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peter took in a shuddering breath, dried blood crackling on his stained lips. his breath caught in his throat as he choked on his own saliva, resting his head back and staring blankly at the sky above him. his chest burned with pain as he laid there.

"spiderman, where are you?"

peter blinked at the voice of his mentor echoing through the comms, a sad smile etching its way onto his face.

"m-mr. st-ark?" he could barely talk.

"spiderman, where the hell are you?"

"mr. star-k, h-hi," the teenager whispered out, his mind a swirl of delirium.

"fuck it. FRIDAY, give me the kid's location."

peter let out a pathetic laugh, eyes rolling back into his head. he blinked, trying to focus on the foggy world around him. a puddle of crimson blood pooled beneath his body, leaking from the severe wound in his chest.

snapping in front of his face made him flinched, and he glared blearily towards a red and blue figure in front of him.

"spiderman, say something kid," steve muttered out, slightly shaking the boy. "spiderman, hello?"

peter coughed haphazardly, blood spitting out onto his lips.

"mmm-hi c-ap," he slurred dreamily. "how're you d'ing...?"

"tony, it's bad," steve said as tony landed next to him.

the billionaire stepped out of his suit, stumbling to his knees. he grabbed the teenager's hands in his own, sending icy chills down his spine. he slowly unraveled peter's mask, pulling it gently off his face, letting the boy's sweaty hair fall over his forehead.

"you're going to be okay, all right?" tony assured him. "help is on the way. bruce and helen are going to fix you up real good, okay?"

"mmm'kay," peter giggled. "i's really c-cold, mr. st'rk."

tony immediately shrugged off his sweater, draping it gently over the sixteen year old's body. he smiled sadly as a tear rolled down his cheek, catching in his goatee.

"bruce is almost here, all right kid?"

peter blinked and lolled out a lazy smile. "bruce..." he repeated before frowning. "w-who's bruce?"

tony stalled for a moment, taken aback. he glanced over at steve who looked just as, if not more, confused as him. he looked back down at peter, eyebrows furrowing.

"you know bruce-bruce banner? the hulk? he's one of your uncles, peter," he told the boy worriedly.

peter slightly shook his head. "mmm'nope. i don't rem'ber him," he mumbled.

tony looked up desperately as he heard the familiar roaring of the quinjet, a relieved sigh escaping as it touched down meters away from them. helen and bruce came rushing out with a stretcher, setting it down next to peter's limp body and loading him onto it.

"holy shit," bruce cursed, shaking his head. he and helen started heading back to the jet, "helen, i need two hundred milligrams of morphine stat."

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peter blinked hazily as he awoke, blinding light causing glittering stars to dance across his vision. he sputtered out a weak cough, wincing as it rattled his ribcage.

"i see you're awake."

peter turned his head, eyes widening when he saw thanos sitting on stone steps beside where he lay on the dusty ground. he choked on his words, unable to speak.