the time Dr. Fry emerged from the theater, Morgan was deeply asleep on Tony's lap but the man looked more like a wounded animal than a person. He was tensed in the seat like he was going to spring into action at any point and then when there was nothing to direct his attention to, he was just stuck. As soon as the doctor pressed the door open, Tony's sharp gaze latched onto her but he did not stand, just leaned far enough forward to convey his desperation without waking his younger son.

"Mr. Stark," the young doctor started, as soon fixed Tony with an exhausted look, "Peter will live…" Tony did not hear the rest of what she said. He was too overwhelmed by the knowledge to truly listen to the rest, he'd ask FRIDAY for the information later.

Tony and Morgan spent the next three days at Peter's bedside as they waited for him to wake up and when he finally did all the reprimands Tony had somehow justified when his kid was unconscious were forgotten. Instead, Tony clutched his son tightly and told him he loved him before the three fell asleep in the oversized hospital bed.

Because Peter was alive, Morgan was alive, and that was really all that mattered.

And if Tony happened to add a feature to Peter's suit that deployed as soon as his spider sense tingled, well, that was just because he had always been a fast learner.

This is not going any farther but this is the positive outcome to the earlier set up. I feel like this one was a little easier to write because ultimately, everyone was okay, I just hope it was authentic.

Please feel free to let me know what you think and I hope you read the next chapter!

I hope everyone has a wonderful night/day and as always, stay creative!

- Lily