Alone and Broken

A Little T.L.C

Hi! This is a sneak peak of the next chapter which is reeeeeeaaaaallly long. So ya enjoy.....

By the time Tony had landed at the Tower, Peter had fallen asleep. When he stepped out of the suit, Pepper was there. She was crying as she ran her fingers through Peter's hair, saying how sorry she was. The "family" then went to the med-bay where Bruce was already waiting.

As Tony laid Peter on the bed Bruce began to check his heart, lungs, temperature and took some blood. He then proceeded to hook him to an IV drip of fluids and painkillers. As he rolled up Peter's sleeves he saw the extent of the cuts.

Oh god! I'm so sorry Pete, Bruce thought to himself as he continued to patch up the broken boy.

Tony sat outside the room hoping Peter was okay. After a while Bruce said he could come in. Tony walked in then looked at the boy. He was still asleep, covered by blankets up to his neck, a steady beeping coming from the heart monitor.

Tony then sat by the bed holding Peter's hand, crying. Bruce walked over and spoke, "Tones, he's in pretty bad shape. He's starving, has a fever, and, um," the doctor trailed off. "What, what's wrong?" Everything bad came into Tony's brain. What's wrong with my boy?

Bruce sighed, "Just look Tony," Bruce then proceeded to lower the sheets exposing Peter's cuts. Tony gasped, his eyes watered more and he began crying harder.

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It was the next morning when Peter woke up. At first when he sat up he freaked out, he didn't know where he was and was hooked to machines. Then Bruce walked in, "Hey Pete, how are you?" Peter just lay back down and whispered fine.

He had been hoping no one would find him, that he would just die on the streets and no one would care, now that plan failed.