Spider-Man Oneshots || Peter Parker

Concussion

When Tony's phone goes off in the middle the night, he initially ignores it.

He's seconds away from falling back asleep when it rings for a second time, and Pepper lazily nudges his shoulder as a silent demand to answer it. While Tony groans in response, he picks it up anyway.

"What do you want?"

Tony doesn't bother to look at the caller ID as he presses the phone to his ear but once he hears heart wrenching sobs from the other end of the line, he immediately sits up from the bed, no longer tired. If Pepper notices his sudden burst of energy, she doesn't comment on it.

"Pete, what's wrong?"

Peter seemed to be trying to tell him something, but it was unintelligible through gasps and wails that sounded outright painful.

"Kid, I need you to take a deep breath and tell me what's going on."

Even with the lack of information, Tony knew the situation had to have been dire. No matter how many times in the past Tony had begged Peter to call him when he needed help, the boy had always ignored his pleads.

Peter was one of the most stubborn people he has ever met, he could be shot in the chest and still refuse to reach out. The fact that he had called at all was telling of how bad the injury must be.

Tony was already out of the bedroom and stepping into the iron suit. He quickly tracked Peter's Spiderman suit and found his location in seconds, and that was when Peter finally spoke.

"Mr. Stark, I feel really funny." Tony fought the urge to sigh at that.

"I need a little more details kiddo."

There's a short pause, and Tony assumed Peter was processing his words.

"I feel weird, and my head's all fuzzy and I think- I'm pretty sure I'm bleeding but I don't know where... I feel really funny Mr. Stark, I don't know what's happening."

The tremble in Peter's voice had Tony increasing the speed of his blasters.

"I'm on my way, just stay where you are and I'll be there as soon as possible- can you tell me what you remember."

There was another pause, and this time Tony does sigh.

"I was fighting this bad guy... and I think he did something to me because I got really dizzy and my heart started beating really fast."

The words were slurred together and if Tony didn't know any better he would have assumed that Peter was wasted. He quickly did an internal scan through Friday just to be safe, and found results that suggested there was an unknown substance in his system.

"Did you take any drugs?"

When Peter spoke, he sounded progressively worse.

"I don' do that."

His incredulous tone would have made Tony laugh in any other scenario, and he could practically see his eyebrows knitting together in confusion. This time however, he frowned.

"I know you don't, just humor me for a second. Did anyone give you something that seemed... off?"

"I- I don' remember... Mr. S'ark I think something's happening, I think- I don' know what's happening."

At this point the kid sounds completely wretched, and it was clear that he wasn't going to get any more coherent responses out of him.

"I'm coming, I promise, I'll be there in five minutes."

There was no reply from Peter, and Tony felt his heart rate pick up to an unhealthy rhythm. Still, he tried to be the voice of reason.

"Kid, don't fall asleep okay? I need you to stay alert for me."