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In this one, the Avengers don't know Peter, only a couple little things, like how young he is, and how he's Tony's protege.

I'm sorry, this one's really bad too. I just suck at writing. Plus Wattpad was being an idiot. I had 3,000 or so words down and it decided to delete half the story. But, enjoy anyways I guess!

"Great job, kid. Now do you think you can go take down aliens over there near the warehouse?" Tony said into the comms.

Peter was on a mission with all the Avengers. Some random aliens had crashed down into New York and started to attack the civilians. They were already 2 hours into fighting. Most of the aliens were defeated.

"Sure thing Mr. Stark!" Peter webs his way over to the little bunch of aliens gathered in front of the warehouse. Dropping down, Peter lands on one of the aliens. The others swivel around and begin to advance on him. One of them pounces.

"Ah, ah, ah, stop, please don't put your eggs in me!" Peter says, backing up against the wall. These aliens looked different than the others. These were bigger, stronger, and had so many teeth!

"Karen, activate taser webs!" Peter shoots as many taser webs as he could, not even caring about where he's shooting. He watches as the tasers strike the writhing aliens. Various spots on the concrete floor were burnt from missed webs.

"Hey Spider-Man, you almost wrapped up there? We could use a bit of help here near the bridge." Captain America's voice comes from the comms.

"Uh, yeah I'll be there in a moment. I just gotta take down a couple more alien dudes." Peter responds, yelping as an alien sinks a claw into his shoulder.

"You okay? Hawkeye, go help Pe- Spider-Man out over there." Tony's worried voice fills Peter's ear.

"No, no Mr. Stark, I'm fine. You probably need more help than I do." Peter is quick to answer. He didn't want to seem like a burden to the great, mighty Avengers.

He grunts as he gets smashed against the warehouse wall. The aliens didn't seem to be slowing down. A scream escapes his mouth as one of them backhands him through the ceiling of the warehouse.

"KID!" Tony yells into the comms

"I-I'm fine Mr. Stark. Just keep going at whatever you're doing." I need help! Peter screams internally.

The walls start to crumble around him. He swings out, launching himself at a nearby alien. It growls and slams him back down to the floor. Peter could swear he heard his leg snap. But he continues to fight nonetheless.

A faint whirring noise comes from the sky. All the aliens, along with Peter and the rest of the Avengers, glance up at the noise. A second ship? Are you fucking kidding me? Panting, Peter kicks an alien in the face, knocking it out. The rest of them don't even take notice. They're too busy watching the ship slowly cruise down to land. Before the ship even reaches 1,000 feet off the ground, huge swarms of aliens rain down.

Then, out of nowhere, the ship starts to smoke. As the aliens drop down, it starts to twist and turn in the sky.

"Clear the area of civilians! There's no time to waste!" Steve commands.

Peter abandons the aliens he was fighting before to protect the tall, brick apartment building that seemed to be right in the path of the ship. By then, all the smoke from the burning engine was spreading through the city, making it nearly impossible to see 10 feet in front of you. Peter's leg was starting to throb horribly. And, just his luck, he stumbles over a random alien body in the street. He rolls on the concrete, whimpering as he sprains the ankle of his already broken leg. He most likely cracked a rib in that fall as well.

"Kid?! You alright?!" Tony panics, "Seriously, someone go help Spider-Man out!"

"No! I'm fine! Just was being clumsy and-" Peter coughs dryly, "tripped."

"I'm about done here, so, yeah, I can go help Spider-Man." Black Widow says.

"No, don't! I've got it. You guys are more important. I can handle this myself, trust me." Peter climbs up the wall of the apartment building.

"Kiddo, I can hear how much pain you're in. Nat, go help him." Tony declares.

"I can handle it!" Peter insists, "I'm fine, I'm not even that injured!"

Clint's voice cuts in, "Uh, sorry to interrupt, but if Spider-Kid insists he's fine... I kinda need help over here, like, near the Tower."

"Yes! Go do that!" Peter tases a conveniently placed alien.

"Oka-a-a-a-y..." Tony agrees extremely reluctantly.

After Peter was sure the conversation has ended, he whispers softly, "Karen, mute me on their comms, but let me still hear them."

Peter swings through a random open window and calls hoarsely, "Hey! Is there anyone in here? We have to get out!" The thick smoke was filling his lungs already.

He explodes out the door and runs into another apartment. "Everybody evacuate!"

Running from apartment to apartment, he was almost certain he could get everyone out before the ship crashed. His eyes were starting to water from the smoke in the air. He peered out a window in the hallway and located the glowing, ball of fire hurdling in this direction.

Then he heard a yell.

"Hey! Help! Something is jamming my doorway!" said a lovely, incredibly hot, Southern accent. Not the time to release your inner gay, Peter.

Peter swivels around and sees a boy with gorgeous tousled blonde curls and brilliant blue eyes who couldn't be much older than Peter, peering out a small crack between the door and the doorframe. Sure enough, there was a giant metal pipe blocking the door.
(Haha guess who the other dude is)

Peter gazes out at the exploding ship outside again. He had about 30 seconds, give or take, before the whole place blew up.

Sprinting to the teen, he calls, "The second I clear the way, run, fast as you can, out of the building."

"What about you?" he calls back.

"I'll be fine!" Peter says, "Ready?" Really, he was prepping himself more than he was prepping the other kid.

"NOW!" Peter shrieks. Gripping the pipe, his muscles scream in protest. The teen dashes out the crumbling front door, just as the ship hits the building.

Everything goes up in flames. The entire 30-floor building collapses onto Peter. Pain like Peter's never experienced before surges through his body before everything goes black.

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Twenty minutes later

When Peter wakes up, it was pitch-black, besides a few barely visible fires in the distance, licking at the crushed bricks. Where the hell am I? Peter shifts, then screams. The same pipe he was holding before was embedded in his torso. Peter was crouched with one leg stuck underneath him at an unnatural angle, and the other twisted under a slab of metal. One arm was stretched, squashed under some bricks. The other arm was just limp at his side. But for some reason, none of it hurt.

"K-Karen," he rasps, "What happened? Did the other boy make it out?"

"It seems that the foreign ship has hit the building, trapping you underneath. You have been unconscious for about 20 minutes. None of the Avengers have noticed your disappearance yet. And, yes, the other young man has made it out safely."

"Okay, that's just great..." Peter mutters. All at once, the pain begins to get to him. First, it was his ribs, followed by his legs, then his arms. Then a banging headache.

Peter groans. Tears prick at the edges of his eyes.

From the comms, Peter hears a frantic Tony, "Guys! Has anyone seen Spider-Man? I saw him headed off into the direction of where the ship crashed earlier."

"'m fine, Mr. Stark-"

"Sir, you are still muted on their comms. Would you like me to unmute?"

"Y-ye-yeah that'd be great."

"H-hey guys 'm still al've." Peter could barely speak in all the pain he's in.

"OMIGOD KID WHERE ARE YOU!" Tony yells.

"T-too loud Tony. 'm fine, 'm just kiiiinda stuck 'n an unfortunate situation..." Peter clenches his eyes shut and bites his lip to prevent any noises of pain to be heard.

A shrill shriek was heard over the comms. Peter winces and shakes his head. That did nothing for the migraine he had.

"Eye of hawk, was that unmanly cry of pain from you?" Thor's voice booms.

"Yes Thor, yes it was. I kinda just rolled off a building, landed on some alien, and was slammed to the ground." Clint groans.

"Hold up, guys, do you see that?"

"What?"

"Huh?"

The chorus of noise was too much for Peter's headache. He presses his head into the surface behind him to ground himself.

"They're... retreating?"

"Why?"

"What?"

The aliens were backing up into the first ship they arrived in. Since so many were killed, they all fit, with space to spare.

"Hey! Do you see that?! One of them has the Tesseract!" Tony exclaims.

"... isn't that Tesseract fake?" Bruce said. The Hulk has retreated after seeing that the aliens were leaving.

Clint scoffs and complains, "So we fought for all that time, just so those little twerps could get a FAKE Tesseract? Jesus! Okay, now can someone help me?!"

Peter was just sitting in the dark the whole time, listening. The pain had started to slowly recede, leaving a numb tingly feeling. I don't think that's a good thing.

"Spider-Man, you said you were in a situation right? Do you need immediate attention or can we go handle Clint's situation first?" Steve says.

"O-oh... n-no 'm fine. I can hold a bit longer, I guess." Peter flinches as something creaks above his head. That causes more bricks to tumble, releasing his other arm, but also landing on his leg.

Peter hisses and removes his arm from the pile. An avalanche of bricks come tumbling down after. AH AH STUPID DECISION, STUPID DECISION!

The shower of bricks was probably masked by Bruce's loud, "Okay Clint, we're coming."

Peter has to jerk his arms up to catch the scrap metal pieces dislodged by the bricks. His muscles scream under the weight of the 30-story building.

"You sure you're alright kiddo?" Tony asks

"Yeppp!" Peter croaks.

His muscles were already straining under the weight. A single bead of sweat rolls down his bloody face.

"Karen, mute me again," Peter whispers.

"Sir, I'm not sure that's best for your situation-"

"Just do it!" he whisper-yells.

"Yes sir, muting."

Once he was sure he was muted, he lets out a bloodcurdling scream of pain and frustration. I'm Spider-Man for fuck's sake, why can't I get out of this on my own? Why do I have to rely on the Avengers when they definitely have more important things to do than save a stupid teenager who can't save themselves?

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1 hour later

Peter has been waiting in the dark, alone, 30-story building on his shoulders, for what felt like days. His arms were shaking and burning, but he didn't dare let go.  Is it just me, or is it getting harder and harder to breathe? The air around Peter was humid and thick. There wasn't enough fresh air inside to give his muscles the oxygen they need.

Over the comms, he could hear the sirens of the ambulance. At least everyone else is getting medical attention.

"Karen, unmute." Peter groans. His muscles felt like fire and his legs felt like a million tiny Mjolnirs were hitting him full force, over and over and over and over...

"A-are you guys almost done?" Peter whimpers. Tears were flowing freely down his bloodstained, tearstained, grimy face.

"Hold on Spider-Man, we're checking Tony for injuries," Steve responds.

A faint "go check on him! I'm FINE!" was heard in the background.

Steve answers that with, "He said he could hold for longer, we're checking you up first."

Peter gulps in as much air as he could. His lungs were starting to burn, not to mention his aching muscles. He's starting to feel lightheaded and nauseous, and bile rises in his throat. As the edges of his vision start to go dark, he struggles to stay awake. Only adrenaline and thoughts of death kept him awake. His eyes are drooping and his head is starting loll to the side. No longer able to stand the weight of the building, he slowly lets his arms down. Is this the end? Is this how I die?

"Guys?" Peter asks, "Can you come now?"

Tears cascade down his cheeks. He doesn't want to be the annoying kid who always asks for help. But he sure as hell didn't want to die.

"Just a moment. Where are you anyway?" Natasha asks.

Peter tries to save as much oxygen as possible, so he speaks in quick, short answers.

"Apartment building. Civilian trapped. Ship crashed," Peter gasps for air, "Building rubble. There."

"Okay, Thor's going. Are you north, east, south, or west of the rubble?" Natasha asks.

"Nuh-uh... under." Peter's lungs felt dead. No air was getting through the air passageways.

"wait WHAT?!" Tony screams, "KID!"

And that's the last thing Peter hears before passing out again.

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"'m fine, 'm just kiiiinda stuck 'n an unfortunate situation..."

These words kept repeating themselves in Tony's head as he raced as fast as he could to the mountain of debris.

"Does anyone have an eye on Spider-Man yet?" Tony shouts frantically.

"No, sorry."

"No..."

"Nope."

"I have not spotted Man of Spiders yet."

"No."

C'mon kid, stay strong.

"FRIDAY, scan for heat signatures."

"Scanning... no heat signatures found."

No, no, no, no, no... c'mon!

Tears threatened to spill out Tony's eyes, something that rarely ever happened. But the kid, his kid was missing, presumably dead. Tony was beginning to lose hope. He can't be gone, he can't!

Then-

"One heat signature found, 10 feet under the wreckage."

Tony's eyes widen. Is that him? Or is just wishful thinking?

"Guys, FRIDAY found a heat signature! Help me get to him!" Tony yells into the comms.

The other Avengers looked at each other in confusion. Tony never asked for help. Ever. Could this one kid be the one to change Tony?

"Well?!" Tony demands, "What are you waiting for?! My- the kid is dying down there!"

"Well, Man of Iron, I can use Mjolnir to blast a hole so that you can get down to your child," Thor suggests.

"Hurry up then!" Tony shouts frantically.

Everyone else look at each other even more confusedly. Tony didn't correct the words your child.

Out of nowhere, a streak of lightning appears and strikes the top of the rubble. As soon as the lightning disappears, Tony dives the deep pit.  He makes his way down quickly, calling Peter's name as he does so. (Not in that way, thank you very much) But his boots hit the solid floor, and Peter was still nowhere to be found. Despair washes over him.

"Where's the heat signature, FRIDAY?"

"Five feet to your right, sir."

Tony swivels around. Nothing but metal and bricks.

"Uh... where?"

"Under the rubble."

Tony races to the pile and shoves the layer of debris off, exposing a small, frail figure. Tony's heart breaks. This poor, innocent kid had to sit through all of this pain while Tony got the medical attention he didn't deserve.

His voice shakes as he reports his finding toy he rest of the group. "He's in terrible condition, get the med bay ready."

Tony bursts back into the sunlight, Peter's limp body in his arms. He shoots over the demolished city to the surprisingly still intact Avengers Tower. Heads turn as he smashes through a random glass window on the med bay floor.

"BRUCE! CHO! ASSITANCE! NOW!" Tony screams.

People in the hallway step aside, making way for the hysterical man in the Iron Man suit. Tony spots Helen Cho in a medical room setting up machines and IV's. He gently lays Peter down on the waiting medical bed. Helen straps on a surgical mask and latex gloves.

"That's so much worse than I thought..." she mutters under her breath.

"Tony, you're going to have to leave," Helen says while connecting Peter to various life support machines.

"I- I can't! I have to stay with him," Tony insists.

"No offense, but you're gonna ruin the operation," she responds, just as stubbornly, "Now leave."

Tony huffs and slowly steps out of the room. He stumbles to the waiting room and puts his head in his hands. This is all my fault! My kid might die because of me! Natasha walks in.

"Hey," Natasha greets, "you doing okay?"

"... no..." Tony whispers, head still in his hands.

"Stark-"

"This is all my fucking fault! I could've- if I went and helped him this wouldn't have happened! He- he means so much to me, he helped me through so much stuff and today? I wasn't there for him when he needed it! Now he's gonna die-"

"Tony, he's not gonna die."

"Would you take a fucking look at him, Romanoff?! FRIDAY, what injuries does he have?"

"Mr. Parker has 3 broken ribs, 2 snapped legs, one broken arm, a dislocated shoulder, a major concussion, impaled torso, many severe burns, infected lungs (is that a thing?), clogged airways, severe blood loss, and countless contusions all over his body. He has a 25% chance of survival," reports FRIDAY.

"See?! He's gonna die. And it's. All. My. Fault." Tony's voice starts to crack and waver. Tears threaten to spill out of his eyes. He slumps back down and lets out a tiny sob.

"Tony. The only thing that you did wrong is not believing in him. He's in that room, fighting for his life, and the best you can do is believe in him. None of this is your fault. None of it. Could you have stopped the ship? No! Everything happened by unfortunate chance. It was all inevitable. Don't blame yourself; the only person you can blame is those fucking aliens. Okay?" Natasha says.

Tony looks up and sniffles a bit. Natasha stands up and walks to the little counter against the wall. A pot of freshly brewed coffee was already sitting in place. She pours some into a mug, just enough to fill the cup, and hands it to Tony. Before leaving, she pats Tony's shoulder lightly.

Just before she steps out the door, Tony calls after her. "Wait!"

She turns around slightly. "Yes?"

Tony looks down at the mug in his hands. "Th-thank you. For, uh, yeah, the uh- coffee."

Natasha smiles knowingly, "No problem, any time. All you have to do is ask."

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10 hours later

Tony sits half asleep, slumped in the same, uncomfortable plastic chair. He hasn't gotten a wink of sleep. How could he sleep when Peter's dying? He yanks his fingers through his hair for the zillionth time this hour. Exhausted, Tony stands up to brew himself his fifth pot of coffee. He let all the other Avengers get some rest, but he refused to go to bed himself. Leaning against the counter, Tony waits for his coffee. He hasn't had anything else in his stomach since before the battle. Sure, he was hungry, but he couldn't eat until he was positive Peter would be okay. The emptiness in his stomach was nothing compared to the emptiness of his soul.

Bruce walks in to see Tony slouched against the counter, a dull look in his eyes.

"Hey," Tony whispers.

"Tony, did you get any sleep at all?" Bruce asks, concerned, "You were literally just on a mission!"

"I- I can't, I just can't. Not when Peter's still in there."

"Cho said all his surgeries are done, but he's in a slightly comatose state. He should wake up sometime, we just don't know when."

"How do you know that? How do you know that Peter isn't gone forever?!" Tony yanks his hands through his hair again, "He doesn't deserve this pain!"

"Tony, trust me, I know. But, you can trust Cho. She's got talent, and you've seen it firsthand... and speak of the devil!"

"Stark, you can go see him now," Helen says, clearly exhausted, "he's not awake, but he's stable."

Tony's eyes immediately light up. He dashes out of the depressingness of the waiting room, showing up outside Peter's hospital room within moments. Lightly knocking on the door, as if not to disturb Peter's privacy, Tony steps into the room silently.

And Peter. He's there. Maybe just a little more thin and pale than before, but he's there. Alive. Tony stumbles to his bedside and plops down in a chair.

Taking Peter's thin, cold hand in his, Tony inspects his injuries. The bright white of the sheets makes his skin look like a sickly green color. Bandages were wrapping countless injuries, including one wrapped around the entire top of his head.

Just as Tony's eyes pass over his face, Peter's eyelids begin to flutter. Tony's eyes widen, and he clutches Peter's hand tighter. Tears start to stream down his face again, this time tears of hope, rather than despair. Peter's eyes open slowly, but surely, focusing on Tony's face.

"Mr. Stark?"

Huzzah! The end of my second chapter. This one was long! The beginning of it kinda seemed rushed and then the middle/end seemed like it dragged out too much and the very end seems rushed again 🤷‍♀️. What do you think? Again, it'd be great if you could leave some feedback for me. I wanna make this book as good as possible for you guys. Thanks so much! Thanks for reading!

- Marvelous_Spiderman <3