Requested by brielarsonsarms: Karen takes over Peter's suit and so he starts accidentally attacking Y/N. He ends up really hurting her, and so he takes her to Tony for help.

Peter's P.O.V

"Oops, too slow!" Peter yelled, his body and face clad in his metal Spider-Man suit as he jumped over the thug and fired a web at the same time. The web attached to the machine gun that the thug was holding and pulled it from his grip, making him groan as Peter made sure to slam it into his face before pulling it away.

"I really expected more from you guys. I mean, these are high-grade weapons, it shouldn't be this easy for me to take you out." Peter chuckled and shook his head, mocking the thugs as he kicked his foot into the chest of the final one and knocked him out too.

"Alright, Karen, I'm all done here, time to call the cops." Peter nodded as he raised his hand and fired a web at the wall before launching himself into the air.

"WOAH!" He yelled out, his eyes widening as suddenly, the web shooter cut the web before Peter had let it go. He collided with a wall, an 'oof' leaving his lips as he just about managed to stick to it.

"Karen?! What happened there, I didn't press my web shooter." He scoffed.

"Sorry, Peter." The AI returned, making his eyebrows furrow in confusion as he climbed the rest of the way up the wall before getting onto the roof. He sighed as he got to the top, his mask disappearing into the suit as he sat down. Over the last couple of days, Peter had noticed that Karen hadn't been anywhere near as attentive as she usually was. Normally, Peter's suit behaved perfectly, and Karen had been his AI long enough for her to know before Peter even asked when to call the cops, or Tony, May, or even Peter's girlfriend of five years, Y/N. But recently, things had felt slightly wrong, Peter's web snapping before it was meant to moments ago being a perfect example of that. Something felt slightly wrong with the AI, Peter just didn't know what it was. He sighed and shook his head, the boy figuring that he should get back to his and Y/N's shared apartment before it got too dark as he jumped off of the roof again.

Y/N's P.O.V

I sat on the sofa, a glass of wine in my hand and the TV on in front of me as I waited for Peter to get home from his daily patrols. For as long as Peter and I had been dating, he'd always been Spider-Man, but even after we'd been together for five years and therefore I knew that he could look after himself out there, I still couldn't help but worry about him getting hurt. I looked up as the window slid open, the breath of relief that always left my lips once Peter got home safe being heard as my boyfriend crawled in through the window.

"Hey, baby." He spoke as he stood up, his mask going into the suit as he walked towards me.

"Hey. How was your patrol?" I asked.

"It was okay. Though, I definitely need to take the suit into Mr. Stark, Karen is still being weird." He sighed as he sat down next to me and put his arm over my shoulder. I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows.

"Did something happen again?" I asked.

"Yeah. I was fighting these thugs and was done, so I fired my web to get out of there. Halfway up the wall, the web snapped, so I almost fell. Thing is that I didn't press my web shooter to release it." He shook his head as he looked at me. My eyebrows furrowed more.

"That is weird. You definitely need to take her in to see Tony, it sounds like this could become a problem." I nodded.

"Yeah. I'll do it tomorrow, it's late now." He sighed, making me give him a small smile and curl into his side as he joined me in watching TV. But then, it started. My eyes widened as Peter's fist closed around my hair and started to pull on it.

"Ow, Peter, what the fuck, let go." I scoffed as his eyes widened too.

"I can't, it's not me, it's the suit." He gulped as his hand tightened completely around my hair.

"Seriously, Peter, it hurts, stop." I demanded, my hands raising to cup his and try to pull his fist off of my hair.

"I'm trying, I can't, the suit isn't doing what I am." He shook his head, both of our eyes widening as his mask formed over his head.

"Peter!" I yelped, tears pricking my eyes and pain running through my head as he stood from the sofa and pulled me to my feet, my hands still desperately trying to pry his fist off of my hair, but to no avail.

"I don't know what's happening, I can't stop it, I swear to god! Karen, stop, power down!" He yelled as he forced me to my knees in front of him. I choked and looked up at him, my heart racing in fear at what was happening. Peter's suit was going haywire, and was more than likely about to seriously hurt me. My eyes widened as he raised his other fist.

"Peter!" It collided with my face, making me cry out as I fell to the floor at the impact. I coughed and spluttered, the punch having been strong enough to already split my lip as the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth.

"Y/N, RUN! I CAN'T STOP IT, RUN, GO!" Peter yelled. I choked and scrambled to my feet before trying to rush to the door. But I didn't even get two steps before I felt Peter grab my hair again. My eyes widened and I yelped as he pulled me back, a groan leaving my lips as he pulled me to the floor again.

"Peter!" I desperately cried out as he straddled me. My eyes widened, my heart dropping to my feet as the white of his eyes disappeared, and small red dots shrouded in black replaced them. I knew what those eyes meant, and it was terrifying.

"KAREN, NO! DEACTIVATE INSTANT KILL!" Peter shouted desperately as he raised his fist again. I yelped out and moved my head to the side to make his fist collide with the floor instead, the wooden planks breaking and cracking underneath the strength of the action. I choked, tears streaming down my face and my heart pounding harshly in fear. I had to get out of here. If not, Peter would definitely kill me, and he literally wouldn't be able to stop himself.

"Y/N, I NEED YOU TO RUN! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU IF YOU DON'T!" Peter yelled as the spider legs unfolded from the back of his suit.

"I can't! You're too heavy, I can't move!" I sobbed and shook my head as I desperately kicked my legs underneath him and tried to get him off of me, but he had me as pinned down as I could be. Meaning that no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't escape. I choked as I started to accept my fate, my heart pounding as I knew that Peter couldn't stop the suit. I had no idea what was happening or why it was happening, but at this rate, I really would be dead by the time that this stopped. One of the spider legs raised, making my eyes widen again.

"KAREN, NO!" The leg shot down towards me. I choked, my eyes wavering as it went straight into my waist, pain filling my side as the leg impaled me. Peter's eyes returned to normal, the whiteness of them widening at what had just happened.

"No, no, no." He gulped and shook his head, a quiet yelp leaving my lips as the leg pulled out and disappeared back into the suit. His mask dissolved away too, telling me that it was finally over as it opened to reveal Peter's wet face, his eyes red and puffy as he cried.

"Baby, oh my god, I'm so sorry, fuck, no." He choked and shook his head as he pulled me into his arms and desperately pressed his hand to the wound.

"What h-happened?" I choked, my eyes squeezing shut and pain racing through me as he tried to control the blood flow that was oozing from the wound.

"I-I don't know, Karen didn't listen to anything that I said, I wasn't in control of the suit there, I don't know what happened." He sobbed.

"It's not your f-fault, Peter...but, I...I don't feel so good." I gulped, my head becoming dizzy and my eyes starting to droop as I felt my body getting weaker. Peter's eyes widened.

"Fuck, babe, I need you to hold on, I'm going to get you help." He choked as he put his arms behind my back and underneath my legs before picking me up bridal style. My head lulled and my arm dropped to my side, my body already too weak to keep either of them up as I could feel the life draining from me. I had no doubt that if Peter didn't get me help soon, I would die, and that was fucking terrifying me.

"P-Pete, I...I love you." I whispered, making my boyfriend look down at me as he rushed me to the window and his mask formed back over his head.

"I love you too, angel, and I promise that you're going to be okay. I promise." He choked. I gave him one last weak smile as he jumped out of the window with me in his arms, my body barely feeling the whoosh of wind as I finally slipped into unconsciousness.

Peter's P.O.V

"In here, kid, in here." Tony nodded, Peter hurriedly carrying Y/N's unconscious body into the medical suite that Tony had led him into.

"Please be okay, baby, I need you to hold on, please, for the love of god." He choked as he gently lay her down onto the bed, and the doctors started to hook her up to the machines.

"Peter, what even happened? You said that the suit did this?" Tony scoffed. Peter sniffed and nodded as he looked at his mentor.

"I-I don't know what's wrong with it, but recently, Karen h-hasn't been doing what I've been telling her to do. It started with stupid shit, like calling the wrong person, then today on my patrol, my web snapped before it was supposed to. Then, I got home to Y/N, and before I had a chance to take it off, I lost control of it and started attacking Y/N. One of the legs stabbed her. I swear to god, Mr. Stark, I tried to stop, this wasn't me, I swear." He choked.

"I know, Pete, I know that you would never do this willingly. Come on, we're going to figure out what's wrong with the suit." He nodded as he put his hand on Peter's metal shoulder. The boy's eyes widened.

"What-can you not just take the suit from me? I can't leave Y/N." He shook his head.

"Kid, you know my staff, you know that she's in the best hands possible. You can't do anything more for her right now, apart from help me to figure out what happened. So, let's go and do that, yeah?" He nodded. Peter gulped harshly, tears still rolling down his face as he looked at Y/N. The beautiful girl was still unconscious, her flawless skin slightly paler than it normally was as the team of doctors surrounding her hooked her up to every machine in the room and pulled her top up to get a look at the wound. He gulped again and moved to her bedside before leaning down and resting his hand against her hair. "I'll be back soon, angel. I'm going to figure out what happened. I love you." He whispered into her ear, his heart in pieces at the fact that she was so hurt as he pressed his lips to her head. He sniffed and stood up again, Tony giving him a small smile before leading him out of the room.

"Right, let's have a look at what we've got, then." Tony nodded as he and Peter walked into Tony's lab. Peter nodded before pressing the spider on his chest, the action making the nano-technology dissolve back into the watch that Tony had made for Peter. He handed it to him, and Tony plugged it into the computer, both of their eyes flicking up to the massive screens on the wall as data started to fill them.

"FRIDAY, what am I looking at?" Tony mumbled.

"It appears that there was a breach in security. Peter's suit was hacked, and his AI was disabled." FRIDAY returned. Peter's eyes widened.

"What?! I got hacked?!" He scoffed.

"Apparently, kid. How has Karen been recently?" Tony asked.

"Actually pretty shitty, I knew that something was wrong. She kept making mistakes that she's never made before, like I told you before." He explained.

"Makes sense, whoever this guy is will have been trying to gain access to the suit for a few days now, so it makes sense that she had started to bug out. Explains it, though, your AI would never normally make you hurt Y/N." Tony shook his head as he typed away at the computer keyboards.

"No, Karen loves Y/N, Karen would never hurt her." Peter replied.

"No. But this guy would, and did." Tony nodded, making Peter's eyes widen as several blurred and pixelated images of a man appeared on the screen.

"Who the fuck is that?" Peter scoffed.

"Enrico Richards, relatively low-level drug lord in New York, but he's obviously employed a hacker, and a very good one considering that he managed to get into your suit. But, whoever he hired wasn't good enough to erase his footprint afterwards, so I've tracked it back to him. I'll go and pick him up after I've cleared your suit out and gotten Karen back." Tony spoke. Peter breathed a sigh of relief and held a hand to his chest, the panic slowly but surely leaving his body at the sound of Tony saying that it was over, and that he could fix the suit.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Stark, it means a lot, truly." He nodded.

"Of course, kid, you know that I'd do anything for you. Go, be there when Y/N wakes up, I'll handle your suit and Richards. Go look after your girlfriend." he reassured.

"Thank you, Mr. Stark, thank you." Peter smiled, making the kind man return it and nod as Peter turned and rushed out of the lab.

Y/N's P.O.V

Pain swept through my body, everything feeling hazy and numb as I slowly but surely came to. I cried out quietly at the feeling, my eyes squeezing shut as my head lulled slightly.

"Hey, hey, take it easy, baby, it's okay, you're safe." I heard Peter's voice speak quietly, as well as felt the gentle touch of his hand against my cheek. I forced my eyes open slowly, them squinting and blinking in the harsh light of the medical suite as I did.

"That's it, angel, you're doing so well." Peter continued to encourage. I finally got my eyes fully open, them moving to Peter who was sitting on a chair next to my bed. He gave me a small smile, his other hand holding my one as his fingers gently moved against my face.

"Did...did you figure out what happened?" I whispered, my throat too dry and sore to be any louder as I looked at him.

"Yeah, Mr. Stark did. Some drug lord hacked it, I'm assuming with the plan of killing you so that I'd be taken out of the game of trying to stop him. Nothing to worry about, Mr. Stark is going to bring him in after fixing my suit." He reassured me with a nod as his eyes flicked over my face. I gulped and returned the nod, the pain in my side still there but less prominent as Peter just looked at me.

"You know that it wasn't your fault, right?" I checked. His eyes wavered slightly, and he gulped as he looked down, making me sigh.

"If I'd have taken the suit off-."

"Then it would have come for both of us, and probably more, and you wouldn't have been able to stop it. It wasn't your fault, Peter. It got hacked, you had no control, okay? I'm alive, I'm okay, and it wasn't your fault." I reassured, my heart hurting at the knowledge that Peter was definitely blaming himself for this. Which was why I was trying so hard to convince him. He looked back at me, more tears leaving his eyes as he gave me a forced smile.

"You sure? Because it may not have been me, but I still did this to you. I couldn't stop it." He choked and shook his head.

"I'm positive, Pete. You couldn't stop it and that's not your fault, and I would have died if you hadn't gotten me here. You did good, baby, you did amazing. You did amazing." I promised. He nodded and gulped again, tears still leaving his eyes as he looked at me.

"I love you, angel, and I'm so fucking glad that you're okay." He choked and shook his head again.

"I love you too. And I'm okay because of you." I nodded. He returned it and gave me a small smile as he stood from the chair, but only to lean down and press our lips together instead. I returned the kiss, my eyes fluttering shut and my hand raising to curl around his neck as we enjoyed the intimate moment. He broke the kiss and touched our foreheads together, my eyes fluttering open to look into his gorgeous chocolate ones.

"I love you, baby. And I'm not leaving your side until you're fully healed." He promised.

"I love you too, Pete. And good." I smiled. He returned it and pecked my lips again before sitting back down, our hands cupped together as we appreciated the fact that we were both alive and still okay. And that was because of Peter.