Mr. Stark, I'm not okay

1.) Fire and a liar

The sound of the building crashing down on Peter was familiar. Soon he would get buried in cement and big blocks of stone. Peter closed his eyes and waited for it to happen. Right on time, he felt a pipe hit his knee, so he fell to the ground. The roof came crashing down on him and buried Peter in dust and stone and metal pipes. It was dark in the tiny space Peter laid in. It was burning hot and for every breath he took, he felt the oxygen running out. This was how he was going to die, suffocating in a building that nobody knew he was in. The panic was overwhelming, and he started to scream. Scream for help, for somebody to know that he was in here, about to die. Nobody answered. When he finally realized that nobody was coming to help him he forced himself to breathe slowly. Peter had to find a way to get out of here. He saw a faint light in a  small opening beside a rock. Carefully he pushed the rock to see if it would budge. It did. Peter crawled toward it, careful not to accidentally push something that would make the roof crash down on him and kill him.  Little by little the rock started to move and Peter felt a little flame of hope light up inside of him. The rock left a small hole, big enough for Peter to crawl out of to free himself. He poked his head out, filling his lungs with new air. He could finally breathe for real, and he felt hopeful. He was going to be okay. He dragged his upper body out through the hole and kicked around with his legs to help himself. Big mistake. He heard the roof falling before he felt the weight of it on his back. It was going to break any second, leaving him to die helplessly. Any second now...

Peter woke up hyperventilating, with sweat dripping down his face. His ears were ringing and he wondered what had woken him up. Usually, his nightmare ended in a much more... not so happy way. At least Aunt May wasn't home. She had left early this morning and had checked on Peter. He had pretended that he was asleep. Maybe she had seen through his bluff because she had stood in the door opening for so long that Peter eventually fell asleep. Sleeping was something that he tended to avoid ever since homecoming. Peter got distracted by a sound, it was beeping in a very high pitched sound and it was loud. Even somebody with normal senses thought that the sound was loud, but for Peter, the sound was unbearable. He also smelled something. It was very strong and stung his nose.
  Then the realized what was happening. "Oh shit!" he said to himself as he flew up from his bed and ran into the living room, trying to localize the fire source. It came from the kitchen, but the smoke was so thick that he couldn't see a thing. Peter fumbled with his phone as he tried to dial the number 911. The operator had a hard time understanding him since his voice was shaking due to the adrenaline coursing through his veins. The firemen would come in around 5 minutes. Peter ran into his room, realizing that all he had on was an oversized t-shirt with a cartoon of ironman. He hurried to put on some pants and reached out for the nearest sweatshirt that laid on his desk chair without thinking. He took a small backpack and threw in some of his stuff and some, hrmm...important papers. He opened his window and was just about to swing away from the burning apartment complex when he realized something. His suit was in the apartment. Sure, he knew that Mr Stark wouldn't hesitate to make him a new, but that could take a few days and that suit was one of the only things that kept him sane. He rushed back and grabbed it, dragging his hood over his head before swinging to the roof of the other house opposite to his house.
 
He looked back at the small apartment complex. Grey smoke was welling out of the open windows and a strong smell hurt his sensitive nostrils. Peter looked down on the street. A few people had gathered below, looking up at the burning apartment. More and more people were gathering, everyone searching for a person stuck up there. Thankfully it was late in the morning, it was around 10 o clock and almost everyone living in the building was either at work or school. Peters school had closed though, due to the teachers being in meetings all day long. 

 Then it happened. A young woman, no older than 20 years old screamed as she pointed up to a window on the 5th floor. An old man stood there screaming for help and banging on the window. Peter quickly changed into his suit and swung to the other side of the street. He climbed down a few stories until he was on the 5th floor. "Look, its spiderman!" a child shouted from the street. Peter smiled a little under the mask, it was fun being recognised. He climbed sideways until he reached the window where the man stood. "SIR, SIR!" he screamed, trying to get the old mans attention, but the fire alarm was too loud for any one of them to hear the other one. Instead, Peter made a little hand gesture that meant for the old man to take a step back. The old man did as he was told, and Peter kicked through the glass. A loud shattering sound when the glass broke was heard, and a big piece of it stuck in Peters leg, where he had been sloppy, not making sure that the suit covered him everywhere. A sharp pain went through his leg, making him totally paralyzed for a second before he snapped out of it. The old man stood in the grey smoke, stunned and in shock. Peter was able to lift the small man, with no extra effort. "Hey man," Peter said. The old man just whined as Peter swung both of them out of the window and onto the street. The firemen had just come and they ran into the burning building. The sirenes hurt Peters ears and made them ring loudly. A couple of people who apparently knew the man and a paramedic showed the old man to an ambulance. Peter swung up onto the rooftop of the opposite building where he had left his stuff and once again changed into the pants and the grey sweatshirt that he had taken in the rush. It wasn't until Peter had to put on the loose pants that he realised that the big piece of glass still was stuck in his leg. The adrenaline had made sure that Peter didn't feel the glass, but now when he noticed it, It hurt like hell and his whole leg pounded with the beat of his heart. Just a little blood had stained the otherwise clear glass, and some of it had sipped out, running down his leg. He decided to leave that pantleg rolled up and take care of it later. Then he took the stairs down to the street and blended into the mass of people, whilst calling Aunt May. 
"Hey, Peter, whatsup? Has something happened?" she picked up after only two tones."Yea actually, um, there's been a fire" Peter said hesitantly. "A fire!" Aunt May screamed, "Are you hurt?" He looked down at his hurting leg, but he didn't want to worry her.
"No I'm fine" He lied. "I'm coming over, see you in 10," His Aunt said before hanging up.
 
Peter sighed, he knew that his aunt would worry, no matter what he said. He took his backpack and was just about to sit down on a bench when he walked into someone. 
"Oh, I'm so sorry i-" He looked up at the man he had walked into. "Mr Stark!" He exclaimed 
"Hey, kiddo" The billionaire smiled.
"Wha-what, what are you doing here?" Peter asked shocked that his mentor had shown up.
Tony nodded at the suit that Peter had a bag.
"The suit alerted me genius." Tony had fixed his mentees suit so if something out of the ordinary happened, or if the kid got hurt the suit would tell F.R.I.D.A.Y, who would alert him. Ever since homecoming Tony had been extra careful to check on the kid. He knew what had happened and figured that something like that must have been hard on Peter. He really cared about his mentee and he wanted the kid to feel good. Tony had noticed some weight loss and things that usually would get the kid hyped up almost didn't matter anymore, and that worried him. A lot.
 "That gotta hurt," Tony said and looked down at Peter's leg. Peter nodded a little bit.
"come on underoos, let me fix you up," the billionaire said as he gently pushed the kid towards one of the ambulances.

  One of the paramedics tried to take care of Peter, but Tony only pushed him away. He wanted to take care of the kid himself. Tony gently started to bandage the leg, whilst watching Peter. His hair was a big mess, standing up everywhere, and he looked like if he hadn't slept in a month. His eyes were red and he had big bruise-like rings under his eyes and the clothes. God the clothes. He wore some weird stripy pyjama pants and a big, grey sweatshirt. Tony froze when he saw something on the child's sweatshirt sleeve
"Hey, spidey, what's that on your sleeve?" He asked, trying his best not to sound worried. He knew that if the kid heard the worry in Tony's voice he would lie. Peter froze as well, panicking for a few seconds, looking down at his sleeve. There a huge dried bloodstain had formed. 
"uuhhhhhh," Peter said, trying to come up with a believable excuse. He could feel Tonys stare gazing at him, while he tried to speak. The air became thicker at harder to breathe, and Peter made sure not to look in his mentor's eyes. "uh, its nothing Sir" Peter said while looking down at his sleeve. Tony looked at the kid in disbelief. He only called Tony sir when he was lying, and the billionaire knew that. "Peter," he said, in a low voice. There was a sharpness in his voice that Peter never had heard before and it made him feel uneasy. He looked down once again, knowing that if he made eye contact with the man he would be busted.
 "Hey, boys" May's voice cut through the awkward mood. Peter had never been happier to see his aunt. He breathed out, thankful that she had come in the right time, and wiped some sweat off his forehead, with his other sleeve. "Omg, Peter, you are hurt!"  May said when she saw her nephew's bloody leg. "Don't worry, I'm fixing him up real good," Tony said,  putting on the last piece of bandage needed. May nodded distraughtly, walking away from the ambulance to check the damage on the apartment. "This isn't over yet," The billionaire said to his mentee, before leaving him at the ambulance and joining May.  Peter Sighed. Everything that he had done to hide it these last few months, almost gone just because he had to pick the wrong sweatshirt. 

You suck, you ugly fat idiot, you suck. He thought to himself as he carefully tried to stand on his leg. It worked, but it was painful. Peter walked over to his Aunt and mentor. "This is going to take months to build up again" May whined. "My poor wallet, we are gonna have to live at a hotel" she continued, looking at Peter. 
 "Don't worry about it" Tony put his hand on May's shoulder. "You can come and live at the avenger's tower with the rest of us," He said. May looked upon him with big eyes. "Are you sure?" she asked. 
"Of course, the kiddo is practically an avenger already," He said, patting Peter on his head, before leaving the two of them. "I'm just gonna call for a car so we can skedaddle," Tony said, smiling at the boy, whose eyes had lit up by the excitement. Maybe he was fine after all.