Peter Parker and Tony Stark Whump Shots

Fear of Needles

Trypanophobia is a common phobia, more common than most, it's described as a "fear of needles." Sometimes it stems from bad hospital experiences but it's more likely that people are simply afraid of being stabbed with a sharp object.
That's not why Peter was afraid of them though. He was scared of needles because of what happened to Ben. After he was shot, he passed out. The paramedics injected him with something and rushed him into surgery. The next time Peter saw him... he was in his best clothes, laid in a coffin. The responsible part of the kid knows that it wasn't the injection that killed Ben, but another part of him just wants to blame something other than himself. After all, he left the criminal alive, the one who shot his uncle. This happened a few months ago and he's been working alongside The Avengers ever since. He's never been on a mission but he hangs out with them often. Mostly Tony. Especially Tony.
Now, Peter was on patrol, Tony would always check in, like a worried dad. The kid wasn't worried when he saw two teenagers enter an abandoned building, he simply climbed the walls and peered in the window.
"Hey." He said casually, making the teens jump out of their skin. "Shouldn't be in here, ya know?"
"I- I- I'm so sorry- We'll leave- I-" One of them stuttered.
"Thanks guys, be safe, the floors in here aren't very stable." The hero cautioned.
He snickered as the two rushed down the stairs and out the front door, apologising to him as they ran off. Peter didn't mind that they were in there, he was just worried for their safety. He decides to go in through the window and up to the roof.
He immediately realises his mistake when the floor breaks underneath his feet. He falls two floors down. His Spidey-senses go off as he's in the air, he instinctively puts his hands up, covering his head. And it worked, his face was protected from the wooden board that would have hit him. It was only when he landed that he understood his mistake. His spidey-senses did warn him of the danger to his head, but not to the danger to his leg. He stopped the boards, but he didn't move his leg away from the large metal spike that was pointed upwards underneath him.
He tries to sit up and unknowingly lets out a cry, seeing that the spike was gone straight through his thigh. It takes everything in him not to be sick at the sight. At first he's in shock, but shock turns to panic fast. He knows he should be able to handle this, but he can't bring himself to get up, every time he tries to lift his leg off of this thing he feels pain that he can't even describe. So instead he calls Tony. He has no time to think about what to say before the man answers.
"Hey kid, you okay?"
Peter speaks but his voice is ringing inside his head. "I- I think so- but I'm hurt. I think- I'm stuck."
"What- What do you mean? Where are you?"
"I'm at this building on fifth, can you- can you help me?" He feels pathetic for even asking but he doesn't know what else to do.
"Yeah- yeah of course, buddy, I'll track the suit and I'll be there in a minute. Do you need an ambulance?" Tony asks, worry present in his voice.
"I don't- I don't know." The kid replies.
"Okay- I'm on my way. I'm two seconds away, you hear me? You're gonna be alright."

Peter sits there silently, staring at his now bloodied leg, every so often he tries to move and ends up gagging at the feeling of the metal through his skin. Tony gets there fast. Within minutes. His face falls as he walks into the room, grimacing in disgust and at the thought of this horror happening to a child.
"You okay, bud?"
The kid doesn't answer, but he nods, his face is pale and the billionaire can tell that he's in shock.
"I'm gonna call in for some help okay? We'll get people over who can get you out of here." He promises.
"Mmhmm," Peter mumbles, "No- No needles, Mr. Stark. I- I don't like 'em"
"I know, kid. I know you don't." Tony's heart begins to hurt, he knew about the fear, the kid had told him many times... but he also knew that Peter was most likely going to have to be knocked out before they can remove the pipe. He doesn't need to call, just taps a few buttons on his watch and JARVIS' voice says, "which emergency service do you require?"
"Ambulance." Tony replies quickly, not sure what to do when Peter puts his hand beside the genius'. The voice assures them that one is on the way. And in an effort to comfort the kid, Tony grips his hand and brushes his knuckles with his thumb. It seems to work. Peter's breathing is steadier and he looks more at ease having his mentor beside him.
"What happened, kid? Someone do this?" He asks worriedly.
"No." The child almost laughs, "The floor gave in, my senses warned me of danger and I stopped the wood from hitting my head... but I didn't realise that my head and my leg were in danger. I didn't have enough time to move before I landed on the ground."
Tony nods understandingly, surprised at how articulate and well-spoken he is after going through a trauma like that.
The ambulance arrives, minutes later, no siren. That was a precaution that was taken by JARVIS, in case of criminals nearby who decide to run or try and get away once they hear it.
Three paramedics get out of the back, one rushing to Peter holding a foil blanket, wrapping it around him as a treatment for the shock. She had been taken aback when she saw The Spider-Man in front of her, but proceeded to getting to work anyways.
"Rough day, Spider-Man?" She asked with a small, sympathetic smile.
Peter had forgotten he was even wearing the suit, but nodded at her anyways. "Yeah." He whispered.
"Okay, are you allergic to any medication? And are you over the age of fifteen so we can give you an adult dose?" She asked, expecting a 'yes.'
"No. I- I'm not. Yet. I will be soon-" He replies.
"You're- you're fourteen?" She asked in disbelief, the thought of a hero being so young was scary.
"Fourteen and a half." Peter mumbled. "I'm not allergic to anything. But no needles."
"Oh, buddy. We can't remove the metal while your awake. We have to be very careful, you can't move at all. And it will hurt. You have to sleep for a while. You'll be okay." Her voice is softer, now that she knows she's talking to a child.
"No- No- Mr. Stark said no needles. Mr. Stark- you said so-"
"Kid..." Tony says softly.
"No. I- I won't move, you can just do it now. It's- it's okay I'm strong." He sits up straight in a panic, gasping when the movement stings in his thigh.
"Kid. I'm gonna go talk to the paramedics outside, okay? Everything's fine." Tony says, standing up and moving a few feet away.
Peter doesn't reply, just stares with worried eyes.
The paramedics look confused but walk over to the billionaire anyways.

Tony looks to the floor and then back up. "I'm going to hold his arms down, you need to keep his leg still and one of you stick him with the needle."
The three just nod sympathetically.

"Mr. Stark? You okay?" The kid asks.
"Yeah buddy, they're gonna hold your leg still, it'll be over in a minute."
"Alright. I'll try and stay still." He mumbles, watching as two of the medics hold down one leg each. Peter is confused as to why they're pinning his uninjured leg too. His confusion increases when Tony kneels beside him and speaks to him quietly. "Cross your arms over your chest."
The child looks nervous but he trusts him completely, so he does it.
Tony grips his arms and pushes Peter so that he's lying down on the floor, and then he nods at the paramedic.
The one not holding the kid's legs takes out a needle and gets nearer. Peter looks at Tony with pleading eyes and tries to sit up.
"It's okay. It's gonna be over in a minute. You're okay." Tony says as calmly as he can, he's shocked at how strong the child is, it takes most of his strength to keep Peter still.
"No. No. Stop! Mr. Stark! Don't!"
The medic tries her best to be gentle as she pricks his shoulder, but he's moving quite a lot. It is fast though. Peter gasps in shock, "No! Please! Mr. Stark! You- you can't- do-" His eyes roll back into his head, they gave him almost three times the normal amount to make sure it would work. And suddenly, it's quiet.
Tony could cry, he feels so guilty, he paces up and down while the paramedics finally get Peter off of the spike. He helps to lift the kid into the ambulance and walks beside as they arrive at the Tower and wheel the kid into the ER room. Tony sits at his side as they fix him up and waits even when they finish and go back to the hospital. He removes the kid's mask and covers him with a blanket to make him more comfortable. His head is in his hands when he hears Peter start to stir.
He stands up fast, ready to leave if the kid doesn't want to see him. He's groggy for a while, but soon realises that Tony is standing at the door.
"H-hey." He mumbles.
"How are you feeling?" His father figure asks.
"I- I'm okay." Peter whispers. "I'm- I'm sorry Mr. Stark."
"You're sorry?" Tony asks in disbelief, "What are you sorry for, kiddo?"
"Getting so worked up." He says, tears pricking his eyes.
"Hey- hey. It's okay. I'm sorry, I had to-"
"I know..." Peter cuts him off, "I- I was just scared."
"It's okay, buddy. I know you were. You want me to go?" Tony asks, edging closer to the door.
"Can you stay here? Lie with me?"
"Oh." Tony is shocked, he can't help the smile that grows on his face. "Yeah- yeah."
He sits beside Peter, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and looking at him lovingly as the kid leans on him, closing his eyes in content. He lets him fall asleep and thanks God that Peter is okay, he doesn't know what he'd do without him.