Iron Dad Spider Son

Sick part 1

Heyyy! I've decided not to over stress myself with daily updates! I'm gonna focus on school and update whenever I can. I apologize and I hope you understand. Thanks!!

"Guys. Guess what." Peter said running up to MJ and Ned.
"What?" Ned asked.
"Yesterday, Steve was driving me to the mall and some cop pulled him over, and.....

Some cop had just pulled over the captain America. 
"Uhhh... Hey can-- can I see a licence?" The cop stuttered.
"...No." Steve replied as he never bothered to get one.
"How long have you... drive... no licence... illegal??!!" The cop said, flustered.
Steve slowly started driving away.
"Since... world... war... two..." Steve imitated the cop.

... and I tried really hard not to laugh but the cops face was priceless." Peter explained. 

"Wow. He's beaten the system once again." MJ said monotone, flipping a page in her book.

--time skip to after school--

"May! I'm home!" Peter called as he put his bag down. No answer.
"May?" Peter shouted. No answer. Peter looked on the dining table and saw a note.

"Went to go meet someone, there's some food in the fridge if you want something.

Oh.... Okay...

Peter went upstairs and started his homework.

--time skip--

Peter's phone rang. He looked at the Caller ID
"Dad"
"Hey Dad what's up?" Peter asked.
"Uhh-- *gunshot* I need you here-- *clang* FRIDAY send location to Karen!" Then the call ended.

"What?! Oh okay. As spiderman? No duh Peter there was a gun shot.  Okay." Peter talked to himself. He grabbed his suit and put it on. 

"Hello Peter, Boss has sent his location, would you like me to take you to him?" Karen greeted.

"Yes please. Fastest way possible."

"Of course Peter. Follow the highlighted route."

Peter arrived at a fight scenes with Steve, Nat, Clint, Tony all looking beaten yet still fighting.

"Woahhhhh-- what's going on guys?!" Peter asked webbing up a weird alien robot looking thing.

"Uhh--- *throws sheild* just take down the robot things." Steve explained.

"Okay! Sounds good!" Peter shouted as he webbed up another one.

After about 20 minutes a fimmiliar metal clink was heard.

"DAD?" Peter called, not looking back at him, and fighting 3 robot things at once. No answer.

"DAD?!!!" Peter called louder. Still no answer. Peter webbed up the 3 and ran over to the Iron man suit on the floor.

"DAD? Oh no no no. Okay Friday check his vitals." Peter took a deep breath.

"I recommend you send him to Bruce and Strange." FRIDAY reports.

"Okay, okay. Send 342 to Bruce." Peter's senses flew by he needed to make sure his dad was okay. He felt a sharp pain through his leg and bit his lips to stop from screaming.

"Hey. Everything alright?" Nat asked walking up to him, after seeing the Iron man suit go back. Peter quickly hid his wound and nodded.

"Just sending him back to Bruce and Strange." Peter smiled. Nat nodded.

"We're almost done here. Come on." Nat responded and turned and ran to another robot.

Peter looked at his leg and saw a bullet hole... that was glowing? It hurt. A lot. He patched it up with webbing, putting pressure and covering the wound. He pressed his watch which gave him a brand new suit. It hurt, but he ran to a group of robots and stuck them together. 

The fight was over in less then 10 more minutes.

"Let's head on back." Clint suggested, walking into the Quinjet. Everyone agreed and they got on the Quinjet. Peter sat on the couch and leaned his head on Nat. He was getting light headed.

"You Alright? You seem a little quiet." Steve observed.

"I'm fine." Peter mumbled and winced as the wound stung.

"Why is your leg glowing?" Clint asked. 

Peter looked down. The glowing had spread and the webbing didn't cover it anymore. He sighed. No point in hiding it anymore...

Peter pressed the spider and the suit came off, leaving him in his boxers. He ripped off the webbing and there was simply a lot off blood, a bullet hole, on a glowing leg.

"Peter! Oh my God are you okay?" Nat screamed. Peter gave a tired nod and closed his eyes.

"Hey, hey buddy, are you okay?" Clint asked. Peter stayed silent for a moment then he suddenly got a burst of energy and stood up straight. 

"Yeah, I'm fine. I can take care of it. I'll ask Bruce to help me when we get back. I promise. Just let me take care of it. You know dad will just freak out and nothing will work." Peter smiled. "It doesn't even hurt that badly." Lies.

"Okay buddy. You take care of it and let me know okay?" Nat smiled kindly and ruffled his hair. Peter nodded and smiled back and put his suit back on.

--time skip--

Peter's had looked in the tower but couldn't find Bruce. No one, even through literally EVERYONE was at the tower knew where he was. So he had to ask his dad."Hey Dad......." Peter slowly poked his head through the door.

"Yeah?" Tony asked, looking up from his Stark pad from the med Bay bed.

"So... your okay and everything?" Peter asked, avoiding the subject.

"Yeah, just a small hit. Thanks though." Tony replied.

"Do you... happen to know where Bruce is?" Peter's voice went like 5 octaves higher.

"I'm right here, I was just making sure Tony was really okay. Turns out if he didn't have his suit on, it would start glowing and eventually posion you to death." Bruce explained putting away some things.

"WHAT." Peter screamed. "So like it'll be purple and glowy and the glowiness will spread and it'll kill you?"

"Uh-- yeah basically... how'd you know?" Tony asked. Peter gave a nervous chuckle.

"Ohhhhh wild guess. Bruce do you mind coming over here I wanna show you something." Peter smiled.

Tony gave a 'what, I don't get to see?' Look and Peter shrugged.
Bruce walked over and looked at Peter. He was wearing a white t-shirt and short jeans. Which showed the blood, bullet hole, and glowiness.

"HOLY COW OH MY GOD PETER WHAT HAPPEND!" Bruce shouted.

"Shhhhhhh Shhhhhhh I don't wanna tell dad. Cuz he gets all freaked out and over protective and... and he'll... never mind. Peter whispered. 

"Hey guys what's going on there? You two okay?" Tony called.

"WE'RE FINE!" Peter answered.  "Look you just need to fix this before dad notices."

"I don't think I can--"

"Please?"

"I'll try."

"I don't feel so good..." (yes. I did that)

THUD

"What was that?" Tony asked stepping outside. "OH MY GOD PETER?!"