"Boss, you have an incoming call from New York General Hospital. Shall I accept?" Friday's voice came from overhead.

Tony Stark rubbed his eyes wearily as he swiped away the hologram he was looking at, a new model for Rhodey's War Machine. "New York General Hospital, you say?" He said, stifling a yawn. "Why are they calling at four in the morning?"

"It appears to have something to do with Mr. Parker, sir," Friday replied, which immediately woke Tony up. "According to his suit tracker, he is at New York General Hospital."

Tony struggled to repress the panic that bubbled up inside him like stomach acid. "Pull up Peter's stats. Scan for injuries."

A hologram visualized in front of Tony, a real time body scan of Peter's body. Tony studied the hologram, growing more confused by the second when nothing appeared to be wrong.

"There appears to be no sign of physical injury. Shall I put through the hospital?" Friday asked which Tony agreed to.

"Hello? Is this Tony Stark?" A female voice replaced Friday's.

Tony cleared his throat. "Yes, it is. May i ask why you're calling?"

There was a beat of silence before the lady replied. "Uh, it seems a young boy..he wanted us to contact you. He goes by the name Peter Parker? He wants you to come pick him up."

Tony carded a hand through his hair, knowing Friday already had a car fired up and waiting for him in the garage. "Okay, okay," he sighed, pushing out his breath. "Sooo, he's not hurt?"

The lady on the other end made a small noise. "Sir, i think it will be better to explain the situation in person. Please get here as soon as you can. Thank you." And with that, the line went dead.

Tony stood there for a moment, the lab suddenly very quiet. He waved a shaking hand in the air, shutting down the lab before exiting and making his way to the car garage.

"Well," the genius though to himself, hopping in the Mercedes Friday had started up.

  "At least the kid's not dead."