Whumptober 2021

Toto, I have a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore

A/N- Oops, listen, I wasn't meant to go this long without a chapter. But the honest to God truth, I was either working, at college or sleeping. Straight up would fall asleep anywhere and anytime. But, I'm getting there now, so while updates will be a little slow. I am back. 

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-Third Person P.O.V-

The endless forest seemed to spread all around him, his mind spinning dizzily with how difficult it was to distinguish directions when everything around him looked exactly the same. He had his suit on, but Karen was useless at the moment.

Oh, and to top it all off, he was literally bleeding out.

They had been dealing with a HYDRA base when it had gone pretty wrong. Many bombs had gone off, and it was in all of their best interests to get the Hell out of there. Peter had had to go a different way from the rest, resulting in the agents choosing him to follow and chase through miles of dense forest.

Now, he's lost them.

But he's also lost himself.

"Karen, come on please work," Peter begged as he collapsed against the bark of the tree, he could feel the coarse feel of it even from under his suit and knew there was probably a new scrap to add the to list of ones he already had.

There was no reply, instead all Peter could hear was the wind whipping around his head and the sound of insects and bugs all around him. In his mind, he knew it was useless, but once again, he tried his comms to see if they would work.

"Guys- can- can you hear me. Please I don't- I don't know where I am," Peter stumbled, feeling his words slur together and his world begin to spin around him.

Once more the only sound that could be heard was the sound of static that bounced around his skull and made him want to cry.

Peter glanced down at his stomach, where all the blood was ebbing and flowing from his system. He tried to put pressure on the wound, but he sound every time he placed his hands tightly over the wound his vision would swim in darkness and threaten to pull him down.

All he could do was put light pressure on it and hope that would be enough to stem the blood flow before it was too late and he wouldn't be found.

At least not alive.

Peter huffed out a dry, humourless laugh before his vision began to swim in darkness and before he could register it, his vision was darkening and pulling him under.

His eyes fell shut as blood began to make it's way out of Peters body, staining the forest floor and draining the life from Peter.

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"Peter, come in. Kid, come on where are you," Tony voiced into the comms, an edge of worry making it's way into his voice and making everyone look up in shock and worry.

When he once more got no reply he turned to the others, "did any of you see what way Peter went out?" Tony asked, not wanting to say what they were all thinking in that moment.

If he got out.

Everyone shock their head before Wanda spoke up, "I saw him a little before we all got out, he was on the other side of the building."

Tony narrowed his eyes, he had already tried tracking the suit, but FRDAY had said she wasn't able to contact Karen and the suit was too damaged, not helping at all to help Tonys nerves of the whole situation.

"FRIDAY, scan the woods for any heat signatures. And quick," Tony mumbled, the helmet of the suit falling over his face as he flew upwards for a better view around him.

FRIDAY didn't respond for a moment and Tony could feel his heart beating quickly within his chest, threatening to give out at any moment. Peter wasn't even his kid, but it really felt like he was, Tony and May had finally began to get along and Tony and Peter were beginning to except the father son bond they had.

They couldn't lose that now.

Not- not now.

'I have one heat signature two kilometres away, I do believe it is Peter, however his heart rate is very slow,' FRIDAY commented.

Tony was flying before FRIDAY had even finished what she was saying. But as soon as she had, he was moving even quicker. There was no way of knowing the injuries Peter got because his suit wasn't working anymore and it meant he had no contact with any of them anymore.

What felt like ions but could have only been a minute, Tony spotted Peter and he felt his heart sink.

His mask was gripped weakly in his hand, revealing a pale face, blood specking his lips and cuts all around his face. The colour between the red and white was making Tony fear he may keel over, but he held himself together to make sure he would be able to save Peter.

The worst thing though, was the ever growing puddle that lay under his pseudo son, an obvious stab wound lay under the fabric of his suit, sitting idly in Peter stomach and slowly draining him of life.

The suit was off Tony before he even took everything in. He stumbled his way over and collapsed beside Peter, a shaking hand making its way to his stomach while the other hand to his face.

"Pete, buddy. Are you okay?" Tony whispered, only receiving a small groan in reply.

A whimper escaped Peters lips as Tony pushed down on the wound, but he knew he didn't have a choice. "It's okay Peter, it's all going to be okay," Tony reassured, as the suit formed around him and he lifted Peter into his arms.

"I've got you kid. I found you and you'll be okay. I promise."

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A/N- I also know this is short, sorry about that but I hope it's okay

- Bear xx