Every Piece of Me

Bet

  My ears were ringing. Something was holding onto me. Something that didn't scare me, which hadn't happened in the last couple of days. I hadn't the slightest idea what was going on.

  "Reven, please wake up, please." Crying in the distance from just above me. "Mr. Stark, they need water or dirt or something, it'll- it'll make them better- I've seen it. Why did they come back for me?" Peter.

  My eyes shot open, Peter was crying into my chest, he was holding me in his lap. Around me was a dark green orb of my power. Moving in waves of pure energy. I could feel it attached to me. My last ounce of energy was used to make it. It flickered and then floated away. Then after that was gone, I saw we were in a deep crater of broken buildings, cars, trash cans, and above that was tall walls of rock. A red metal suit zoomed towards me and a figure stepped out. Water splashed onto my body and I slowly felt my consciousness begin to normalize.

  I coughed and then shakily sat up. I looked at Peter, his leg was still bleeding, but other than that there wasn't a single new wound on him, just a shit ton of dust and scratches and a piece of metal stuck in his suit. "We're alive? You're alive?" I looked up to my dad picking me up.

  "You're one powerful nuke, I'll explain later when I do the math on what the fuck your body just did to save both of your lives. For now, you two need medical attention. Or more so you need a body guard from the angry aunt May waiting in that helicarier."

  The iron man suit wrapped its arms around the three of us and took off. We landed carefully on the roof and as soon as the suit let us go my dad started running with me in his arms, Peter limping by his side.

  "I have two thoroughly damaged miracle teenagers here who need medical attention now!" My dad shouted walking into the carrier with no care who was higher than him in that area. People rushed to us and before I could even think straight we were in the med bay.

  Flashlights and towels and water were everywhere. Peter sat next to me in a t-shirt and sweats holding his left thigh and cleaning his face with a paper towel. You'd think you'd get better than a paper towel in a trillion dollar plane.

  "Those are my kids in there! I don't care if it's level 7's and above or whatever the fuck! Those are MY KIDS!" May pushed past the S.H.E.I.L.D agents and they just let her go looking slightly terrified to say the least.

  First she threw her bag on the ground and then ran her hands through her hair. Then she looked at our health evaluations in our records and on the monitors. Then she passed out. Peter scrambled to the floor.

  I looked at him as he struggled to get down and wake May up. She eventually woke and sat up, blinked a few times, and then hugged Peter. He winced and said "May..May, we're alright." She then let go. She took a deep breath and prayed to god before humming.

  "Rev over here has internal bleeding, a broken foot, ribs, a heavy concussion and just SURVIVED AN ASTROID SIZED ROCK WHILE ALSO SAVING YOUR ASS!  You have a 4 inch deep cut in your leg and bruised ribs, not to mention the identical heavy concussion. You're both in bed rest for the next month. You will both be staying at the Avenger's faculty in complete safety and-"

  I started laughing, then so did Peter. She stared at us and then smiled lightly. "Please don't ever do that again, next time at least tell me where you're going. Or that either if you have supernatural fucking powers and you're joining the Avengers without parental consent." She grabbed both of our hands and gripped them tightly before standing up and following the S.H.E.I.L.D agents out of the room.

  My dad came out from the pole he was hiding behind and May glared at him intently. He froze in place as she connected her eyes with his and motioned between them. She would never let this go. Not even three weeks of having custody of me and I'm severely hurt and brought her nephew into it too.