6. Little Spider

It had happened so fast.

Neither of them had seen it coming. Not Dr. Strange, not Gamora who had been raised by the guy, and not him who should have been more careful. Especially when it came to Thanos. The bastard was known for pulling tricks.

Peter wasn't even supposed to be here. He had arrived before Tony had noticed and before he could send his ass back home. Peter was not supposed to be anywhere near Thanos and yet he had somehow managed to get himself in the middle of the mess with the purple alien.

To make matters worse, Peter had gotten hurt trying to protect Tony. Tony had gotten distracted (who could blame him when his teammates were falling likes flies) and Thanos had used that moment to blast Tony with some kind of purple alien blast.

Peter had seen it and for some strange, stupid reason Peter decided to play the hero. He had put himself in front of Tony and the stupid blast had hit him instead. For a second no one moved, the entire team froze as they watched Peter fall to the floor like a kicked puppy.

Tony's heart fell to the floor and his mouth felt dry. "Sir," Friday said. "Your heart rate has been elevated. I suggest you relax."

"That's not going to happen, Friday." Tony's voice cracked. "Steve?"

"On it," Steve said. "We'll take care of Thanos, Tony." But he didn't look convinced. "Just get Peter out of here." A part of Tony knew that Steve was right, while another part of him couldn't just leave the team alone with this psychopath.

"Tony," Natasha's voice came over his speaker. It was weary and agitated. "Get the hell out of here and take Parker to a damn hospital."

Peter, Tony looked back at Peter. He had hardly looked at him, because he couldn't bear to look at him. Because if he looked into those puppy dog eyes that would mean that he had failed Peter.

"Kid, you really are a moron." He tried to make a joke out of it, but he hated how his voice trembled. He went towards the kid and he could feel the blood leave his face. The scene was much worse than he had anticipated.

There was blood everywhere and shit were those Parker's intestines that were slightly peeking from underneath his suit? There was so much blood on Peter's face that Tony was surprised that the kid could even see. Tony wiped away the blood quickly. Peter coughed and dark red blood fell on Tony's chest. Not a good sign, Peter looked like he wanted to apologized, but it was probably painful.

"Mr. Stark," Friday quipped. "Your heart rate is rising again."

"I know," he snapped. "Damn it, Friday I know."

"Stark," Dr. Strange said. He had blood on his upper lip and a bruise on the side of his forehead. "You need to get out of here, you and Peter."

"I know!" he snarled at him, he looked from Peter to Thanos who was battling Gamora and Bucky. Tony had to hand it to Gamora, she was a fighter through and through. "But I can't leave all of you guys here. Christ, we're struggling enough as it is."

"Damn it Stark," Natasha hissed. "Don't worry about us and just get Peter out of here. Get him to a hospital and then come back."

"T-Tony."

Tony turned his head when he heard the kid speak. He never called him Tony, it was always Mr. Stark. Always a stiff and full of respect Mr. Stark, now it was Tony. Crap, the kid better not be performing his last rites or something. "Kid," Tony tried to calm him down when he saw that the kid was getting agitated. "Chill, ok. I need you to relax. I'm taking you to the hospital." He was already calling for one of his extra suits so that they could take him to the hospital. He was going to follow closely behind him.

"Tony, I'm sorry." His voice was so low it seemed like Peter was going to cry. He was shaking and Tony didn't know if it was because he was holding back the tears or because he was so injured. "I'm so, so sorry. I thought I could handle it-"

"Kid," he gritted his teeth, it was all he could do to keep himself from yelling at him. "Stop talking, stop apologizing. You're going to be ok, you are going to be ok. I need you to relax for a second so that Friday can take your vitals. Friday?"

"Broken pelvis, second degree burns in stomach area, exposed stomach and intestines, and a concussion." Friday said. "Although Mr. Parker has healing abilities he was hit with a unknown force. We don't know if that cause a change with his healing abilities. We need to get him to a hospital. Fast."

"Tell me about it."

He never made it back into the field. He meant to. Tony had meant to drop Peter off in the hospital and return back to the fighting. But he couldn't. He couldn't leave him alone especially when it would take Aunt May at least a day to get to the hospital because of travel issues and Peter had no family left. He just had Aunt May and Tony. And Ned. And MJ. And the Avengers. Ok, he had a lot of people, but right now he only had him.

Over his dead body would he leave him alone. Tony watched as they took him up to surgery and the only thing he could do was sit in the waiting room and read magazines from 2010. Three hours later Peter was still in surgery and Tony received a call from Nat. Thanos was dead thanks to their combine forces and apparently Loki had a changed of heart and had helped them after all.

Seven hours later the exhausted doctor on Peter's case had told him that Peter was ok. In a lot of pain and he would probably have to spend a lot of days in the hospital, but ok. "He wants to see you." The doctor told him and at first Tony gave him a bunch of excuses, not sure he would be able to face him after he let him down, but the doctor insisted, so Tony went.

Tony looked at Peter who was on the bed, obviously high on pain meds. "You look like shit." He blurted out.

He laughed. "Nice to see you too," he paused. "The doctors told me Thanos was killed."

"Yep, it seems that Loki had a change of heart assuming he has one," Tony smiled. "How are you feeling kid?"

"Like shit."

"Watch your language. Maybe next time you will think twice before you place yourself in front of a deranged alien." Tony could feel his heart rate return to normal speed. Peter was going to be ok.

The kid gave him a smirking look. "Mr. Stark?"

"Yes, kid?"

"When is our next mission?"

"Shut up kid."

The End

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