Whumptober 2021

I've got you

A/N- This is so, so short. I'm sorry about that, I just had no time to write this one. 

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-Third Person P.O.V-

The mission had been going well. If you were to ask anyone from the outside, watching on, they would say 'The Avengers are sure to win, no way they can't.' Sure, they might be right, but that doesn't mean something can't go horribly wrong.

Snow was falling across New York, something that wasn't too shocking to everyone, considering the date. It was December 24th, and the streets were buzzing. However, ten blocks away the Avengers were all stood, geared with weapons and looks of anger plastered on their faces.

Of course, on Christmas eve, HYDRA agents decide to pop up. Thankfully, it wasn't too many, but it was still enough to cause a fuss and cause problems.

Amongst the group of Avengers, stood Peter Parker. He was the youngest of the group, having only just turned 16. He was also the newest one within the group, having only been a part of 'The Avengers' now, for 8 months.

He was stood beside Tony Stark, aka Iron-Man, with his Spider-Man suit on. After recent events (May leaving to work in London- after a lot of convincing from Peter to live her life and follow her dreams), Peter was now under the care of Tony Stark.

It had been a rough start, but now, after 6 months of them living under the same roof, it was safe to say they were now the ultimate father/son duo.

With it being December 24th, Christmas Eve, Peter was having mix feelings about this whole thing. On one hand, he was slightly happy, after all, he got to fight along side his not family family. But, on the other hand, he didn't want to be doing this on Christmas eve and he especially didn't like the fact was even needing to happen.

"You all know the plan," Steve mumbled into the coms.

Everyone replied with a 'yes,' or 'sure do Capsicle' (Tony), and then they were on their way.

The fight was going well. Sure, the snow was making it a little harder, and the cold wasn't helping Peter all that much. It was making his senses be a lot slower than he would like to admit, only being able to narrowly avoiding the punches and kicks, stabs and gun shots with hardly and inch to spare.

Peter was jumping from fight to fight, taking no time in between to get to the next solider and incapacitate them and make sure they won't be getting back up any time soon.

Adrenaline was pumping through his veins making it a lot harder to know he was actually injured. Many times, had he been swiped by some ones knife, punch a little harder than really needed, or even, in one case, shot.

It was only once the fight was over that it truly hit him, just how much his body hurt. Tentatively, his hand moved down to his right side, probing only slightly before hissing in pain and pulling away. Looking down, he couldn't help but feel shocked as his hand came away red.

"Karen, what's the damage?" Peter mumbled, beginning to slowly make his way back to his family.

'five deep lacerations across your torso and upper body, one stab wound on your left leg. And one shot wound on your right side. I suggest you seek immediate medical attention as you are loosing blood at a rapid pace,' Karen replied, sounding rather worried.

Peter sighed deeply, deciding not to reply, seeing as he was making his way over to his family.

He could see his dad a little aways from his, talking to Steve, the helmet still on. Peter could see his whole body stiffen and he quickly turned around, his helmet sliding off in one smooth motion, revealing a worried and shocked face.

Before Peter could even blink, Tony was flying towards him and landing right in front of him, face stricken with worry.

"You're hurt," Tony breathed, looking at Peters side where obvious blood was oozing from his side.

"It's not too bad, don't worry," Peter replied, although, every second that passed, the adrenaline was leaving his body and he could feel the pain slowly creeping in.

Tony scoffed and shook his head, disbelief distorting his features. "Peter, don't lie. FRIDAY told me how much you're hurt," Tony spoke, his dad voice coming into play.

Peter would have replied then, but it seemed his body was now deciding to allow all the pain to really take a hold. It was quick and unstoppable, like a tidal wave. He heard himself make a grunt of pain, before he felt his body begin to fall towards the ground.

Tony was quick to race forward, grabbing Peter before he could hit the ground and hefting him up into his arms. While Tony was a little annoyed at Peter, he knew realistically that it wasn't really his fault, and if anything he was a whole lot more worried.

"Cap, I'm taking Peter back to the tower, he needs medical help," Tony spoke into the coms, already beginning to fly into the air and towards the tower.

'Okay, keep us updated,' Steve replied, sounding equally as worried as Tony.

"Will do," Tony voiced, before cutting the coms and looking at his kid in his arms.

"I swear to God Peter, you better be okay," Tony whispered, before flying faster to the tower.

-

"And he'll be okay for tomorrow?" Tony questioned, looking at Peter then the doctor again.

The doctor nodded and smiled, "he should be allowed to leave later tonight as long as everything goes to plan. Seeing as he's already awake and not in too much pain, he's already beginning to heal, so all he'll need is some more sleep," she said, sounding more than happy with the outcome.

Tony let out a breath of air he didn't even know he was holding and thanked the doctor. "Jesus kid, you really are trying to give me grey hairs," Tony mumbled, looking at Peter.

Peter laughed a little, wincing from the pain but shaking it off almost instantly. "Some ones gotta keep you on your toes dad," Peter replied with a huff of laugher.

Tony rolled his eyes but smiled and sat beside Peters bed, feeling more than grateful that Peter was okay.