Angsty, fluffy, hurt/comfort. What more could you ask for? Let me know what ya think!

A school night, a mission gone bad, and now unnecessary precautions being taken. Peter was annoyed to say the least.

He had suffered a minor concussion- an injury that he would have never willingly reported.

But of course, his newest suit alerted Tony, which landed him in the medical bay of avengers tower AND the assailant getting away.

Whilest getting a check up from Bruce to assess the seriousness of the concussion Peter groaned and glanced at Tony. The billionaire had his arms crossed and was leaned against the exit of the exam room, "how did you manage to get hit by the very baseball bat that you had webbed?"

Peter blushed, "I slightly miscalculated the trajectory and force of it coming towards me…"

He didn't want to relive the embarrassing situation really. Especially considering it was a single robber with a simple weapon and absolutely no powers or backup.

Maybe that's what threw Peter off, it was too simple of a situation. He had made quick work to web and pull the bat out of the guys hands.

As soon as the weapon was out of reach, the guy had made a run for it. Peter was about to jolt after him but then…he had put too much pressure in the returning pull. Which then resulted in the sickening crack on the head and dizzy haze that followed.

So yes, Peter was planning on going to the grave with the situation. Now, against his will, he was watching Tony's face twitch as his mentor played the suits mask cam.

As soon as the feed ended Stark couldn't help but run a hand over his face, "well- it happens to the best of us! Glad you're ok kiddo."

Peter sighed as Bruce allowed him to lay back in the plush hospital bed. "Can we just make Karen a little less pushy on the whole emergency contact thing? I would have been fine, even Bruce says I can go home tonight."

Stark shook his head, "I would allow that if I knew I could trust you to tell me if anything major happens, but you don't have the best track record. Besides-" Stark took that moment to stroll over and put a hand on Peters shoulder, "better safe than sorry, right?"

That was a week ago.

Peter had been planning since then- sure, the suit was built by the best, Tony Stark. Unfortunately for the billionaire- Peter had been right there with him the whole weekend that they had worked on it together.

They had an agreement that since Peter was 15, it was only fair that a certain placement of rules was in order. One of those being that the suit had protocols and settings that would automatically be implemented if a situation required.

Meaning: if Peters injuries were too severe, Tony would be contacted.

Which was fair! However, Tony had insisted that the settings for this were anything above a minor cut or abrasion. Everything else would result in Karen contacting Stark.

That was until Peter and Ned got ahold of the suit, Tony had been hesitant to allow Peter to take the suit home. He liked the fact that the kid had to check in, in person to have access to it.

But he decided that if an emergency prompted immediate attention- then Peter would need the suit ASAP.

….And so the tampering began.

As soon as Peter got ahold of the suit he went to Ned's house to show it off. He had finally convinced Ned to help him in his plan. Though hesitant, Ned jumped at the opprotunity to see Stark tech up close.

So, the two did some minor adjustments to the "baby sitter protocol" as Tony had so eloquently named it.

"Are you sure about this Peter? I mean, Mr. Stark put these adjustments in for a reason."

"And I was beside him when WE made those adjustments. I just think it's too distracting to worry over too much. I'll just make the protocols a little more flexible! Karen will still contact Mr. Stark if any major injury's happen. They just have to be a little more…serious!"

Ned looked unsure, but the temptation was too great. He loved hacking things- and hacking Tony Starks multi-million dollar, one of a kind Spider-Man suit was too cool to pass up. And so, "fine- but if you get caught, it's on you."

Peter smiled, "I can handle that!"

This adjustment lasted two patrols before it completely backfired.

Friday Night.

It had been nearing the end of Peters patrol, he was heading back to his aunt May's apartment when he heard a scream.

It was your run of the mill robbery, some scum bag that snatched a woman's purse and made a run for it. A typical night in Queens and the exact reason Peter became Spider-Man in the first place.

Peter made quick work of stopping the guy, he had ran into a dead end alley, not expecting anyone to follow or see him.

That was until Spiderman landed effortlessly at the only exit.

"Come on man, it's like-" Peter looked at the fake watch on his wrist "ten o'clock at night! Don't you have something better to be doing?"

The ragged man cursed and pulled a gun that had been hidden up to this point.

Peter's senses were way more quick than a persons movements thankfully. He made quick work as he webbed the gun out of the guys hand and stuck it to the nearest wall.

Peter neared the man and was in the process of webbing the purse out of his hands when he felt a new presence behind him a bit too late. A sharp pain burned through his shoulder, leaving him distracted as the man in front of him acted.

Peter couldn't help the slight yelp that left his mouth as he felt another stab to his stomach. He looked down, unbelieving, as blood seeped down his once pristine suit.

The supposed woman in distress laughed as he fell to the ground. She had stabbed him.

As Peter felt his head smash into the ground he then realized-

Oh. This was a setup.

Peter had seen this type of thing on the news but had never experienced it first hand.

Staging a robbery which lead to luring people trying to help the supposed victim- only to corner them when they least expected it.

The two didn't stick around for long, but the women did kick him hard in the ribs before taking off with the older gentleman that had also stabbed him. Rude.

"Shit…" Peter dragged himself a bit deeper into the disgusting back alley, situating himself behind the grime crusted green trash bins in the very back. He didn't want to risk being seen by anyone- especially another potential threat.

He expected Karen to fire up and report that reinforcements were on the way. She was quick to give him his declining stats, which was great. But it wasn't followed up with anything more.

"Uh…hey Karen? C-could you send an alert to Mr. Stark for me please? I could use some help."

"Apologies Peter, the newest installment of programming prohibits sending alerts or calls to Mr.Stark."

Peter's stomach dropped.

He and Ned had screwed up. Instead of lowering the limits- they got rid of them completely.

His vision was already swimming, his entire body was shivering from shock and talking was becoming a chore.

Peter thought hard about the next few moments- realizing an obvious loophole through his haze.

"Can you call Happy?"

"Certainly. Connecting now."

Peter teared up, usually that would have been obvious but he applauded himself for quick thinking while he actively bled out.

It was about 10:30 by now, surely Happy wasn't asleep.

Sure enough, a gruff voice answered, "hello?"

"Happy! Hey! How are you?!" Peter's voice was brimming that of hysteria at this point. He had no idea how he was even forming words- but he hoped he could at least not seem too desperate.

His energy was pooling around him as he tried to lay against a brick wall, further pushing in the knife that was currently embedded in the back of his shoulder. Morbidly, the self inflicted pain was the only thing that was helping him focus at the moment.

"Kid? What's going on?"

Peter sensed panic through his drifting consciousness, he must have not been as nonchalant with his greeting as he thought.

Oh well.

"I might need some help." That was the last thing Peter remembered before blacking out.

TBC!