𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝙾𝚏 𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛

Stabbed

Description: Peter get
stabbed, duh. Iron dad-spider son
Trigger warning: mentions of blood and sweating. I'm winging it so maybe gruesome?
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The day was more or less okay in Peter's opinion. The day was uneventful. His leg bounced up and down impatiently, ready to leave.

Today him and mr. Stark were training at the tower. He couldn't contain his excitement. He went to an alley way to change his clothes.

The red hero began swinging across the city of queens. He stopped abrubtly, when he heard a loud crash coming from an alley way.

Thanks to his hightened senses, he knew exactly where to go. He looked down, seeing a small boy getting attacket by 2 men.

He glanced at the men in black, anticipating wether or not to interrupt. He bit the inised of his cheeks, taking a gulp of air.

He did a flip, landing square on his feet, smirking.'this should be a peice of cake'

"Pick on someone your own size" His smirk, not visible under the mask and use of tone made the man inraged.

"why don't you fuck off you stupid insect" The man with dull green eyes attacked him with nothing but his fist. Spider man dodged it with ease, grinning like a cheshire cat

. He glued him to the wall with webbing, not before webbing his mouth shut.

"Jeez someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed" Spider man mumbled, unfazed by the anger blaring through the other mans eyes, unaware of the four other eyes.

The third man began yelling incorehent profanities at Peter. Peter instantly glued his mouth shut pinning him next to his friend rolling his eyes.

"That's better.." The hero looked back at the small boy, who's eyes were as wide as saucers.

"Thank you spider man!" Peter smiled at another job well done, applauding himslef at taking care of the situation with ease.

'wait, somethings not right' his spidey sense were going haywire. It was chaos. they screamed danger. finching at the contact coming from his side, he looked into death like brown eyes.

Leading into a maze of nothingness. He webbed him a mere second later.

He looked once again at the boys eyes and motioned him to leave. He picked up his back pack from the cold gravel and placd on his back.

The pain subsided for a few seconds but quickly became unbereable. He noticed a pack of tissues fall from the back pack and picked them up.

Peter changed into his civillian clothes, stuffing the red suit in his own bag. He clenched his teethe at the amount of blood he was losing.

His pain tolerance was normally high, but because of his lack of nutrients, his extrodanly fast metabolism was not doing its job.

'Well thats just fucking awesome' He attempted to clean his wound with the pack of tissues and made a sort of blockade to prevent the blood from seeping through hs clothes.

Mr stark can not know. It should be the last of his worries.

Througout his whole walk to the tower waas filled with pain and lame exuses to tell Tony. Unluckly for him he was a horrible liar, so he doubted Stark would belive his exuse.

He stepped inside the elevator, telling friday to take him to the billionaires penthouse. He stepped into the living area, it being bigger then his entire apparment.

He went down the flight of stairs, avoiding the elevator after he spotted The Pepper potts.

Peter is familliar with the training room therfore he managed to get there with no trouble. Tony looked him up and down, leading him to a specific area, leaving Peter unscathed. for now.

" Hey kid how was school" Mr stark chirped tired of the silence, as enthisiastically as he possibly could. Don't get him wrong, he loves Peter, but today was one of the days when he didmt get nearly en

ough sleep as he shoudve. He downed 5 cups of coffee trying to keep himslef awake for the sake of Peter.

" You see Mr Stark, i'm not exactly up to training, could we maybe work on something else" Peter said lamley.

The older Stark furrowed his brows in confusing, pursing his lips. Just earlier today he received a call from Peter exclaiming how excited he was.

"Well why not" He crossed his arms and stared at Peter, demanding for an explanation. It was easy to tell when Peter was nervous because he always bit his lips, a habit he aquired a year ago.

" Well uh-"

" You and your exuses Pete, come on. " He gently grabbed Peters shoulder pulling him towards him. Peter visibly flinched at the action, clutching his stomach, leaving Tony even more confused.

He scanned his body for the second time, removing Peter's hand from his stomach. He looked at his hands, seeing fresh sticky blood. Tony looked at Peters cringey science pun t shirt seeing a big blotch of red.
 
"Blood, what- Pet.." He was cut off by a sputtering Peter, making up yet another lame exuse.

"You know what? My stomachs hurting, i'll be right b-" Tony clutched his hand not letting Peter moving any further.

"Absolutley not. What the hell happened?!" Tony never ever let anyone see him vulnerable. He was supposed to be the emotionless billionaire. Exept unknown to everyone, there was only one person he's let loose asround. Peter.

He absolutley hated him seeing him like this. He always vowed to protect him, but it was espicially hard when Peter was this moody teenager wanting to save everyone.

Peter sighed making no attempt to lie any longer. He was horrible at it anyway.

" I may or may not have been stabbed.." Peter said nervously not meeting the worried eyes of his mentor. He looked more worried then angry.

Tony rubbed his temples, looking at Peter.

"I'm sorry I dissa-" Peter felt super guilty. I mean like it wasnt his fault someone took pride into stabbing.

" Do not even finish that sentence. You are'nt dissapointing me. But it's getting exeedingly hard to look after you Peter. You can't just go around and be a reckless -"

"I'm not recless Mr stark, but i'm just-"

"No buts okay? I care about you more than i would like to admit it.  Youre still a kid, and i can't let you die. Huh, what if you got killed? Ypur aunt would murder me!"

"I'm not a kid Mr Stark!"

"That's not the point Peter! I can't let you die! okay?! I would never forgive myself" Tony sighed clamping his eyes shut, running his hands in his hair.

"Just please promise me to be careful" His eyes were basically pleading Peter.

"Okay, I'm really sorry mr stark. I'll try to be more careful, and have Karen call you. If that makes you feel better.." He was getting drowsy from the loss of blood, practically prying his eyes open.

"Thank you underoos. Now lets get you to med bay" He picked peter up, carrying him in his arms, his weight paying him no mind.

He felt almost reliefed because of the ressuarance. He cared about this kid so much.

"Sorry about your shit Mr stark" Peters eyes were fluttering close. He curled up into Tony's chests, the heat radiating off him.

" Not a problem kiddo. And it's Tony"

Peter chuckled, burrying his nose in the nook of his neck. He fell into a deep slumber, Tony, running as fast as he could to med bay.

'You will be okay, I promise' Tony whispered in his ear placing him on the bed.

"I'm here" he enclosed his hands around his wrist, staying there the whole night.
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I'm still editing it but hope you enjoy either way. I had fun writing this one. Comment and vote! Have a wonderful day/night
Byes~
Spidey out 💓🕷