Oops, Wrong Number-- Irondad/Spiderson fanfiction

Chapter 3~~ Hold on kid, I'm almost there

Okay so, there might be a lot of POV switching in this chapter but it will mostly be Peter, Clint and Nat, so sorry if it get's confusing XD- Nyah

Nat's POV

In all my life, I had never, ever seen Clint speak out like that. He was usually fun, mischievous, and playful, but quite introverted and quiet. So that was a side of him I'd never seen before.  I was worried though. As his best-friend, I could see the anxiety in his eyes, the concern in his voice. But I didn't know why.  When he called Tony out with him, I was even more confused, why would he need him? Save a life? What was going on?

Clint's POV

I dragged Tony to his office, practically running down the glistening white corridors of Stark Tower. The sound of our footsteps echoed down the silent corridor eerily, but I only stopped once we had reached the office. 

"Mind telling me what this is about? What do you mean 'save a life'?" Tony questioned, his voice laced with concern. I handed him my phone and got up the kid's contact. 

"I need you to find out the location of this number, urgently. Like now." I said, slightly hyperventilating. Tony looked at me confused. I was growing annoyed, the kid was bleeding out for god's sake. "Just do it, please!" 

Tony plugged in the phone to his computer and asked FRIDAY to track it. A map appeared on screen with a glowing red dot flashing ominously, as if warning me that time was running out. Which it was. Grabbing a post-it-note and pen from the table, I scrawled down the address, and sprinted out of the room. 

"Do you need any of us to come with you?" Tony yelled down the hallway after me. I shouted a no, back to him. 

I ran all the way up to where the Quinjet was perched on the top of the tower, and threw myself into the cockpit. It turns out, I didn't even need to write the address down, because FRIDAY automatically lifted the Jet off the ground and started the flight to Hell's Kitchen.

Hold on kid, I'm almost there.

Peters POV

It seems no-one is coming to get me. When I die, someone take care of May for me... I started to drift off, heavy eyes closing, when I heard another PING of my phone. I weakly glanced down, and read the text. Not bothering to respond.

???

I'm almost there kid, hold on a little longer. 

I smiled to myself, maybe, just maybe, I would be okay. I was happily thinking about that, when a saw a spider crawl up the wall in front of me. A thought clicked into my head, shoot, I thought, I'm still in my Spiderman suit! They'll know my identity! 

But for once in my life, I really didn't care.

The silence of the alley was suddenly disturbed when a loud, engine like roar filled the air. I would have covered my ears, but  didn't have the strength. Just as I felt the darkness closing in, I saw a figure standing in front of me, speaking, though it was muffled. I closed my eyes, as a pair of sturdy arms wrapped around my torso, and lifted me up, out of the alley. And then, I fell unconscious. 

A/N sorry this is a short chapter, i thought that i should start the next chapter with Clint's POV when he finds Peter in the alley 

-Nyah :)