Peter Parker and Tony Stark Whump Shots

Trust Fall

Oh God. Oh shit. This isn't good. Right at this moment, Peter Parker is hanging on to the side of a jumbo jet, no parachute and his original suit. The one Tony called a "onesie."
He was in trouble. He breathes deep, clinging onto the side of the vehicle with all of his might. The wind is so strong and if Peter isn't careful it will make him fly off the side.
"Cmon Peter, you can do this." He whispers to himself, gasping and pulling himself onto the top of the jet. The people inside are smuggling high tech weapons from New York and there's no else going to stop them. He's directly above the latch now, and he pulls it off using barely any of his strength. He jumps down, looking around cautiously, there was a thud as he landed. Not good.
"Hey!" A man walks in, he's shocked but immediately takes out a gun. Peter lunges at him, quickly disarming him and knocking him out. But he starts to hyperventilate as a lot more voices are heard from the cockpit.
Three of them walk in.
"Toomes warned us about you." One of them smirks, "We finally get to meet you."
"Yeah, shame we have to meet in this circumstance." Peter replies as casually as he can.
"I promised Toomes that if we saw you, we'd bring you back alive."
"Not happening fellas, now, land the jet."
"That's cute. We heard some rumours about you too." The man responds with a grin.
"Oh yeah, like what?" Peter asks, taking up a fighting stance but keeping his distance.
"Like the fact that you're a fifteen year old kid, how you live with your aunt, how you're Tony Stark's lapdog." His friend says with a cocky smirk.
And honestly, Peter is caught off guard, he takes a few breaths and then plays it off as calmly as he can. "You a fan of me?"
"Yeah, you could say that."
The man is cut off by another voice from behind the cockpit door, presumably the pilot, saying, "Handle him!"
The man jumps at him, but Peter avoids all of his hits with his Spider-sense. He punches out at him and hits the side of his head, he collapses to the ground.
The next man gets ahead of him, kicking him in the stomach and making him fall over himself, but he dodges his next blow and knocks him out. Only one more left and then Peter's left with the pilot. But this one was harder, as soon as Peter stands up straight he's hit with a bolt of light, knocking him off his feet. Whatever weapon that he has is powerful, it hurts the kid as he writhes on the floor.
"Toomes wants you alive, but I don't think he'll mind much." The man says with a grunt, he grabs Peter by the back of his suit and lifts him up so that he's pressed against the wall. He shoots him again with the weird weapon and Peter would fall over if the man wasn't holding him up.
"It's time for you to go."
He pushes the emergency door on the jet and shoves the hero out, watching as he struggles to grasp onto the jet with his fingertips. He gasps and tries to keep himself steady.

"Kid?!" He hears a familiar voice from far away calling out to him.
Peter opens his eyes wide and listens to his voice. "M-Mr. Stark!"
He looks down and then realises that it was a huge mistake to do that, and then he tries to get back into the escape door. The man, however, swings his arm around tries to pry Peter's fingers off the jet. "Don't fall off, kid." The villain smirks and pulls his index finger back so that it slips off the side.
Peter cries out in fear, left only hanging on with three fingers.
"I'm gonna catch you kid!" Tony calls up to him, "I got you! Trust me!"
"Fuck it." The man inside huffs, he lifts his weapon and fires it at Peter's side. He gasps sharply and starts to fall.
"I got you!" Tony yells desperately, he tries his best to catch up to him. But Peter is completely out of it, both from the shock of the weapon and from falling through the sky at such a fast pace, with no possible way of saving himself. His arms are flailing and he turns in mid air, he can see Tony. He's too far away. He won't catch him in time. Peter just closes his eyes, he can't do much else.
"I'm not gonna let you fall!" Tony yells, he sounds terrified, and it seems that he doesn't even believe himself.
"PETER!"
He can hear him but he can't get the words together to respond, he can break breathe through the thin air. It seems to go by so slowly, but he knows he has barely any time left.
"PETER!" Tony repeats, even more desperately than before.
Peter opens his eyes and sees a building beside him, he's close to the ground now. Hopefully it'll be fast.
And then there's a thud. Peter gasps, opening his eyes and expecting to see the afterlife. He looks up and stares at the suit. Tony's helmet clicks off and he grips Peter so tight in his arms that the kids arms start to hurt.
"Mr. Stark?" Peter asks, no emotion at all, he's too stunned.
"Yeah, got you. I got you, kid. I got you." Tony replies, tears streaming down his cheeks.
"Am I- am I de-"
"You're okay. You're alright, you hear me?"
"I thought- I thought I was gonna- Thank you." Peter replies, finally being hit with the emotions and crying into Tony's shoulder.
"Holy shit..."
"The jet. The jet- Mr. Stark. It's- We need to..."
"It's okay. I got men working on it right now, are you sore?" Tony asks in a comforting voice.
"I- I don't know... I don't know, Mr. Stark." Peter replies honestly, "I can't feel anything."
"It's okay. We're gonna get you back and get you some help."
Peter sniffs and then sobs even harder. "I thought- I thought that- you wouldn't- wouldn't catch me..."
"I'll always catch you, kid. I'll always catch you."