Three months. It had been three months and Tony was still in a coma after he snapped Thanos' glove. The entire right side of his face was burnt and scarred badly and his right arm was now a bunch of metal.

Peter sat by his side after every patrol he had done since Tony had gotten into the coma, and Pepper came as often as she could, but she had to look after Morgan. Peter understood that.

Pepper and Morgan had bought back the Stark Tower and had moved back in there to be closer to the private hospital, that Banner and Strange founded.

Peter sighed giving his mentor's hand a tight squeeze before heading out of the tower to get home to Aunt May.

He swung through a somewhat quiet neighborhood, still in his suit. As he reached a sidewalk, his spidey sense went crazy and he turned around to look for dangers, seeing a small ball roll out on the road and a girl ran out to get it.

Peters head shot up, seeing a car with too much speed to slow down.

"No!" Peter thought, jumping out in front of the car, stretching his arm out to stop it from hitting the girl, whom he had shoved behind himself.

The car collided with the young, spandex-covered boy, and Peter head a crack and a loud pop before feeling the unbearable pain in his arm. It all went too fast. The car had hit him so hard that he fell onto the ground, but yet prevented it from harming the little girl. And the car had stopped.

Peter let out an earpiercing scream of pain and a wail as he cried out for his mentor. Screaming Tony's name.

"Oh my god! I am so so sorry!" A blurry voice said as someone knelt beside Peter, putting a hand on his knee, but Peter continued crying and gasping for air through his pain.

"Someone call for an ambulance!" The man yelled.

"That won't be necessary," another voice said and Falcon landed ten feet away. He walked to Peter, telling the man that he would take it from there.

The man nodded and helped the little girl home instead.

"Peter, can you hear me?" Sam asked, lifting the red mask enough to reveal Peters lips, so he could breathe better.

"I want Tony..!" Peter cried loudly and Sam nodded sadly.

"Tony's in a coma, buddy," he said, making Peter cry harder. He wanted nothing but his mentor right now.

"I'm gonna need some backup," Sam spoke into his watch. "Who's near?"

"I'll be there in a few minutes," Steve said. "What do you need?"

"A car. Tell Banner and Strange to get ready. I have an injured spider. Oh and bring pillows and duct tape."

Falcon ended the call, waiting for Steve to arrive and so he did shortly after in a car. Steve jogged to them, sitting beside Peter, rubbing the boy's knee soothingly.

"Hi Peter," he said.

"I want Mr Stark.." Peter sobbed and Steve nodded.

"That's okay. That's okay. You'll see him soon. Listen buddy, it looked like a broken arm and dislocated shoulder to me, so we're gonna support it with some pillows really careful, and then we'll get you into the car and get you to Banner's and Strange's hospital. Okay?"

Peter nodded a bit and the heros started taping pillows to Peters arm, only earning whimpers in return.

"Hold his arm, so it won't move," Steve told Sam, getting ready to lift the kid from the ground. Sam did so.

"Ready Peter?" Steve asked. "One, two, three."

Steve picked up Peter, making him choke down a cry and let out a grunt of pain.

When Steve had placed Peter in the back of the car, he got in next to him, carefully rubbing his knee. Sam drove the car and Peters cries eventually came back and Steve could do nothing but to try to comfort him.

He was scared. So very scared.

When they arrived at the hospital, Steve carried Peter to the room next to Tony's, where Banner was waiting for them. And Steve pulled off Peters mask.

Peter was crying openly when he was placed on the bed. He cried out for Tony. Cried so loudly. Bruce felt so bad for him. Peter cried as they ripped the duct tape off his arm, and he begged them to not hurt him.

And Tony heard it all. Heard someone crying out his name and he was confused at first, but then he recognized the broken voice of the cries. Peter. Peter was hurt. Peter was scared. Peter needed him.

Tony's eyes shot open, and be ripped all tubes and wires off as if it was habit. Bruce's pager went off and he stormed to Tony's room, pressing him down onto the mattress.

"Peter! Peter!" Tony gasped.

"He's fine! Peter's fine!" Bruce said. "Tony!"

But Tony cut him off by pushing him out of the way and marching to the room next door, seeing Peter on the bed, arm sickenly bent.

Steve's eyes were wide but Tony didn't care. He kneeled beside Peter's bed, grabbing his hand tightly, kissing the back of it.

"Mr Stark." Peter gasped, trying to get closer to Tony and Tony invited him into his arms, whispering soothing things to him.

Peter didn't see Banner entertaining the room and he didn't notice the doctor taking a hold of his arms, but he screamed at the top of his lungs when his shoulder was popped back into place. He felt dizzy. Like he was gonna pass out and Tony tightened his grip, promising that it was almost over. Peter begged for it to stop, but Bruce twisted his arm, resetting the bone making Peter scream again.

Peter cried openly into Tony's chest as he got his cast on and had his arm put in a sling. Bruce started the lecture on how long he should wear the cast and sling but Tony cut him off.

"Enough.." he mumbled. "Tell him later. He needs a break from being Spider-Man right now."

Tony stroked Peters hair, making him calm down and eventually fall asleep in his mentors arms.