Senses

3: Waiting

He's okay. He's going to be okay. It's okay. Tony tells himself this for hours while he and the rest of his team where huddled over the table Peter was laying on.

Three hours ago, Tony had found Peter on the floor of a high school bathroom, passed out. Tony brought him to the Avengers tower where he was gently moved to Bruce's lab.

Bruce had ran a series of medical tests with Peter, trying to reveal what was wrong with him.

Tony stared at Peter's unmoving form. Occasionally, Peter would let out a small, frail cry of pain, but he hadn't fully woken up yet.

"Do you know what's wrong with him?" Tony asked Bruce. Tony hated this. Peter looked so innocent with a look of deep pain across his young face, it was truly heartbreaking.

"I'm not sure. Because of the spider bite, his body and DNA have experienced drastic changes." Bruce replied. "He does not appear to have a common sickness, such as the flu or stomach bug. I think we should wait for Peter to wake up and see how he's feeling."

Tony turned the idea of waiting for Peter in his head. They couldn't bring him to the hospital, someone would notice the difference between a humans body and Peter's body. They couldn't tell S.H.E.I.L.D., they wouldn't pass up the change to see Spider-Man's identity. Waiting was the best option.

"Alright," Steve announces. "Me, Sam, and Bruce will take first shift. The rest of you can go clean up or sleep or something."

"No." Tony argues. "I need to be here when he wakes."

Steve crossed his arms. "Tony, it's been a long day. Why don't you go take a shower and sleep for a little, you're looking tired."

Tony scoffed. "Fuck. Off, Cap."

This struck something in Steve. Raising his voice, he hissed out, "Tony, I'm trying to help you! You lock yourself in your lab, bury yourself in work, ignoring the human need to sleep, eat, and breath a little, all while stuffing down your emotions. It's sad and pathetic."

"Ooooooooooo," Clint and Sam sang out in the background, but Tony barley heard them. "This gon' be juicy," Sam whispered to Clint, grinning playfully.

"I'M PATHETIC? You know what's pathetic, Steve? BEING IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE WHO'S 90 SOMETHING YEARS OLD. THE ONLY ACTION YOU EVER GOT WAS FROM A WOMEN WHO IS NOW PRACTICALLY DUST!" Tony thundered.

"Take. That. Back. Now," Steve says threateningly.

In the back of Tony's head, he did feel bad about what he said. He knew he  crossed the line miles back, but he was experiencing a lot of emotions that day. Rage, fear, panic, sadness, worry, regret. He didn't have time for this right now.

"Acually, I think I'm good."

Natasha and Bruce instantly started yelled and ran to restrain the two.

Steve lost control of his body and mind. "FUCK YOU!" He screamed as he grabbed Tony's shoulder roughly, pulling his fist back, ready to pound his fist into Tony's face-

Except, he didn't. No, instead, he heard something. A whimper.

"GO AHEAD! PUNCH ME! YOU FUCKING COWARD-" Then, everyone heard it. Soft crying.

All of the Avengers froze, heads snapping towards Peter's table.

Peter was sitting up, hands clasped over his ears in a death grip, tears streaming down his face.