Burning House

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Peter's PoV

I wake up in a white room that smells like the hospital. I squint at the bright light. I look over and there is a red cast on my arm with some names signed on it. My memory comes back and I remember what happened last night or at least everything before I passed out.

I stretch then run me hands through my hair.

I sit up and lift my shirt up and there was bearly noticeable scar that was somewhat faded from the bullet. But How? I lift my eyebrows. I pull my shirt back down.

"Wait. Why am I in a cats? How am I in a cat shirt?" I think out loud.

"It's mine kid." The familiar voice of Tony Stark laughs. I look over to see him smiling at me.

"I'm sorry last night." I say.

"For one, it wasn't your fault. For two that wasn't last night."

"What?"

"You've been in a coma for a month."

"What?"

"Yeah. We thought you were never going to wake up."

"We?"

"Your friends, the Avengers, and Aunt May."

"Mr. Stark, I'm hungry."

"You've asleep for a month. If I was asleep for a month I think I'd be hungry, too."

"Come on let's get you something to eat."

I get up out of bed. As soon as I stand up Mr. Stark pulls me into a hug. "Oh, this is nice."

We got the kitchen and I got a bunch of 'Oh my God, Peter, thank God your alive' s, 'I'm glad your alive's s and 'yay, your awake' s. I also get tons of hugs.

I sit down and Mr. Stark puts a plate with a Grilled Cheese sandwich on it in front of me. "Thank you Mr. Stark."

"Kid, just call me Tony."

"I'm just trying to be polite."

"Peter can you tell us what happened that night."

I tell them everything that happened except that Y/n and me almost kissed.

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