Peter was going to be in big trouble when he got home.

Peter swooped across a villain who tried to swing it's arm at him. The creature that stood before him looked kind of like his spider-man suit, except a bit bigger and was made out of some black goo that Peter had no idea how to explain. He dodged his head as the creature tried to spit some of the black goo on him. It had landed behind him and was now sizzling on the bricks of an apartment building. Okay, new objective, don't let the goo touch you and try to take down the villain. He could do that right?

Peter dodged the next attack with ease, jumping over the large looming creature and landing behind him, webbing him up as he did so. The creature though broke through the webbing with ease and turned towards Peter with a grin. Oh great, well that's fantastic. Peter jumped up onto a lamppost, dodging another attack Venom came flying up towards him.

"Dude, what's your deal?" Peter asked, attempting to web up the creature again, though failing as he tore off the webs with ease. The creature growled in response and went to shoot more venom onto Peter, whom of which carefully dodged out of the way and landed in front of the creature. "Huh, so your not a talker? That's okay, I can work with that." Peter said before attempting to kick the creature in the gut, but the black goo clung on to his leg, holding him in place. Peter looked up to the creature's face, while the creature just smiled at him, showing off his large pointy teeth. The creature then proceeded to fling him into the nearest building. Peter tried to shield himself mid-air but couldn't help the sickening crunch that came with the contact of his head hitting the wall. Peter's vision started to get fuzzy, and he looked around to see where the creature had gone, while Karen's voice rang through his head.

"Peter, I have detected a major concussion, along with two broken ribs, do you need assistance? I can call in Mr. Stark if you'd like." Karen said, her voice sounding worried. Peter knew she was just trying to help, but it kind of annoyed him that she didn't think that he could deal with this alone. He was Spider-man for Pete's sake! He fought Captain America! He was pretty sure that he could take down some ugly monster in the streets of Queens. He also didn't want to bother Mr. Stark right now. He knew he was busy dealing with a lot of things such as getting the former Avengers pardoned and settled into the compound. Peter really didn't want to add himself into his stress.

"No, don't call Mr. Stark, I can do this." Peter croaked out, pulling himself up off the ground. He supported himself against the wall as he did so, trying to clear his vision and find the creature, though he was nowhere in sight.

"Are you sure? Mr. Stark is not busy at the moment and would be more than happy to assist you." Karen said, which irritated Peter even more. He could take this guy on his own! He didn't help! He wasn't a baby!

"I'm sure!" Peter said, harsher than he meant to. He didn't want to be mean, but he was getting really annoyed with Karen at the moment.

Peter wobbled down into the middle of the street, trying to locate the creature when it suddenly jumped behind him and took him in his arms, holding him up to his face. The creature gave him that ever so toothy, terrifying grin Peter was starting to hate. Peter struggled against the hold of the creature, trying to pull away. Both of his arms were in the creatures hands, and he could feel his feet getting farther and farther away from the ground. Peter looked at the creatures face one more time before his whole body was slammed into the ground. Peter gasped for breath at the impact, all the air being knocked out of him. This was not what he was expecting. Peter held his breath as once again the creature held him up in the air and forced him down to the ground, flashing him that toothy grin again. Now Peter wishes he had called Tony.

Peter's vision started to blur at the edges as the creature repeatedly hit him against the ground, again, and again. Peter remembers being held up in the air one last time before being slammed into the ground one last time and everything going black.

Peter's eyes opened to find himself not in his bedroom. Huh, where was he? He looked around the room, the lights almost blinding him. Peter saw that he was hooked up to an IV and that there was a heart monitor, and a couple of chairs to his right and...uh oh, he was in a hospital. What was he doing here?

He looked around the room, expecting to see Aunt May or Tony waiting for him, but they were no where to be seen. Huh, that's weird. Why weren't they there with him already? Peter examined the room some more and practically jumped when he saw the nurse looming over in his face.

"Hello Sweetie! It's about time you've woken up." She said sweetly, She shuffled around until now she was sitting at the edge of his bed. Peter shuffled uncomfortably, but regretted when searing pain spread throughout his whole body from his ribs to his legs. Peter winced and the pain, and the nurse must've noticed because a frown was now etched across her face.

"I know it hurts right now, you have six broken ribs, a broken leg, a badly bruised arm, and a fractured skull. I would give you medication, but I'm afraid I'd have to ask you some questions first because the medication would just knock you out." The nurse said, giving a reassuring nod, and rubbing her hand up in down his leg, which kind of irritated Peter because she was not Aunt May or Tony, she had no right to touch him. Though, Peter brushed those thoughts away and tried to focus on asking essential questions. If the giant headache was telling him anything, is that he is really tired and would probably pass out soon, and he needed all the answers he could get.

"Why am I here?" Peter croaked out, wincing at how weak his voice sounded.

"Somebody found you in the street. They called the ambulance. We believe you were run over by a car." The nurse said, her voice as sweet as can be, which was quite sickening to Peter.

"Which hospital am I at?" Peter asked, his voice a bit stronger this time. Peter was trying to recall anything of anyone finding him, but his mind was blank. What if the person who found him knew he was spider-man. What if the whole hospital knew he was spider-man? That was literally the only thing he had on when he was fighting the villain, oh jeez, he couldn't imagine what the media would do if they found out that Spider-man was actually a fifteen year old kid from Queens. What would Aunt May do if she found out?

Peter started to panic now. He didn't know what to do. He needed somebody, anybody. He wanted Aunt May to coddle him and hug him tight. He wanted Tony to ruffle his hair and tell him he did a good job. He wanted his family.

Peter could hear his heart monitor pick up in speed and he looked over to the nurse who had a panicked look on her face like she didn't know what to do. She quickly went to call for help but then rushed back to Peter's side, cupping his face in her hands. Peter tried to pull back at the touch, but she was holding his face firmly.

"Quickly tell me the number of your guardian." She said in a panicked voice. Peter examined her closely, noting her wide, panicked eyes, and her mouth forming into a single line. Peter croaked out the first number that came to mind as he watched a doctor come in a put something in his IV. That's all he can remember before everything went black again.

Tony was not in a happy mood. The Avengers were coming tomorrow, and Tony still had no idea what to do. He sighed as he looked down at the mess that was the accords. He had been working on them for hours, just trying to make them likable for Cap and his team. Tony sighed and rubbed a hand down his face. Why was everything so stressful! Couldn't he take a break! The last time he remembers actually enjoying himself was back when he took Peter and his friends out to the movies, and that was weeks ago!

Tony smiled at the memory though. He remembered Peter's excitement and happiness when they went. Something in Tony made him have a warm glow throughout his body. God he missed that kid. It's actually been a while since he heard from him. Like a whole week! Wow, that was a lot of time to not hear from the kid. Tony looked down at the accords that were spread throughout his desk and pushed them away, deciding to take a break to check up on the kid.

Just as Tony was about to take out his phone, Pepper walked in with a worried expression on her face. Tony immediately dropped everything and put his full attention on her. They had just gave the announcement that they were engaged, yet Tony was still worried about losing her. He didn't want to go through that again. If it weren't for Rhodey, he probably would be dead after the breakup. Tony watched as she walked over to him and engaged him in a hug. Tony looked at her with a confused look, and she just sighed.

"You ever going to take a break?" She said, crouching down in front of him so now she was at eye level with him.

"I was just about to actually." Tony said honestly, putting his phone on the table and folding them in his lap. Pepper looked at him with a non-believing look.

"Were you?" Pepper asked, obviously not buying it.

"Yes! I was just about to check up on Peter!" Tony exclaimed, trying to defend himself.

"Of course you were, like the father you are." Pepper smirked, she looked at him with a glint in her eyes. Tony looked at her with a confused look on his face. Father? Where did that come from?

"I'm not his father." Tony exclaimed. "Besides, I'd be a terrible one if I ever really would to be one."

"That's not true. I've seen you with Peter. You're very overprotective of him. And do you know how many times he's accidentally called you dad? It's insane!" Pepper said, giggling at Tony's facial expression he was giving her.

"Biological I'm not his father though." Tony said before getting up from his chair and moving over towards a worktable.

"No, but mentally to him you are." Pepper said, also getting up and following him over to where he was standing. Tony just shrugged and started working on one of his iron man gauntlets. Pepper watched with amazement as he worked. She was always amazed by the man's ability to operate with machines. She found it one of his most attractive things about him. They sat there with silence for a bit, just keeping each other company when Tony's phone began to ring.

Tony instantly looked up from what he was doing and he rushed over to the phone to pick it up. He answered to hear a very particular Italian women yelling and Tony winced. Pepper watched his face with interest, wondering what was going on.

"Do you have Peter?" Came the panicked voice on the other side. At those four words, Tony's heart began to quicken, he knew what those words meant, and every time he heard them he didn't like it at all.

"No, why?" Tony answered, his voice filled with worry. Pepper watched with concern as Tony's eyes widened in panic, and Pepper could sense a panic attack coming on soon.

"He hasn't returned home. It's two hours past his curfew and he hasn't so much as texted me. It's so unlike him, and I'm worried he might be hurt or something! I don't know what to do! Do I call the police! What do I do?" May slurred her sentences in panic, and Tony was barley able to make them out. Oh no, this wasn't good, this wasn't good at all. It was definitely not like Peter to go past curfew and not contact anybody. Peter was one of the most obedient person he knew, well, for the most part. But he would never do something like this to his aunt, and especially not to Tony.

"Okay, May, just calm down. I'll look for him, okay? He's going to be all right. Don't call the police yet. I have the situation under control." Tony said through the phone, mostly reassuring himself more than he was May.

"Oh thank you so much! I couldn't ask for anyone better to be looking after my boy!" May said, before the said their goodbyes and May hung up. Tony looked up to Pepper who looked at him with a questioning look. Tony took a breath before quickly shifting all gears into finding his little boy.

"Friday, give me the video feed from the Spider-man suit." Tony asked, his voice shaking. His whole body seemed to be shaking, worry etched across every feature he possessed. Pepper came up behind him and held his hand, which helped Tony calm down a bit.

"Sir, I'm afraid I can't get connection to the suit." Friday said, and Tony swears his heart skipped a beat.

"What?" Tony's voice hitched.

"I can't get connection to Spider-man. I'm sorry boss." Friday repeats.

Tony has to take a step back from the situation. This could not be happening. Not now. Peter could be anywhere right now. He could be hurt and bleeding out lying in a ditch, or worse. No, Tony would not allow him to think those things. He was going to find Peter, and when he does they're going to have a movie night at the tower and drink hot cocoa like they usually do after a long night. Everything was going to be fine. At lease, Tony hoped so.

"Friday, can you track anything related to Peter?" Pepper said, being Tony's voice at the moment.

"I'm afraid not Ms. Potts." Friday responded disappointingly. Pepper cursed under her breath, but then turned her full attention towards Tony as his breathing got shallower.

"Tony it's going to be okay. We're going to find him. Everything is going to be alright." Pepper said, leading Tony towards the ground and rubbing circles into his back in order to comfort him. Pepper really hoped the kid showed up soon, otherwise her fiance might end up dead of a heart attack.

They sat there for a couple minutes until Tony finally came back to his senses. He looked at Pepper with the most grateful look in the world. How did he deserve a women like her? Pepper continued to comfort him until Tony's phone began to ring again. They both looked up from where they were and both Tony and Pepper reached out for the phone, Pepper beating him to the punch. They both looked at the phone and Tony had hope build up inside him. Maybe it was Peter, calling him to show him everything was fine. Maybe everything was just a big misunderstanding.

Pepper looked down at the called ID, and instantly frowned. It said the Queens Hospital. That certainly couldn't be good. She tried to give Tony a reassuring smile as she went to pick up the phone, holding it up to her ear. She really hoped it wasn't for Peter. For Tony's and Peter's sake.

"Hello is this the guardian of Peter Parker?" A voice asked. Pepper held in a breath, this was going to be bad. Tony looked at Pepper's pained expression and couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed the phone out of her hand and put it up to his ear.

"Hello?" Tony asked, his voice worried.

"Hello, are you the guardian of Peter Parker?" Said the voice calmly. Tony's whole world started to slow down, this couldn't be happening. Not to his son.

"Yes, and this is?" Tony asked, trying his best to keep his cool.

"Queens Hospital. Your son was sent in here a couple hours ago, we believe he was ran over by a car. He was some severe injuries and would like you to come over right away." Said the voice.

"I'm on my way." Tony said before quickly getting up and heading towards his cars.

"Tony wait." Pepper said, running up to him and taking his hand. "I'm not letting you do this alone." Tony looked at her with a loving gaze before they both rushed as fast as they could to the hospital.

Tony all but practically sprinted into the lobby, and caught the women at the front desk off by surprise.

"I'm looking for Peter Parker." Tony all but blurted out. The women seemed to be shocked by Tony Stark's appearance, and was barley able to stutter out the room number before Tony was already sprinting towards the room, Pepper not far behind.

When Tony reached the door, he was stopped by a doctor who had just exited the room. Tony looked at him in annoyance. He just wanted to see that Peter was okay, was that so hard to ask for?

"I'm sorry sir, only family are allowed in at this time." The doctor said, and Tony wanted to scream in his face. He was Peter's family, couldn't he see that?

"Please, I have to see him." Tony all but begged, his voice coming out soft and low. Pepper was actually taken back by how low he looked. This was not like any other Tony Stark she's seen.

"I'm afraid it's restricted to family members only sir. You're not allowed in." The doctor said, trying to push Tony back, which only fed Tony's fire even more.

"HE'S MY SON GOD DAMMIT!" Tony screamed, and everyone in the room went dead silent. All eyes were on him, but Tony didn't care. He just wanted to see Peter, and he was going to do so no matter what this fool said. Tony brushed past the man, who was to surprised at the moment to even move, and made his way to the doorway. He opened the door, and his gaze instantly fell to Peter. His heart ached at the sight.

He went up to the boy, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. He looked at how pale and bruised he was. How did Tony not see this coming? Why wasn't he there to protect his little boy? How could he be such a disappointment. At that thought Tony broke down. He was now sobbing, fingers running through the boy's hair, his hand holding onto the Peter's as he wept. Pepper brought up a chair behind Tony for him to sit on and guided him into it. Rubbing circles into his back before leaving to call Aunt May.

Tony looked at the boy. This reminded him why he was still living. To protect this little boy. Because this little boy was his world, and he wouldn't know what to do without him. Tony cupped the boy's face and pulled his face up to Peter's. He kissed Peter's temple before crying to the boys stomach. He didn't know how long he stayed like that, but it felt like days.

Tony then felt tender fingers slide through his hair, and he looked up to find Peter looking up at him with bright eyes. Tony's face started to light up at the sight of the boy awake. This was his world, and he would protect it no matter what.

"D-dad?" Peter croaked out, a smile etching across his face. Tony's heart clenched at the sight.

"Son?" Tony said, wiping the tears from his eyes. Tony was definitely not prepared for the full force hug Peter threw at him. Tony wrapped his arms around the boy tightly and Peter did the same. Tony was now sobbing again due to all the emotional trauma tonight had caused him. He really needed a day off.

"I love you Dad" Peter said, rubbing circles into the man's back.

"I love you too Son" Tony said, a grin spread across his face.

Peter was released from the hospital a day afterwards, and Tony somehow convinced May to let Peter stay with him at the compound to recover.

Tony made sure Peter was settled on the couch and ready to go, draping a blanket over him in preparation. He then went to the kitchen to grab the bowl of popcorn, placing it between him and Peter. Tony then turned on the movie, and very slowly, somehow, they ended up moving closer together, until they were now practically cuddling. They had a movie marathon that night with just the two of them. Tony didn't even watch the movie, he just sat there and admired the boy before him, wondering how he ever go so lucky. Peter was just happy to have his Dad with him.

Eventually after a while, they both drifted off to sleep. Their heads rested on each others, both sleeping soundly.

And if the former Avengers came in the next day to find them like that, well...They didn't need to know that.

And if Hawkeye took a picture and saved it as his background, well...They didn't need to know that either.