While training with the Avengers Peter gets a little too into it, and inevitably gets himself hurt.

"Come on, Grandpa!" Peter yelled as he flipped over Bucky's head with a wide grin on his face. "You can hit harder than that!" He swung a fist at the Winter Soldier's head and another at his abdomen as Bucky dodged the first.

Bucky sent a kick into Peter's side, knocking some of the breath of his lungs, and Peter smiled. He was thrilled. Three months since Peter had become an Avenger and every day was filled with new and exciting experiences that he could only have dreamed about before. Sometimes he wonders if he's just dreaming now.

He throws up his arms to block a punch from Bucky and then counters with his own.

"Seriously, I think your age is starting to catch up with you. You're getting slower," Peter quipped.

Sam laughed from the sidelines and told Peter to be careful. "Even old dogs can learn new tricks, Peter!" he yelled at the teen.

"I'll keep that in mind once he learns how to use the camera on his phone!" Peter yelled back.

Bucky growled. "It was one time, Parker. One time!"

Peter shook his head and jumped over the leg that Bucky swung under his own, barely making it in time. Despite his comments Peter was just barely managing to keep from having his head bashed in by a metal arm. Since he wasn't allowed to use his webs in this spar, half of his usual moves were off the table. Thankfully Natasha had taught him several moves over the last three months, unfortunately for Peter... she taught by example. That was not fun. But Tony did get several good pictures out of it apparently.

His thoughts distracted him just long enough that Bucky was able to get a good hit in and Peter's eyes went out of focus for a few seconds. Those seconds were all that Bucky needed to kick Peter in the chest and knock him down. Peter slammed hard into the mat, but he'd moved backwards far enough that his head hung over the side and smashed into the concrete, hard.

Now Peter's vision was swimming, the room was tilting, and lighting which had been manageable before was now blinding. He tried to flip himself over, but a sudden wave of nausea stopped him midroll and he let out a groan from the pain and discomfort. Bucky ran forward, cursing as he did so. He hadn't intended to hit Peter so hard, but the infuriating comments had gotten to him, and he'd lost control for a moment.

"Parker!" The man yelled. "Are you okay? Peter!"

Peter felt a strong hand on his back, and he lifted his head to see two Buckys standing in front of him.

"Oh shit!" He heard Sam yell from behind him. "F.R.I.D.A.Y. get Bruce down here for me, and Tony."

"Boss has already been notified and Dr. Banner is on his way. He has asked that you get Peter sitting his head between his legs and keep him awake," the AI answered.

Sam nodded and placed his hand on Peter's shoulder. "Hey kid, Bucky and I are going to help you sit up, okay? Don't try to move yourself, just let us do the work. You focus on breathing and staying awake. We got you." Peter nodded slightly and then groaned at how the action hurt his already screaming head.

Sam counted down from three and then lifted Peter's back and head while Bucky folded up his legs. The Falcon wrapped Peter's arms around his knees and placed his head in between them just as Tony and Bruce ran into the room.

"What happened?" Tony asked. "I thought you were just sparring."

Bucky nodded. "We were, but I let the kid's comments get to me and I hit him a little too hard." Tony turned to the man like he was about to punch him in retaliation, but Peter cried out in pain, stopping him.

Tony took a deep breath and then said, "This isn't over Barnes. You owe Peter an apology and as many of those Delmar's sandwiches as he can eat."

"I think I can manage that," Bucky said.

Bruce knelt in front of Peter and opened the med kit he'd brought with him.

He lightly tapped Peter on the shoulder and the teen looked up at him or did his best at least. "Hey, Peter," the doctor said. "I need to ask you some questions alright? Then I'm going to look at your head and see what we're dealing with." Peter nodded.

Bruce held up three fingers in front of Peter. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Peter squinted and then said, "Stop moving them around and then I'll let you know." His vision was swimming, the room kept feeling like it was growing and shrinking, like at any moment it was going to close in and crush them all. That wasn't a great image to have.

Before he could properly react, there was a bright beam of light crossing his vision, causing him to jerk backwards.

"Well, your pupils look good," Bruce said. "Do you feel like you're going to throw up? Any lightheadedness."

Peter nodded slightly. "The nausea's not too bad now, but I feel really lightheaded."

"Okay, I'm going to look at your head now, there's probably a pretty big goose egg forming right about now, and then we'll get you some pain meds. After that we'll let you get some sleep. I will be waking you up every two to three hours just to make sure you don't get any worse though, okay?"

The teen didn't respond, and Bruce just took that as a green light and moved himself behind Peter. He flicked his pen light back on, and with gentle hands started moving aside the hair at the base of Peter's skull.

A sudden wave of pain coursed through him, and Peter cried out. "Sorry, kid," Bruce said. "You've got a golf ball of a lump back here. I'll you some ice along with those meds, and then you should be okay."

"Will he be okay for school tomorrow?" Tony asked his friend.

Bruce shook his head. "I'd rather we keep him here tomorrow, just in case. I'd rather have him nearby if he suddenly gets worse."

"Okay then," Tony said. "Can you walk Peter, or should I carry you? You might be a bit too big for a piggyback ride, but I'm sure I can manage somehow."

Peter flushed from embarrassment and shook his head. "I think I can walk," he said softly."

Bruce tried to argue but knew that it wouldn't go anywhere so instead he had Sam take one of Peter's arms and Tony the other, that way if Peter suddenly got lightheaded again, he'd have someone to catch him.

They slowly got Peter to his feet, paused for a bit, and then made their way to Med Bay, which was two doors down from the training room. Once they got Peter settled into a hospital bed Tony sat next to him and the others filing out, Bucky asking Sam if he knew how much a Delmar's sandwich costs so that he could decide how broke he'd be for the rest of the month.

"You know kid, you doing crap like this is the reason I have so many gray hairs," Tony said.

Peter cracked open an eye and then said, "Really? I thought that was because you're old? Aren't you like 100 now?" Tony placed his hand over his heart and jerked backwards dramatically.

"100?! That's it. I was going to ask May if I could keep you over Spring Break for seven straight days of lab time, but now I don't think I will," Tony said.

"No, Mr. Stark, I swear I didn't mean it, you're not old. I was just joking. Please let me stay for Spring Break," Peter begged his mentor.

Tony smiled. "Alright kid. Get better and I'll still ask Aunt Hottie."

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Okay, so I'm trying something new in my free time. I can't promise this is going to go very far or that it'll be any good. I'm busy and can't promise consistent updates, but I'll do my best. If you have a request or prompt you'd like me to follow just go ahead and comment them. I may not get to everyone, but I'll do as many as I can.