Kid, tell me what happened: The Sequel

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For months, the Stark-Rogers family had been planning a small vacation to get away from the busy life that came with being Avengers, especially those as elite as Iron Man, Captain America, and Spiderman. After weeks of constant mission after mission, debriefing, as well as a lack of family time, a very exhausted Steve Rogers proposed that the three of them take some time to just get away from everything, which both husband and son agreed to instantly. 

So it was settled, next week the three were all ready and set for their trip to the Rockies. Peter was probably the most eager for the time away from home as he settled into the backseat decorated in pillows, blankets, snacks, as well as a wide range of activities in the event that boredom should arise. He was strewn across the backseat, humming a tune from his earbuds when out of nowhere, his stomach pricked. His Spidey senses. 

He slowly sat up, inspecting the car’s surroundings when Tony called out from the driver’s seat humming, “Everything okay, kiddo?” 

Peter replied, “I dunno, something sorta feels off.” The teenager shrugged it off, lying back down, thinking that he was being paranoid from the past few months building of stress, fights, and danger. 

His Spidey senses lingered and then rocketed through him. However, that wasn’t the only thing that did son. White-hot pain erupted through Peter’s form as his head smacked into the back of Tony’s seat. Startled, the teenager turned around to find the backseat pushed all the way up, pressing him against the driver’s seat. Peter groaned, lifting his head just to duck it away. 

A large black vehicle rammed into the Stark-Rogers’ car and Peter began to feel dizzy. He strained his ears, trying to hear what his dads were saying, but everything was drowned and warbled. The last thing the fifteen year old remembered was loosely calling for his dads when the black dots that dotted his vision took over, bringing Peter into the darkness. 

His “slumber” wasn’t long-lasting when he felt someone gently shake his shoulder, softly urging, “Pete, honey, you gotta get up.” 

Peter felt his vision slowly clear as he began to wake. The first thing the boy felt was pain all over his small form, as he had begun to process that he was slumped over in an awkward position. He slowly lifted himself up, with the help of Steve who was kneeling in front of him. Steve had concern etched upon his face as he carded Perer’s hair, softly urging the boy to get up. Peter collapsed forward, leaning into Steve’s hold who checked him over for serious injury. “‘m sleepy. Wanna sleep. Don’t feel so good.” 

Steve nodded as he let out a sigh as he mentally declared that Peter would be okay, “I know, but you got to stay awake? Stay right next to me while I get dad, we don’t know if what hit us is still out there.” 

Peter nodded, biting back a yawn as he rubbed his eyes, only then noticing that his right arm was covered in blood. Huh, Peter wondered, when did that happen?

When Steve helped him move, Peter had realized that the car was upside-down. When did that happen?

Moving hurt, so he kept his movements limited as he forced back the tears from the intensity of the aches that continued to pester his small form. He winced, letting out a groan as he moved his blood-drenched hands to his head, trying to reduce the pain in any way possible. 

Steve took notice of it, despite the blood and bruises of his own, carefully scooped his son up and brought him to his side. He consoled Peter who was struggling to stay awake, “Bear, stay awake.” 

Peter nodded against Steve’s side, “Hurts less when I rest my eyes.” 

When he did open his eyes, he immediately felt his heart drop to his chest. He glimpsed his dad and instantly felt sick. Tony’s face was drenched in blood and his unconscious head was dipped back against the headrest. Worry suddenly flooded the boy’s chest as Peter just realized that by his dad being in the driver’s seat, he got the full brunt of the impact.