lacuna || Peter Parker (Spider-Man: Homecoming)

07

". . . but he'll be OK, Mr. Stark." Was the first thing Peter heard when he woke up next.

The pain was more evident now, especially in his right thigh, where he had been shot. He scrunched his already closed eyes, trying to rid them from the dryness that he felt even under the closed eyelids.

"Three weeks?" Tony replied, astounded. "Three we-! There's no way Peter would want to be in here for three weeks!" Peter winced at the volume of Tony's incredulousness.

"It is the only way he will heal properly. He lost a lot of blood, and he is very lucky that he is even alive, let alone recovering. Most people would die from that much injury, or at least be in a coma for many years." The doctor was saying in a thick, African accent. He heard a deep and irritated sigh from Stark.

"Yeah, well Peter isn't 'most people'!" He exclaimed.

Peter opened his eyes, and thankfully the room was still very dark. Even the smallest slit of light that came through the gap in the curtains made his eyes ache when he looked at it.

"You still haven't explained to me WHY he isn't 'most people' and I don't expect you will." Doc said, in a very prompting way.

"Nope." Tony said simply. The doctor sighed. "I need to take him to my facility."

"What? Are you crazy?"

"Probably." The billionaire said. "We can take care of him better there, we have the resources to help him. He'll get better faster."

The doctor didn't seem to have an argument to that. Peter heard a few supressed noises of protest, before a tired sigh.

"We can let you take him, but we need regular updates on his condition. I presume you have qualified doctors and surgeons if he goes into cardiac arrest."

"Yes, but I don't see why that would be necessary – you said he was ok, as in, not in for any more heart failures." Tony said, concerned.

"Yes, well there's always a risk, no matter how small. And moving him from place to place might put a bit more pressure on his lungs and other vital organs."

"I . . . I'm O-OK." Peter rasped, and was pleased to find that he could talk now. The tube that was keeping him alive was gone – which meant he was able to survive on his own. He felt his leg ping painfully.

"Peter!" Tony rushed to the bedside, relief evident all over him. The doctor surveyed, almost seeming disappointed.

"You're awake, good." Doc said grimly. "Mr Stark, I recommend keeping him here for another hour or so – the police are coming to question him on the events that occurred and who was involved."

"What? No, I'm not gonna allow the police to interrogate him. Yet." Tony added when he saw the look on Doc's face. "He's too hurt."

"They're coming now. Nothing you can do." 

Tony turned and glared at Peter sarcastically, in a way to say; 'I'm sorry, this guy is a prickly-ass baboon'. Or something along the lines of that.

True to his words, the police and even two members of the FBI arrived, much to Peter's shock. Tony watched, as the five officers gathered around the bed. One man and one woman seemed to be the ones that were asking the questions, and the other three were recording what Peter said. More specifically, two men had notebooks and were frantically writing down word-for-word what Peter mumbled, and the other woman was holding a small, recording device to Peter's head.

Peter just lay there, wringing his hands nervously. He couldn't answer the majority of the questions that were asked – he had been too out of it to understand anything of the situation he had been in. Or rather, for some of the questions, he didn't want to answer. Like the; 'why do you think they were targeting you?' questions and the; 'who was involved?' questions. He knew answering the questions honestly would only cause more pain and trouble to come his AND Tony's way.