5 + 1 {tony and peter}

1.5

five times peter didn't know who had carried him and one time he did

For as long as he lived, Tony would never forget the sound that Peter's skull made when it smashed against the edge of the sidewalk.

CRACK. Thud.

The latter sound came from the unconscious teenager's limp body slamming into the pavement a split second after his head. Everything around them seemed to freeze, as if the universe was holding her breath to wait for Spider-Man to stand back up like he always did. 

"Spider-Man's down!" Rhodey relayed over comms. Like Tony didn't have a live feed of Peter's every move playing in the corner of his HUD.

"Peter!"

Tony was moving before he realized he had even made the decision to do so, desperately trying to suck in a breath as he shot towards the still form of his son- his son- on the pavement. As he flew towards the teen, Tony frantically had FRIDAY call the Iron Legion, not caring that Pepper had no idea he had created way more suits than they had agreed upon (just in case), just needing to know that he would be able to fully focus on Peter even though the fight was nowhere near over. Doom-bots were attacking Midtown and the Avengers had been called in, with Peter joining them as soon as he was able to.

Doing his best to not give in to the panic that was clawing its way up his throat, Tony landed with a clang, almost falling out of the suit as it opened up. He knelt down and tapped his finger to edge of his nanotech glasses, bringing Peter's vitals up on the new display. 

"FRI, what are we looking at?"

"A severe concussion, possible damage to the spine, broken ribs, multiple lacerations, a dislocated knee, deep bruising and Peter is currently unconscious. I would recommend immediate medical attention."

"Fuck. Okay, can I move him?"

"Yes."

"Alright, walk me through it, honey."

As Tony maneuvered the injured boy around so FRIDAY could get a better scan of his injuries, Peter let out a pained whimper and Tony swore his whole chest ached at the sound.

"Sh, bubba, sh, I'm sorry sweetheart, sh," Tony murmured, continuing to move him to FRIDAY's specifications. Unable to help himself, Tony found himself carefully tugging off Peter's mask. Distantly he heard the whooshing sound of the Iron Legion arriving and beginning to take care of business. As the mask came off, Tony felt the panic climb back out of the pit of his stomach and he used everything he could to tamp it down. 

Peter's face was a mess. Both eyes looked to be almost swollen shut from being hit repeatedly and his lip was split open, blood dripping to stain his chin. His dark curls were matted to his scalp with blood as Tony found out when he attempted to run his fingers through Peter's hair in an attempt to comfort the boy. He couldn't see anymore of Peter's injuries, but just the sight of the vigilante's face had Tony struggling not to pass out from panicked hyperventilating. 

Somehow, the rest of the team finished the fight and were choosing to regroup around the father-son duo, Tony noting grimly that Peter was the only one with major injuries. Tony began to calm at the sight of the rest of the team being okay, if a little battered and bruised. He suddenly was aware of the hot tears streaming down his face, and he bowed his head in an attempt to hide the raw emotion from the Avengers. 

"Tones, what do you need? Has he woken up?"

"FRIDAY has a quinjet coming, I'll need a neck brace and a stretcher so we can move him. He hit his head p-pretty hard," Tony was proud that his voice only wavered once, but because Rhodey knew him so well, Tony wasn't surprised when he heard the whirring of his best friend's suit crouching down next to them.