Family Secrets

Worrisome

Peter had a fractured pelvis, skull, and shoulder blade, as well as a substantial amount of broken ribs and some road rash down his left side. Bruse had put him asleep and worked with a few of the Avengers' private doctors to reset the pelvis and tend to the rest of the wounds.

The teen woke up a few hours after Bruce had dressed all the wounds and such, feeling thirsty and wanting his mom.

"Mom?" Peter blinked. He felt someone grab his hand and looked up to see a concerned Uncle Sam looking at him.

"Petey, hey, how are you feeling?"

"Thirsty," he rasped. His uncle got his some water and helped him drink from the straw. "Where is everyone? Is Mom okay?"

"Yeah, your mom is fine. A little bruised and scraped up, but bandaged and fine. Your parents are in the situation room with the rest of the family, I said I'd wait for you to wake up."

"What... happened?"

"Peter, you broke your pelvis, skull, shoulder blade, and some ribs. You have some scrapes, too, but they are already starting to heal up," his uncle assured him, speaking as calmly as he could.

"How long am I on bed rest?"

"I'm not sure exactly, but I-"

"Actually," Bruce interrupted from the doorway. "You're okay to move now. You remember those webs you made with the healing properties? Well, we used a laser and some special glue to seal all the fractures, and then we used the webs to hold it all together. You'll be sore, and there is absolutely no way you are leaving this tower in the next week at least, but you're invention, along with those webs, will have you healed up in virtually no time."

Peter smiled and let out the breath he was holding.

"Can I see Mom and Dad now?"

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Peter, Bruce, and Sam made their way up to the situation room, the two older men supporting Peter when he started to get wobbly.

Uncle Bruce was right, Peter thought. I'm stupid sore.

The situation room was a room hidden behind the fireplace in the penthouse, where the Avengers got calls and discussed the course of action when faced with fights. Peter had only seen it once before, when he had stumbled on it playing hide and seek the first week at the Tower, much to Tony's upset. Now, it was kept behind at least 3 different locks and codes, for fear of Peter getting inside and being thrust into dangers bigger than your average city crime.

Sam punched in the first code needed to open the door, then scanned his fingerprints, and then, finally, did a voice recognition pattern.

"It'd be safer to have a DNA test, you know. Finger prints could be lifted and voice activation could be hacked in 2 minutes. I'll show you," Peter interjected, shutting the door quickly and reactivating the locks. He punched in some coding quickly, and the code was bypassed. The fingerprint scanner came up, so Peter took a plastic glove from his Uncle Bruce and pressed it over the scanner. Given the latex, the scanner couldn't pick up a read and instead, rescanned the partial remains of Sam's print. Finally, he punched in some more code and said "Peter 'The Best' Stark". The door opened.

His uncles stared at the boy in front of them, totally in awe.

"Come on," Peter smiled, gesturing to the open door in front of him. He hobbled through; his uncle had been right. He was sore and walking felt totally awful with his hips in the condition they were in.

The family was seated around a large, oval table. The room was all dark wood and silver, the table was glass, and the TV at the front of the room was huge. When they saw Peter, they all grew quiet except for Tony and Pepper who both called for their son.