Peter Parker and Tony Stark Whump Shots

Drugged

(Peter doesn't have any powers, and he isn't Spider-Man.)

Parties. Something that Peter had usually tried to avoid, but this one was different. This was an appreciation party for Iron-Man. So, of course, Peter wanted to go and show his respect, he normally spent his Saturdays with Tony anyways. When he finally arrives at Iron-Mans new mansion, the noise startles him. He definitely didn't expect there to be so many people. And despite how nervous he is, he walks in the door, manoeuvring around the countless people carefully. When he steps past the doorway, a faint voice can be heard, "Mr. Parker has arrived." FRIDAY's accent is prominent and it's followed by Tony making his way to the child.
"Hey, kid. Glad you could make it." Tony smiles, patting him on the shoulder and leading him towards the centre of the room. "I have to make a toast but then we can go and sit down. Promise I'll make it quick." He really does seem happy that Peter was there, glad to know that someone he actually cares about is there for him.
"Okay, Mr. Stark. Good luck." Peter replies kindly.
"And hey, try and avoid some of the people here, a lot of them are only here to see me embarrass myself." Tony smirks, "Sit here, and don't drink anything, you're still underage for another five years."
Peter sits down and watches as Tony makes his way onto the stage. The crowd cheers, and then they quiet down when Tony raises a hand.
"Alright! Alright!" He starts, "Glad you're all here tonight! You know, drinking my alcohol and ruining a priceless building."
Laughter erupts from the people standing around as Tony continues to speak to his audience.
Peter watches with a smile on his face, that is until there's a sharp pain in the back of his neck. "Ow." He turns to look behind himself and clasps a hand around the wound. He's met with the sight of a smiling man, his hair's slicked back neatly and he has round glasses.
"You alright? That was a big wasp!" He says enthusiastically.
"Yeah, I'm okay, just kinda scared me." The kid replies nervously, letting go of his neck.
"Do you want to go and get some water?" The man asks.
"I don't..."
"Where are my manners? My name is Justin, come on and we'll get you some water." He says, pulling the unsure kid to his feet.
But Peter's head is starting to spin, and as much as he doesn't want to get up, it's almost like he's not in charge of himself. And suddenly his knees buckle from underneath him, but he steadies himself before falling.
"I...I don't feel good... I..." He says, his words are slurred and his mouth is numb.
Justin walks him over to a quiet corner of the room, leading him away from Tony, out into the corridors.
"No... wait... I feel sick..." Peter mumbles, curling in on his stomach and falling to his knees. He uses his hands to stop himself from face planting the floor.
"Yeah, I bet you do. That's normal. It's just the drugs kicking in." Justin replies nonchalantly, enjoying the fear on the kids face as he starts to piece together what's happening.
And then his elbows give in, and he's lying face down on the floor, no feeling left in his body.
Justin turns him around, so that he's on his back, and then he inspects him.
"Worked faster than I thought." He smiles, "Don't try to speak, there really is no point, can't do much at all when you're like this."
And he's right, Peter can't do anything, but he can see everything, hear everything, and all that's left for him to do is watch in fear.
"How sad, right? Tony's little intern drank a little too much at his first ever party and collapsed before making it to the bathroom." The man pouts down at him, "He choked to death on his own vomit, very common in young people. Poor Tony. Such a tragedy." Justin tuts and shakes his head before grinning at the still boy on the floor.
He takes a tall, silver flask out of his jacket pocket and unscrews the cap.
"Count yourself lucky. This would probably hurt like hell if you weren't completely out of it."
The noise of the crowd grows louder as the door opens slightly. Justin sighs and uses one hand to open his mouth.
"Really shouldn't be drinking at this age." He says as he pours the liquid into the kids mouth, he stands up straight and watches for a brief moment. The sight is awful, Peter's choking, but there's nothing he can do to save himself. The sound is even worse, gurgling noises and gagging fills the corridor. Justin walks away calmly, almost as if nothing had even happened. And then chaos, a women in high heels and a short dress stumbles out into the nightmare. She sees the young boy and rushes as best she can to get to him, not before letting out a loud scream. She falls down beside him, pushing his head to the side and letting the drink from his mouth spill out onto the floor. A crowd had already gathered, and barely a second goes by when Tony rushes up towards him.
"What happened? What happened to him?!" He asks angrily, looking around the room at all the shocked faces.
"He was choking!" The girl shouts, still sitting on the floor beside Peter.
And Tony kneels over him, aware of the movement in his eyes.
"Kid? Can you hear me?" He asks, but Peter still can't move a muscle, he can only look on.
"Kid? If you can hear me, blink twice."
And finally, Peter can actually do something. He blinks twice, which makes Tony breath out a sigh of relief.
"Why can't you move?" He asks, mostly to himself, panic still present in his voice. "I told you not to drink anything." He smiles sadly, his eyes glimmering with tears ready to fall.
And Peter blinks over and over again, trying to convey the message, but before Tony can get it, he's lifting him up and walking him to the elevator across the hall.
"We're gonna fix this, kid. Gonna make you all better." Tony whispers reassuringly, the paleness of his face showing just how scared he really is. Peter's arms hang limp at Tony's sides, his whole body still too numb. They go up a few floors and Tony sets him down on a sofa.
Peter's sitting up, body still slumped over and his pupils are dilated.
"There we go, you're alright. I need to know what happened to you, okay? Blink twice for yes, once for no. Can you do that?" Tony asks softly, holding one of Peter's hands in both of his own.
And Peter's glad he can actually communicate a little bit, he blinks twice.
"Good, that's good. Can you move at all?"
The kid blinks once.
"Okay, I need to know what you drank, was there something in it?" Tony asks worriedly.
He's met with one blink.
"Wait, I don't understand." Tony sighs, "FRIDAY run a scan of Peter Parker, tell me what you find."
A few moments go by before the AI replies.
"Scan complete. Mr Parker has been drugged. Propofol was found in his system, there is an entrance wound from a syringe in the back of his neck."
"What the hell?" Tony whispers, moving the kids head forward as gently as possible to take a look. And, sure enough, there's a small trail of blood running from a tiny hole underneath his hair.
"Sir, there is also footage from when this took place, would you like me to analyse it?" The robotic voice asks.
"Do it."
Another while goes by before FRIDAY has completed the task. "CEO of Hammer Industries, Justin Hammer, seems to be the person who carried out the drugging. He is seen leading Mr. Parker into the corridor before pouring what appears to be vodka into his mouth."
"Jesus Christ. I'll kill him." Tony says angrily, a protective hand playing with Peter's hair as he keeps his eyes on the boy. "How long will this take to leave his system?"
"About forty minutes, boss. From my understanding, Mr. Parker should be okay. The dose is not lethal, but he may experience nausea and should have supervision until he is able to move."
"Thanks, FRI. I'm gonna go get you a plaster for your neck, Pete, and a glass of water for when you're ready. I'll be two minutes." Tony keeps his word and returns quickly, putting the plaster on carefully and putting on the first Star Wars movie he can find on the TV.
After about half an hour, Peter can feel his fingers, and he closes them into his hand to make a fist. Tony notices immediately, watching intently as his other hand does the same.
"You're doing so good, kid. Take your time."
After another few minutes, Peter can feel his legs and his arms. He tests out his strength and slowly starts to regain his movement.
He coughs a little bit, trying to speak.
"Mr... Mr. Stark..." Peter chokes out, scaring himself when his head drops forward. Tony catches him, steadying the boy so that he's sitting up properly again.
"Woah, take your time, really. It's alright."
"Vodka tastes..." Peter coughs again, "like... like shit..."
And Tony chuckles, smiling down at him, "I know, kid. Should've known that you never would have drank anything. I'm sorry I wasn't there."
"It's okay..." The kid returns a weak smile. "I'm fine now."
And he really is, his head resting on Tony's shoulder as they both watch his favourite films. Honestly, he had never been better.