The Road to Recovery

Hope-ish

Tony landed the jet in a park. Hurrying down the street, he followed the directions Friday gave him through an earpiece. When he finally came to the door, he pushed through without hesitation. A young man looked up at Tony and pointed to the entrance to a back room. Apparently they were expecting him.

When Tony walked through the doorway, his breath hitched at sight of his kid. Peter laid on a couch wrapped in blankets, but he was still shivering. That can't be good, he thought. Tony quietly made his way to Peter and knelt beside him. "Kid."

Peter's eyes opened weakly, shining with fear. Tony knew that Beck must've fed him more lies while in his grasp. "I swear kid, it's really me. Do you remember when we were coming home from the press conference, and were talking about how you were bullied? And when we arrived on our floor Sam was there, and then Bucky came, and I was just so bewildered. Why was everyone on our floor?" Tony kept rambling about some of their favorite past memories until most of fear melted from Peter's eyes.

"You're here..." Peter rasped, relief flooding his voice. He faintly reached out to Tony, who grasped his hand reassuredly.

"Yeah Pete," Tony replied, eyes filling with tears, "I'm here, and I'm never leaving. But listen, you're not safe yet. I have the jet-"

"No!" Tony was cut off as Peter recoiled away. "No, no, no!"

"Peter, I-I don't understand. I though you were fine with planes." Tony wondered aloud.

Peter humbly shook his head as he cried, "Parents....plane crash..." Tony easily put two and two together, since he knew the kid's parents had died. "Oh gods. Pete, I never knew, you should've told me. I didn't think anything would be wrong, you were fine traveling to Germany..." Tony trailed off at the end. "Kid listen, I know you're scared but this is the only way. I'll be with you the entire time, you will be safe. Trust me. Please."

Peter didn't answer for a long time, staring at Tony. Finally he nodded, so small Tony almost missed it, but it was there. "Ok...Ok, I'm going to pick you up ok? There might be some pain." Tony wrapped one arm around the kid's back and the other under his knees. Peter whimpered in pain as he was picked up by Tony, who staggered slightly. "Let's go home."

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Peter had passed out halfway through the trip. Tony had called in for a medical team on stand by. Once the ramp lowered after they landed, four medics rushed on, immediately taking Peter into their care. Tony now sat in the waiting room, staring at the floor. He had been there for the past seven hours, awaiting the news on his son. Eventually Dr. Cho came out. "Mr. Stark?"

Tony's head whipped around, as he stood, "How is he?"

Cho's face was grim, "Do you want the good news, the bad news, or the really bad news?"

"Bad news I guess." He replied, face solemn.

"He's severely malnourished, there's scarring on his back as well as his leg, and his vocal chord's were very damaged, most likely cause by any screaming. He needs to rest them for a long time." Dr. Cho stated.

"And the really bad news?" Tony asked warily.

"The electrocution he went through caused many problems with his heart. I would suggest putting him on meds but because of his enhanced metabolism-"

"Bruce and I will make something that will work for him." Tony said, already thinking.

Helen nodded before continuing, "There will no doubt be immense physchological damage, I suggest having a therapist come as soon as he can talk again. Finally, his leg wound was severely infected. The infection made it's way into his bloodstream..."

Tony glanced at her, "What are you saying?"

"Peter has developed sepsis. We have however, started him on the proper medication and are optimistic for a good recovery. That brings me to our good news; he's stable, and will most likely fully heal with enough time and proper care." Helen finished.

Tony nodded, absorbing all the information. "Thank you...Can I-can I see him now?"

"Of course."

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Authors note:
Life's been....I'm sorry I didn't publish last weekend 😢. Also, I did my best on the medical stuff, but I'm not a doctor, please don't hate. Thanks for the reads.
Lots of love,
Siri