The last thing Peter knew before he woke up was a sudden coldness and the paralyzing freeze of the December weather lake. The vulture had snagged him and dragged him well over 200 feet in the air. Peter had screamed and yelled, trying to get him to let go before he got too high. It was a basic fact that humans had a near-fatal chance of dying from falling 200 feet into the water. Peter, being superhuman, could maybe go 400-600 feet. He'd long surpassed 400, and wouldn't be surprised if he was at 500.

The vulture wanted him dead, and that was terrifying.

Peter gave up kicking to get off when he was too high to survive, it was very unlikely he'd be able to walk away from this... Peter held on for dear life, crushing some of the metal casing surrounding the vulture's leg. The man (or very masculine sounding woman) growled. He unhooked his talons from Peter's shoulders, and he fell.

On his fall down into the freezing lake, Peter's suit blared and screamed at him. He panicked and shouted "Yes! Do something!" A parachute shot out from his Spider emblem on the back. A sense of relief flooded down over Peter, he was going to be ok. His suit (Thanks Mr Stark) had saved his ass from dying... except then the parachute folded in on itself, trying Peter in a cocoon. He flailed and screamed, thrashing out. The cocoon just wrapped around his limbs, trapping him. It was crushing him...

then he crashed into the lake.

~

Peter woke up briefly when there was a harsh wind on his already cold body, and felt ice-cold metal hands grasping his arms. "Oh... hey," He mumbled, unable to wake up properly. His vision faded again.

Peter woke up again when he was roughly dropped onto a kids play frame. His back stung painfully and his spine ached. His lungs felt like they were rattling in his ribcage. The panic of not being to move in the very thing that was designed to protect and save him crushed in.

He still couldn't believe the vulture wanted him dead. Sure, other bad guys wanted him dead (it kinda comes with the job) but none had gone through the effort to do what had been done.... they just tried to stab him, or maybe shoot him.

Not drown him.

That's a way Peter doesn't ever want to die. He was distantly aware of Iron Man lecturing him on the weapons or something like that. "I didn't need your help, I had it under control." He snapped back. The suit hesitated as if a real person was glaring. "Oh, you falling over 400 feet into an ice-cold lake, knowing you can't thermoregulate is having everything under control?" Peter glared at the ground. "Actually, I didn't know I can't thermoregulate..." though it would explain a lot of things. "How can you not know that kind of shit, Peter? It's literally in your DNA!" Peter shrugged. "Never thought about it before,"

"I can tell." Peter rolled his eyes. "Contrary to what you might think: sometimes things slip my mind. This whole Spider thing is still kinda new to me! If it hadn't escaped your notice, I was only bitten a year ago." Iron Man scoffed: "Precisely why you should leave this stuff to the grown-ups!"

Peter didn't really listen for the rest of the lecture.

He hated being called a child... even if it was technically true.