Tony called out over the comms, “Alright, get everyone out and kick ass. Easy.” Steve retorted with a playful smirk, “Language!” Tony scoffed, “I’ll have you know last night you insisted on making me scream,...” Natasha cut in, “Save it for the bedroom boys.” Wanda’s eyes widened, that power. Peter held back his snickers, focusing on his mission.

Peter noticed one of the monsters approaching a school bus filled with children. He swooped over, sending a flying foot (get ‘em) into the thing’s face, backflipping to punch it and then flying another fist to the kneecap sending the damn thing on its feet. The bus was toppling over, somewhere among the axis of gravity and tipping over into vast field of blue. Children had their faces plastered to the window, all expressing something along the lines of fear and terror.

Peter used his webbing to try and pull the bus back. By now almost all of the bus was tipped over but he wasn’t going to give up. He groaned out in pain now using two hands to keep the bus filled with children from toppling over. He heaved through the comms, “Guys, I need help.” A male voice answered over the comms, “Coming Spiderman.” Steve raced over to a nearby bank, only a little ledge away from the schoolchildren. He held his arms out, directing for the children to jump into his arms and then to safety.

Peter groaned as he held the bus with webbing that was threatening to break apart. Sweat glistened down his forehead. With teeth clenched he spoke, “Steve please hurry up. There’s no way I can hold this much longer.” Steve nodded, “Alright, two at time.” Peter took a few steps back on the intersection, looking behind him. Behind him was more water. He kept holding on, thinking of equations, anything to calm him down. Just as the last kid was safe, another monster came ramming into the bus, ramming Peter, and the bus into the deep dark icy depths. The last thing Peter saw was black dots dotting his vision as his body entered the deep blue depths.

Steve screamed as he watched Peter feign unconsciousness as he entered the water, “SPIDERMAN”, gaining everyone’s attention. Tony immediately dove through the water, scouring for his son. He could make out the unmistakable red and blue colors floating past him. And the blood. (JAWS) He pushed the suit to move faster and he scooped up the boy bridal style. He quickly propelled himself back to the surface and onto the sandy shore.

Tony flipped his mask off as he checked for pulse. There was pulse, but his chest wasn’t moving. He panickley whispered, “C’mon bud, stay with me.” He began to press down on his chest with a rhythm, trying to get the water from his lungs. Minutes passed but the only thing coming out of Peter was his blood. Tony pressed harder, more determined than ever. Steve had raced up the shore, quickly getting to his knees, followed by Natasha and Clint. Steve added more pressure, and slowly some water began to spill out of Peter’s mouth. Once it was all water coming out, Natasha turned him over, softly running her hands through his curls while Clint stroked his back gently. Peter spluttered and burst into hacks. He bolted to a sitting position but Natasha gently rested his head on her thighs (thighs of destruction). She kept his head down as he coughed, spewing water all over him. Tony rubbed his arm gently, “Easy bud, let it all out.” Natasha helped him into a forty-five degree angle, getting the last of the water out of his lungs. Peter coughed more, eyes widening to keep himself awake. Through breaths he heaved, “I think, think,  I’m going to throw, u,p.” Someone, he didn’t know who gently turned his body so he could empty his chest. Someone, either Clint or Tony was stroking his back easing him that he was going to be alright. Once he was done, he collapsed into someone’s arms. Tony leaned back, shifting the cold boy’s weight and flying him to the Quinjet for better treatment.

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Hazy lights. Gentle talking. They remember about his senses. They want him to sleep. The covers are really warm. This shirt is really comfy. And these sweatpants. Five more minutes. Nighty night.

Hours later, after what Peter considered his “five minutes”, he woke to the gentle, warm aura of the Avengers gathered around his bedside. The sixteen year old looked around groggily, still swimming in and out of consciousness. Something was gripping his right hand, Mister Stark. Seeing his family around him, (May is gone) made Peter smile. Peter asked confused, “Mister Stark?” Tony smiled seeing that Peter was finally awake, “Hey buddy.” Tony’s voice was calm and gentle. Strange, how long has Peter’s head been aching? Steve explained, “That was quite a hit you took there bud.” Oh right. That. Peter asked, “Did you get them?” Clint nodded with a slightly amused smile, “Yes we did squirt. Knocked all their asses out.” Steve scolded, “Language!” And just like that the superfamily was laughing. Living. “Livin’ in the moment.” More importantly, they were loving. They really are a Superfamily.

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Keep telling yourself that Steve.

Tag yourself I'm Rhodey.

Maria you can't ban memes. Or vines.

Nat drink some water and not wine.