It was just your average, boring Monday. Students were sighing as they made their way to their morning classes with dread.

Peter Parker-Stark was also one of those dread filled students. Just because he did really well in school, doesn't mean he enjoyed it. Sure he got to spend time with people other than his family, but all the work that was forced upon him was enough to make him seriously consider letting himself get shot or stabbed while on patrol.

Oh yea, Peter was that nerdy kid who got straight A's by day, but at night he was the masked hero Spiderman. He lived in avengers tower with his crazy family.

Ever since Tony Stark had adopted him when he was five, he lived with the avengers whom all made him call them Aunt this and Uncle that. He really enjoyed it though. It was nice to be able to have someone to talk to about his daily patrols who could actually relate to him.

His family knew he was Spiderman of course. You can't keep a secret from the avengers. It just doesn't work like that. That tower was full of people, yet there was still so much empty space.

There was his Uncle Steve, who always enjoyed telling Peter stories about his days in the war.
His Uncle Bucky, who would save him whenever Steve got into one of his hour long stories.

His Aunt Natasha, who would spar with him and taught him how to shoot a gun. She also gave him Russian lessons so he was now fluent in the language.

His Uncle Clint, who would always pull pranks on the others with Peter. There best prank was hiding all of the pop tarts from his Uncle Thor.

He had his Uncle Rhodey who was his dad's best friend but wasn't around too much. His Uncle Sam wasn't around much either.

His Uncle Bruce, who would always do fun lab experiments with him. His Uncle Thor, who loved playing catch the hammer with Peter ever since they figured out Peter could lift Mjolnir.

He also had his cousin Wanda who enjoyed launching Peter's web balls at others with her magic. He also had his cousin Pietro, but he died when Peter was fairly young.

Then of course, there was his dad. Tony Stark. Even though some thought of Tony as a heartless business man who only cares about himself, he really did have a soft spot for Peter.

Peter sat in his classes one by one as the day dragged on. All he could think about was patrol tonight since he was so excited to swing around the city again.

When the bell finally signalled to end the day he ran out to the parking lot to meet his Aunt Natasha since it was her turn to pick him up.

"Hey Pete, how was school?" Nat asked.
"Hey Aunt Tasha, it was good, boring, but good." Peter replied.

Natasha rubbed his hair with affection and took off back to the tower. It was a short ten minute drive before they arrived.

When they did, Peter raced inside and into his room to change. He threw his bag down and slipped on his suit that he and his dad had made together.

It was blue and red, and made of flexible spandex. He slipped on his mask and was greeted by his AI, Karen.

"Hello Peter. Ready for patrol?" Karen asked.
"Yep just gotta go tell dad that I'm headed out." Peter said and took off down the hall.

"Hey dad!" Peter called out to the packed living room. Everyone turned and looked at him. They all said hello and Tony walked over to his fully suited up son.

"Going on patrol Pete?" Tony asked.
"Yep! I'll be back before diner Kay?" Peter said.
"Alright. If anything happens you know what to do." Tony reminded.
"You got it! Bye everyone!" Peter said as he opened up a window.

Everyone said a mix of 'Bye Peter' and Peter jumped out of the window and swung around town looking for crime.

About an hour had passed and Peter had stopped three mugging and two jewelry store robberies. He decided that he should head home, but then Karen alerted him.

"Peter, scanners show suspicious activity in the building to your left." Karen said.
"Alright I go check it out." Peter said and swing over to the window on the building.

He used his enhanced hearing to hear the conversation inside. It seemed as if it was a weapons deal to target something to close to home for Peter's liking.

"With these weapons I'll be able to take down avengers tower with one shot!" One man said.
"Yep. Stark won't even see it coming." Another man said.

Peter knew he had to stop this. He couldn't let these men get out with the weapons otherwise they would destroy his home.

"Karen how many people are in there?" Peter asked his AI.
"I detect two heat signatures Peter." Karen responded.

Peter nodded and took a deep breath. He swung in a loop and then dove feet first through the window and landed right beside the two criminals.

"Hey guys, how's it hanging?" Peter said as he webbed one of the guys up to the ceiling.
The free man growled.
"Ugh it's the spider pest."
"Actually it's Spider Man, but I'll let this one slide since I'm gonna send you prison for the rest of your life."

Peter then felt his Spidey senses go off and he just barely dodged a blast from one of the high tech weapons. The man kept shooting at him and Peter managed to use his electro webs to disable all of the weapons except for the one in the mans hand.

Just then Peter felt his Spidey sense go off once more, but was too late to dodge a huge blast that hit him in the chest and knocked him down.

He groaned in pain as he managed to destroy the last weapon in the mans hand with a web. He couldn't get up though, he was too injured.

The one goon untied his partner and they ran off, but not before they said some final words that made Peter panic.

"I've always wanted to crush that bug." Goon #1 said as he pressed a detonator. They both ran out of the building.

Peter heard and felt all of the support columns in the building explode. He then did his best to shield his head as the building collapsed on top of him.

All Peter could feel was pain, so much pain. He couldn't breath or speak and all he wanted to do was scream for help, but he couldn't. He felt his eyes start to grow heavy, and he graciously gave into the dark abyss of unconsciousness.

{•••}

When Peter woke up, he didn't remember where he was for the slightest second. But then he remembered the events that had happened before he passed out. He began to panic and hyperventilate. His whole body was numb with pain and he couldn't think straight.

Just when he thought all was lost, he felt his mask still sitting on his face. He couldn't move his arms, but was able to talk to Karen.

"K-Kar-en" Peter croaked out.
"Peter you have multiple fractures and wounds, your heart rate is dropping and you are losing a lot of blood. Shall I call Mr. Stark?" She replied with concern in her voice. That is as much concern as an AI could have.
"Y-yes" Peter managed to say.

Peter, not knowing what else to do began to cry. He prayed and hoped with everything he had left that his family would arrive soon. He felt the rubble start to shift, and he became more crushed. If he didn't get out of there soon he would surely die.

He decided that he couldn't just sit and wait to be rescued. He used whatever strength he had left and pushed hard against the rubble. Even with his super strength the rubble on top of him didn't budge. He relaxed his muscles and the rubble crushed him even more. God he wished his dad was here.

{•••}

The Avengers were all sitting in the common room when FRIDAY gave them an alert.
"Sir Karen sent me a distress signal from Peter's suit." Her British voice said.

The team all stopped what they were doing and ran to get suited up. While Tony was calling his suit he responded to FRIDAY.
"FRI, what are Pete's vitals?" Tony asked worriedly.

FRIDAY announced Peter's condition to the whole team.
"It appears as though Peter's vitals are rapidly dropping. He has severe wounds and fractures." FRIDAY finished by sending Tony's suit Peter's coordinates.

"Alright avengers, lets go get our kid back." Tony said and they raced off to the building. Or at least what was left of it.

When they got there all they were met with was a pile of rubble. A few of them gasped while others were frozen in shock. Eventually Steve spoke up.
"Everyone split up and dig for Peter!"

The team raced into action to save Peter, before it was too late.

Meanwhile, Peter was still trapped, and losing hope slowly. He started to think of letting go. He was in so much pain and he just wanted it to be over. He could barely breathe and he knew his ribs were all crushed. He couldn't feel his legs and arms anymore. His whole body throbbed. He needed to know if he had a chance to survive.

"K-Karen... w-whats the s-survival r-ate f-for me?" He managed to ask his AI.
"Peter I'm afraid I cannot give you that information, as it may affect your mindset towards survival." Karen replied.

Peter sighed. He knew she wouldn't tell him but it was worth a shot. He thought about how bad it could really be if he just let go. He'd miss his family, but the pain was unbearable.

Just as he was about to slip away, he heard shouting above him.
"Peter!"
"Peter!"
"Peter!"

His family came. They were there. It was as if he got a spark inside of him. He yelled like his life depended on it, which it did.

"HELP ME! I'M UNDER HERE! HELP!" He screamed till his lungs burned.
"Peter I hear you! Stay awake buddy we're coming!" He heard Steve shout.

Peter focused all of his will to live on staying awake, and after a few minutes, he saw the light.
"Oh my god Peter!" Natasha shouted.

Peter felt himself being lifted from the rubble and the pain was still there, but the pressure was gone. He could breathe now. He was going to be okay.

His family surrounded him and they all hugged him lightly before shooting back to the tower to fix Peter up. He would be okay, thanks to the fight in him and his family.

So that's it for the first one shot! Sorry for the rushed ending! I'll have a new chapter up in about a week since I'm on vacation. Thanks for reading! If you have any suggestions just let me know! Bye!
~Taco