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"So it's not too constricting? You're breathing ok?" Tony asked, fussing over Peter's binder for what seemed like the hundredth time that day.

"Nope" he replied happily, about to pull his mask on over his head, before Tony placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"If at any point during the battle you feel like your ribs are hurting, I want you to stop. Let me know if it gets too uncomfortable, ok kiddo?" He said, in a tone that was firm but caring. Peter nodded, and started waking out towards the city, ready for his daily rounds, and testing out his new binder.

He stopped, and turned back around. "Thanks Mr. Stark" He said, and Tony laughed, before waving Peter off, and heading back down to his lab, smiling, and already thinking of new ways to make Peter's suit even safer.

Already across the city, Peter was swinging around, looking out for trouble, when he ran in to a familiar face. And no, it wasn't Deadpool again.

"Mr. Hawkeye sir? What are you doing out here?" Peter asked, swooping down and landing on the roof behind the bird man that was perched on it looking down at the city below.

When Clint didn't respond, Peter realized he must not have gotten his attention, so he sat down on the ledge next to the man, well in his line of sight.

Peter pulled his mask up over his nose so that his mouth was visible, and asked again. This time Clint reacted, and smiled down at the teen.

"Same thing as you doofus" he said, letting his grip on his bow go a little lax, as he focused more on the kid to his left.

Peter snickered, and stood up, then almost pulled the mask back on, before saying one last thing:
"Care to join me, then?" And so they were off, Spiderman swinging around, and Hawkeye jumping roofs on his super sick motorcycle. Because this is in a universe where there are multiple super serums to give people godly super strength, and GODS, so there are physics defying bikes.

When Pete saw a commotion from the nearly empty street below, what seemed like a person being shoved into a car, he waved to Clint, and pointed downward, raised his finger to his lips, pointed to the roof above, and then swung down.

When he got closer, he realized it was a young girl getting pushed into the back seat of a car by two dudes, her struggling pretty futile. Jumping down, he ripped the first offender from the girl, and webbed him to the side of the building behind him.

"Hey! Let me out!" He cried, his voice rough and criminal-esque. Peter rolled his eyes, and realizing the man couldn't see it, made sure to tell him so.

"I've never rolled my eyes more in my entire life" he said, before turning back around to see an arrow slam right in to the side of the car, next the the girl, who by now was almost all the way in the car, thanks to the other douche.

Taped to the arrow was a knife. Leave it to Clint to be able to aim an arrow with an unbalanced added weight like that on it.

At first Peter thought Clint wanted him to use it to stab the bad guys, maybe gouge out their eyes, but then it occurred to him to use it to cut the girl's ropes, once he had finished webbing the other guy to the wall.

He did, and the girl, who was crying, rubbed her wrists and looked at Peter.
"Thank you..." she mumbled, and the teen smiled, and had her sit down.

"Why don't we wait for the cops to arrive so you can get a ride from them" he suggested in a soft tone, and she nodded.

He turned back to the assholes taped to the wall.

"I wonder how it will feel to be shoved in a strange vehicle against your will and be taken to a place you don't want to be" he said, his words so sharp they could beat someone in a knife fight. The two visibly fidgeted, and Peter scoffed and looked up at Clint, who by now had started making his way down to street level.

"Nice work kid" he said, smiling and patting the teen on the shoulder. Peter chuckled a bit, and shrugged the hand off. By now the police were arriving, and in the process of cutting the first man off of the wall.

"Thanks, Mr. Hawkeye sir" he said, when out of the corner of his eye he noticed the police had done a shitty job cutting the first guy out, and the second guy's right arm was free.

Before he knew what was happening, the second guy had tackled Peter head on in the chest, but didn't even have time to land when Clint picked him up and body slammed him into the ground, rendering him unconscious, and likely to have a broken bone or seven.

He left the man on the ground, quickly turning to Peter, reaching a hand out to help the boy up. He gladly accepted, but when he was sitting up and he felt a jarring pain go through his chest, and he realized how he was already prone to a chest injury due to his binder, and how getting tackled really wouldn't help.

Clint clearly noticed his body language.
"Shit" he pulled his phone out and dialed a number Peter didn't even bother to look out, too shocked and out of if it even think clearly.

The next thing he knew, Tony was next to him, an extremely worried expression on his face, and Stephen next to him, his face matching.

"God damnit I knew I should have had him get the top surgery..." the man mumbled, and when he walked away, and a bright light was revealed above him, Peter realized he was in a hospital bed.

"I'm sorry" he said weakly, reaching his arm out a bit in the direction his adoptive father had left. Strange smiled softly, checked Peter's temperature, and then sat down next to him.

"We repaired your rib, it wasn't broken, just a bit fractured, which was still bad. You should be able to go back to patrol in about four days, that factoring in your healing abilities" he explained, gently rubbing Peter's hand, the boy slowly falling asleep again. "I'm glad your lung wasn't punctured or anything" he said quieter.

Tony reappeared, holding two mugs of tea, and sat down. Right before his consciousness faded, he heard one last thing.

"Thank god I sent Clint out with him"