Peter Parkour and the fam//oneshots

Strike One

Imagine photoshopping a picture of you and your celebrity crush as a joke but it actually turned out pretty good and you feel like you look cute together but then you remember you're too ugly.... couldn't be me

               Peter was on patrol, like always. It was a pretty slow day. He just swung around for a few hours, helped some people with groceries, got a cat out of a tree, helped a couple of elderly people cross the road, and ate a lot. Peter was on his way home that night, talking to Karen about how annoying his history teacher was. She assigned them work that he knew wasn't important because all of the other history teachers thought she was going a little overboard. Karen interrupted his rant, telling him about a drug deal only a few miles away. Peter swung over quickly and landed behind the group of five. One guy saw him and ran away.
"You know, you really shouldn't do drugs. Ever heard of D.A.R.E?" The other four turned towards him and cursed under their breath. Peter webbed one guy to a wall and started to fight the other three. He punched another guy, he passed out, and then there were only two. One guy picked up a baseball bat and swung at Peter. He dodged.
"Strike one."
"That's not how this works, asshole." He swings again.
"Strike two. One more and you're out." The man growled and was about to swing again, but his 'friend' interrupted.
"I don't have time for this shit." He took something out of his pocket and pointed it at Peter. There was a loud bang and Peter felt like he was pushed back. He looked down at his stomach and saw blood. He covered it with his hand and fell to his knees. He looked up and the two guys were gone, the bat thrown in a pile of trash. Peter moved to lean against a wall.
"Calling, Mr.Stark." Karen's sentence didn't register in Peter's head as he stared at his hand.
"Peter? Are you okay? Shouldn't you be home by now?" The boy didn't answer, but the corner of his mouth lifted at the voice.
"Pete? Talk to me kid?"
"Mr.Stark?" There was a deep sigh on the other end.
"Hey kid. What happened?" Peter put pressure on his stomach and hissed.
"I got shot."
"What?! Who shot you? I'm almost there, kid." Peter went quiet and he looked up at the sky.
"Peter? Peter! If you don't say something, you're grounded." Peter laughs softly, but doesn't give more of an answer. He doesn't know what happens next, but he hears something that sounds like metal land next to him and then someone is running towards him. He blacks out.
—time skip—
The first thing Peter notices when he wakes up is the smell. Wherever he is, it smells like they cleaned it until they ran out of cleaning supplies. The next thing he noticed was the sounds. He heard a heart rate monitor next to him, but that wasn't the only heartbeat he heard. There were two other people in the room with him. One persons heartbeat was slower than the others. And then, he opened his eyes. The room was dark, just a little light coming from the hallway, the door cracked open.
"Pete?" He turned to the voice and saw Tony. Peter gave the man a tired smile and he got one in return.
"Hey, Mr.Stark." He looked around the room and saw May sitting in a chair opposite of Tony, asleep. He sighed and then turned back to the other man.
"Does anything hurt? Are you feeling okay? Do you need anything?" Peter chuckles.
"I'm fine, Mr.Stark. Just a little tired." The man nods and lifts his hand to run through Peter's hair. The teen leans into the touch and closes his eyes.
"Never do that again." Peter's already asleep.

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A/N: this one could have been a lot better, but I'm just bad. I hope you enjoyed and I'll see you, in the next chapter. BUH-BYE!!!
~Grace