Peter Parker Oneshots

Peter Banner

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A small, frail boy crashed into the Stark Towers enterance, scaring everyone in the lobby. He hobbled over to the front desk and smiled tightly at the receptionist. "Good morning ma'am, is it isn't any trouble, could you please alert Dr. Banner that a 'Peter Parker' is here to see him, and needs medical attention."

The receptionist's eyes widened as she typed away furiously on her laptop, before looking up again. "He'll be down as soon as possible. Please take a seat."

"No, it's ok ma'am, blood doesn't come out of fabric very well, I wouldn't want to stain the seats."

The lobby looked at him in shock. This teenager was willing to keep standing so he wouldn't ruin a billionaire's lobby seats. This is when people noticed more about him. He had a black eye and crooked nose, his eyes showing nothing but pain. He had red seeping through the shoulder and torso of his light-grey shirt and his trousers were ripped quite haphazardly.

"You know what ma'am, I think I'll go wait outside, I'm dripping blood all over the floor." He turned to walk away but a piercing whistle stopped him in his tracks. He spun around with a grin to face his dad. Bruce Banner, with the most horrified expression on his face.

The boy let out a chuckle "Bit late for curfew huh?"

People around him blanched and the scientist let out a scoff, before walking over and grabbing Peter by the arm, and yanking him over to the elevator. The doors shut and Bruce turns to face his son. "The heck is wrong with you?"

"Woah, since when do you not swear?" Peter squinted his eyes suspiciously "What have you done with my dad?"

"Captain America does that to you. I'm not putting $2 in a jar every time I cuss."

"Figures."

Banner run his hands over his face, letting out a large sigh. The elevators opened and they walked over to a room, a medical room. Bruce lightly pushed Peter over to the bed "Sit. Now." and rummaged through some cupboards.

A few minutes later, Bruce is finishing stitching up the final wound when the door burst open, revealing hurt Avengers. They look confused as to the scene infront of them, but the sudden noise makes Bruce jump and the needle goes straight into Peter's shoulder, the boy just sat there with a bored expression before standing up. "It's ok, I know how to stitch myself. Deal with your team and I'll be back in a few minutes to see if I can help with anything."

Bruce looks tired "If you don't get that stitched up right now, I'm grounding you. No hesitations." His voice is stern, like a father.

The boy chuckles looking at the team's confused glances and he walks past them, out the door. An injured Hawkeye comes through the door and shortly faints, so everyone's attention is turned to him.

A few hours later, Bruce has just stopped operating on Clint and is stitching up Natasha's thigh when the young boy walks in again.

"Hello Dr.Banner, hello Miss. Romanoff." He was polite and walked over, making Natasha tense up.

"Natasha stop tensing and don't worry about Peter, I trust him with my life."

The assassin loosened up a bit and Peter sat down on a chair next to the hospital bed, staring at the work his dad was doing, before speaking up. "It won't heal properly like that. The femur is still splintered inside and if you finish that stitching like that, it'll pierce the muscle, paralysing that leg."