Dedicated to the amazing @loubuttons on Tumblr. I'm very sorry you were so sad, my dude, and I hope this helps at least a little bit <3
And I hope the rest of you enjoy as well! Thanks for all the support guys and I hope you enjoy my story! :)
EDIT (Jan 2020): Peter is Tony's biological child in this fic and calls Tony "Daddy" ONCE because he is only 14-years-old, in pain and scared. This is not meant to be read as St*rker, sexual or ANYTHING OTHER THAN PLATONIC. Thank you.
NEW 2020 EDIT: THIS IS NOT STARKER.
NEW EDIT: Since you all can't read apparently, if I get one more comment about how "dirty" it sounds or how "gross" it is that Peter calls Tony "Daddy" once while his arm is literally snapped in half, he's a CHILD and in pain and scared, I'm deleting this entire fic.
**TRIGGER WARNING FOR GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF INJURIES**
Disclaimer: I do not own Spider-Man or any related materials.
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The second Peter didn't feel the counter top below him, he knew he was going down.
The kitchen floor rushes to greet him, his scream of terror getting lodged in his throat as he flails, trying in vain to grab onto the refrigerator. He sails in the air for a second, just long enough that he knows the impact is going to hurt, before he slams into the ground.
His left arm, the first thing to hit the tile, snaps with a sickening crunch as his entire body weight slams down.
Peter lays there, sucking in air as his whole being thumps with pain. Sitting up with his right hand, the boy can't stop the sob that bubbles up.
His left arm is almost completely bent in half.
His wrist is twisted, his hand turning a steady shade of purple-blue and Peter lets out a small whimper as he shifts a little. Slowly, he stands up, using the counter as leverage as he cradles his obviously broken hand closer to his chest.
"F-Friday?" He calls out, his voice watery.
"Yes, Peter?" The A.I responds immediately and Peter chokes on another sob.
"Where's Dad?"
Hissing as his body throbs, Peter starts to make his way to the elevator. The room spins a little and he has to stop, resting his un-injured hand on the wall and leaning against it, gasping. His vision is blurry with tears.
"Boss is currently out at a meeting. Would you like me to call him for you?"
Letting out a muffled curse, Peter shakes his head, already turning around and going toward the stairs instead. "N-No, I'm fine. Don't bother him."
"I am sensing that you are in pain, Peter. As per the 'Need A Band-aid' Protocal, I'm afraid I cannot allow that. Hold on while I contact him, it should only take a moment."
"No, wait Friday! Don't c-call him, I'm fine!" Raising his right hand up, the 14-year-old lets out a groan as the A.I ignores his pleads.
Letting out a huff, the boy is just about to do the ultimate 'I Told You So' in the history of everything when Tony finally answers on the very last ring, his tone muffled.
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Broken But For A Few Crumbs
FanfictionAll Peter wanted was a cookie from the top shelf. That's it. Now, on top of interrupting Tony in a very important meeting, the boy has a broken hand and a very worried father he has to deal with. Oh, boy is he screwed.
