Spider-Man joins the avengers

Part 47

TONY

As soon as I get free from the web Peter caught me with, I call my suit to me. But I make it slow, not wanting to draw attention to myself.
I step back, further and further, trying to see what's going on on the roof. I go to move my right arm but it's in too much pain. I go to examine it but it's clear it's broken, I grazed it on the fall down against the building and then Peter caught me at an awkward angle, bending it out of place. The pain is intense and at times my eyes glaze over.
I hear Clint talking with the girl and I can hear Peter's sobs and I make my suit come faster. And then the doors bang open and I hear Natasha's muffled voice.
And then I see Iyra holding Peter by the edge of the building and it takes me a moment before realising what is about to happen. My face drains of all colour and I shout out his name.
My suit comes round the corner just as Peter is pushed off the roof and in a split second decision I send the suit to Peter. My helmet fits onto his head as he hits the floor with a sickening thud.
I ignore the pain in my arm and run towards his still body.
'C'mon kid, don't do this to me. You can't do this to me.' I say as I fall to my knees beside him. My hands are shaking as I open the helmet up and see Peter with his eyes shut, blood coming out of his nose and a small bit from his eyes. My breathing gets short as I scan his body, see his legs bent out of shape, arms hurt far more than mine. 'You stupid...you...' I rest my head on his chest and I scream out. 'STEVE!' I shout, looking round to the forest, 'SHURI! Someone, help!'
Bruce is the first to appear and he stops where he is, and runs into the compound, leaving me alone until Clint drops down from the roof and Shuri comes running to my call.
'What hap...' She trails off when she sees Peter's limp body. 'He's not...'
I cradle Peter in my arms and my hands can't stop shaking. He's mine, he's my responsibility. If he dies, it's on me. And he can't die. He can't. I can't lose him.
Bruce comes running out again and before I have time to understand what's happening he's injected Peter with something.
'It's the...first draft.' He pants, 'our test, what we used on Anja.'
'You can help him?' I ask, holding tightly onto Peter's body, manic thoughts running through my head. I'm not even aware of what's happened on the roof, what happens with Iyra.
'If we got to him quick enough...' Shuri says, looking to Bruce, 'we...might.'
'Do it.' I say, 'save him. Don't let him die. You cannot let him die.'
'We'll do what we can, Tony.' Bruce says, doubt running through his voice.
'No, no.' I say, forcefully, 'you can't let him die. He doesn't die.'
'We'll do what we can.' Shuri repeats, looking at me. She holds my gaze for a couple of seconds before drifting down to look at Peter. I see panic in her eyes, fear of losing someone else. In my arms, eyes shut, blood smudged on his face, he's never looked younger. It hits me how young he really is. I close my eyes and rock slowly forward.
The bottom line is that he cannot die. I cannot live with myself if he were to die getting himself into trouble to save me. I cradle his head lightly in my hands before picking him up and following Shuri up to the infirmary where she and Bruce start their work.