Don't Leave Me Here - Starker

18

The wind had stilled, the noise of the busy city below, now deafened, and he watched Tony fall. The rest of the world had seemingly stopped, as his worst nightmare came true.

But Peter didn't allow himself the hesitatation, diving straight off the ledge, in Tony's direction. He caught him with one web, shooting another to the building just above them.

He was grateful to feel the pull of the older man's weight on the web, just before he hit the ground. While he was trying to ease Tony down, he lost hold of the web, causing him to fall the last few feet onto the sidewalk below.

Peter could hear people screaming, but paid them no mind as on lookers stood by, gathering around Iron Man.

"Everyone needs to step back!" Peter shouted over the chaos.

They did as he asked, giving him a wall between them, and the rest of New York.

"Karen, run vitals." He whispered, his hands trembling as he pried the mask open.

"Heart rate of fifty-two beats per minute, and falling. He's hypotensive, and based on his history, these signs point to possible internal bleeding. Over all, his injuries could prove fatal within the hour." Karen answered.

"Okay- get me an ETA on the med crew. And replace my left web shooter." He breathed, closing Tony's mask.

"Banner is five minutes out, the med team is prepping currently, awaiting his and yours arrival."

"Okay- yeah. We can make it-" Peter mumbled, webbing Tony up, and lifting them both off the ground, back towards the tower.

"Karen, make sure Friday is functioning in the tower, the team will need her and you."

Peter pushed himself as fast and as hard as he could, desperately trying to deliver Tony quickly and safely to the tower. But his dead weight below made it much more difficult than he'd expected.

He could've cried with relief at the sight of the tower. Peter pulled Tony up, carrying him inside the lab, placing him and the suit in its dock, where Friday could assist.

"Friday, run the back up. Get him out of there." Peter huffed impatiently.

Once the suit opened, he wasted no time, pulling Tony from it, and racing towards the medical wing. He was relieved to see the med team waiting for him, with a gurney, as the elevator doors opened.

"Peter!"

Dr. Banner was running towards him, confusion and fear passing over his features.

"I need you to tell me what's happened."

He shook his head quickly, tears brimming his eyes.

"I don't- I don't know. Friday and Karen can help. They're in the room."

He only offered a nod in reply, before walking into Tony's room, Peter trailing behind him.

"I'm sorry, but you cannot come into the sterile field. You'll have to wait out here, and I will update you when I can." Bruce said gently, offering him a sad smile.

Peter nodded, looking through the window at the team of doctors surrounding the unconscious hero. Tears fell freely down his face now, not caring to stop them.

"Please- please let me have been fast enough-" He sobbed, sinking to the floor.

He could feel the anxiety attack before it came on. It chilled his bones, gripped his chest- he felt sick. Carefully, he pulled himself off the floor, stumbling through the elevator doors and back into the lab.