Tickle stories - Marvel (One Shots)

Just stop moving kid (Tony x Peter)

Peter got hurt pretty often, what with being a superhero and all. High hospital bills and painful wounds were an occupational hazard that simply came with the job. But this evening-this injury-was different.

Tony had been dicing tomatoes in the kitchen when he got the ping from FRIDAY-an alert triggered by the vitals monitor in Peter's suit. It was the kind of thing he'd come up with and installed but hoped would never be required. But Peter, being Peter, meant the utilization of the sensor far more often than to Stark's liking.

"What did he do this time, FRIDAY?" Stark sighed, twirling the knife through the air. "Swallow a bomb? Pound seven Monster energy drinks in under a minute?"

"Peter Parker has been stabbed in the abdomen," FRIDAY replied. "He's losing blood fast and needs immediate medical attention."

The knife dropped from Tony's hand and clattered against the granite countertop, his playful attitude disintegrating in an instant. He was suited up in seconds, heart hammering in his ears, a line of sweat breaking along his brow. "W-where is he? How fast can I get to him?"

"Creating a flight path now."

He was barely conscious when Stark arrived. He'd been gutted by some psycho, who was stuck to the wall in front of Peter beneath a large glob of webbing, the bloody dagger still gripped in his fist. Tony dropped to the asphalt and rushed to Spider-Man's aid, lifting his head up with a hand under his chin. "Kid? Kid, are you okay? It's Tony. Can you hear me?"

The eye lenses on his mask fluttered open sluggishly. It took a moment for his vision to focus on the terrified face in front of him. The world spun and his side ached. His voice came out weak and coarse, like he'd been gargling gravel. "Mis'r Stark...?" he murmured, whimpering quietly and gripping his wound tighter. From the ribcage down, Peter's suit was soaked in blood.

"I got you," Tony assured him, breathless with fear, sliding one arm under his knees and another around his back. "You're gonna be fine, okay?"

Peter simply groaned in response. Once the kid was tucked safely against his chest, Stark blasted off the ground and soared above the skyline.

Tony had alerted Dr. Cho to prepare her tissue-building device for an emergency procedure. By the time Iron Man was standing outside of her office with the injured kid in tow, the machine was ready for him. The doctor and her team carted him away, and Stark was forced to wait in the lobby.

It was two hours before he got any news. Two hours of pacing, worrying, biting his nails. When the doors finally creaked open, Tony flew to his feet.

"Is everything okay? What happened? How is he?"

The young nurse smiled fondly upon the concerned billionaire, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Everything is fine, Mr. Stark. The boy was given a blood transfusion and fluids, and he is in the final stages of the tissue repairing operation. His insides are fully healed; all that's left is the epidermis."

Tony allowed himself to breathe for the first time in what felt like days. He laid a hand over his chest and bowed his head. "Oh, thank God. I thought...I was so afraid that..." He combed his fingers through his hair, puffing out his cheeks. "Thank you. All of you."

"Of course," the nurse said cheerfully. Then he wrinkled his nose. "Although, I have to tell you: we are having a bit of trouble completing these last layers of operation."

Stark clenched his jaw. "Why? What's wrong?"

"There's no need to be alarmed," the nurse insisted. "Peter is fine, I promise you. The only problem is that Mr. Parker is awake now, and we can't seem to get him to stay still enough for the device to heal his skin correctly."