Okay, here it is. This one's shorter than the last one, and it might not be as good but here it is anyway. It's roughly edited so if you see any mistakes, comment and let me know and I'll fix it.
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Peter slings his bag over his shoulder and slowly walks out of his Chemistry Class. That was his last class of the day and he wants nothing more than to go home and sleep. Odds are, he’s going to skip patrol tonight if he gets any worse. He had started feeling sick earlier this morning but never said anything.

May is stressed enough as it is, and Peter didn’t want to add to her list of things to worry about. He walks out the front doors and heads home. Usually Ned would walk with him, but he didn’t come to school today. Some kind of family reunion. When he gets home he throws his backpack on the ground next to the door and falls on the couch.

Maybe nothing will happen tonight. Maybe, crime will stop for one night. Long enough for him to sleep and get over whatever this is.

As if planned, the police scanner they keep in the apartment alerts him of a robbery in progress. This is that wonderful Parker Luck that never fails. He stands up with a groan and gets ready for the fight. As soon as he puts his mask on, he’s out the window and on his way. He reaches the jewelry store before the cops do and sees three guys in masks.

One of the men waves a gun back and forth, keeping hostages in place. The other two have an employee at gunpoint, forcing her to put money and jewels in a bag.

Peter swings in through an already broken window, gaining the attention of everyone in the room.

“You’re that Spider Guy, from youtube.” One of the men says in disbelief.

“You can call me Spiderman.” Peter replies hoarsely. The guy must not have heard him and honestly Peter didn’t care. His throat hurt and anytime he spoke it was painful.

“What was that?” Peter just shook his head and moved towards the thieves. He didn't feel good enough for jokes and witty banter.

They moved to defend themselves but Peter was faster than them, even when he’s feeling a little rough. A while later, he leaves them webbed up with a note
for the police and the hostages freed. He swings through Queens in the snow, in a hurry to get home.

At this point, he’s so out of it that he’s barely holding on to his webs. He can feel his hands slipping, but can’t seem to get a grip.

His head aches,

his vision blurs, and then…

He Falls.

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“Boss, You have an incoming call from May Parker.”

FRIDAY’s voice echoes through the speakers. Tony slides out from under the car he was working on, taking a rag and wiping the grease off of his hands.

“Uh, yeah. Put her on FRIDAY.” Tony replies. Seconds later, May’s worried voice comes through.

“Mr. Stark, Is Peter with you? Please tell me he's with you.” She asks in a rushed tone, not even giving him time to say hello.

“No, he should be with you. Why? What’s going on?”

“He was supposed to be home from Patrol an hour ago but he never came home. Sometimes he gets caught up, but he’s never been this late.”

“Alright. I’ll find him. I’ll call and let you know when I do.”

“Thanks Tony.” The line clicks as the call ends. Tony steps over to his computer and sits down at the screen.

“FRIDAY, call Peter Parker.” He calls Peter twice with no answer before deciding something else. “FRIDAY, has the Spiderman Suit been activated?”

“Yes sir.”

“Okay, track him and show vitals.” A map appears on screen with a red beacon directing him to Peter’s location. A list of Peter’s vitals appear in front of him, but FRIDAY announces it anyway.

“Peter’s body temperature is extremely low, and his heart rate has slowed significantly.” By this point, Tony’s already suited up and ready to leave. He makes note of Peter’s location as he moves through Queens. He expects to see the web-head swinging through between buildings, but he’s nowhere to be found.

When he finds the Location that was on his map, he looks around but doesn’t see Peter. He lands on the street with a thud and almost misses it. He almost overlooks the brown haired teen laying against the side of a building.

He’s hidden in the shadows, so Tony hears him before he sees him. He walks over to the kid sitting in the snow, shivering with his eyes half closed.

“Hey, kid. What’re you doing? You’re Aunt’s freaking out.”

“Hey M’sr Stark.” Peters voice is quiet and hoarse, and it sounds painful.

“FRIDAY, activate heaters.” The heaters in Peter’s suit are activated and he relaxes a little. “You should be home.”

“I was on my way…”

“Well how’d you end up out here in the snow?” He attempts to help the kid stand to his feet

“I’m not feeling so good M’sr Stark. Everything’s spinning…” Peter starts to fall and Tony barely catches him before he hits the ground. Tony lifts him up and begins the flight towards the tower. This kid needs medical attention, and fast.

When they get to the tower, Tony immediately goes to the Medical Wing. Dr. Cho and a few other nurses are waiting, having been alerted by FRIDAY to the boy’s condition. Tony lays Peter on the bed and they take him to a room, leaving Tony speechless and alone.
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“Yeah May, he’s okay. I can send someone to pick you up. Okay, I’ll see you soon.” Tony hangs up the phone and looks around. The other avengers sit in the waiting room with him when the doctor enters.

“Um...who all is here for Peter.” Every avenger stands, Natasha and Tony moving to the front of the group.

“What’s going on?” Natasha asks.

“He’s fine. He's dehydrated, and it’s more than likely sleep deprivation. He was slightly hypothermic when you brought him in from being in the snow, but his body temperature will be back to normal soon.” She shruggs her shoulders as she continues. “He simply pushed himself to the limit. The kid’s exhausted. He needs to rest.”

Tony lets out a sigh of relief just as the doors swing open, a worried and angry Aunt May storming into the room.

“Where is he?” She asks.

“He’s fine, May-”

“Stark, will you please just shut up and let me see my baby boy?”

Tony says nothing else as he watches both May and the doctor leave to see Peter. Natasha laughs at the shocked expression on Tony’s face and soon enough everyone’s laughing with her. They all sit together as they wait for more information on their favorite Avenger…

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Peter hears everything before he sees it. The beeping of the different machines in the room, the sound of his Aunt May snoring softly beside him, and the sound of someone typing on their phone.

Opening his eyes, the first thing he sees is his Aunt May sitting next to him. She holds his hand as if she’s afraid to let go, and her head is laying on the edge of the hospital bed as she sleeps. He looks around and sees Tony Stark sitting in the corner, staring at his phone.

“Mr. Stark?” Peter asks quietly. Tony jumps, not expecting the kid to say anything. The minute he realizes Peter’s awake, he’s up and moving towards him. He sits on the other side of the hospital bed and pulls Peter into a gentle hug.

“Don’t ever do that again.” he says.

“Do what, Mr. Stark? What happened?” Tony sits back up and laughs a little.

“You nearly worked yourself to death, kid. Do you ever sleep?”

“Yeah. Just not as much as the average teen.” Peter replies.

“Well from now on, you have a strict curfew and an actual bed time.”

“What?!”

“Not my rule, even though it’s a good one. It’s May’s.” Peter looks over at his sleeping aunt.

“How mad was she?”

“She was Livid. Good luck. You actually better wake her up.” Peter looks almost afraid of what his aunt will say. She’s scary when she gets angry or worried. Tony stands and heads to the door before turning back.

“I’m glad you’re okay, Pete. You had us all worried.”

“I know, and I’m sorry Dad. I promise it won’t happen again.” Peter doesn’t seem to realize what he said, but Tony doesn’t miss it. He can’t stop the smile that appears or the warm feeling he gets in his chest.

He never thought about it, about being a dad of any kind. But if that’s what he could be to Peter, he was happy.

“I love ya kid. We all do.” He walks out, leaving the boy alone with his Aunt.

Dad. That’s a name he could get used to.

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And that's all folks. It will be all fluff next time.

Hope this was a half decent story. If I can get more than 10 comments, you all can have a double update next week. And I'll try extra hard to make it great.

I love you all!

Alexis