Peter was asleep.

Key word being 'was'.

He groaned, slowly rising from the cold wooden floor.

Guess he had fallen out of bed, again.

He stood to his feet, stifling a yarn and running the back of his head, pulling his fingers through his knotted hair.

"May?" The doe eyed teen called out, testing if his aunt was awake.

"You're finally awake?" A voice boomed back, causing him to flinch. He heard footsteps stomping through the hall, way Louder than they should be.

His door flung open, his ears perceiving the sound as if the Hulk had ripped it off. After the door opened, his room filled with light as if he was starting into a thousand suns.

It was once of those days.

May instantly noticed the way he flinched back, holding back a yelp.

"Peter, what's wrong?" Her voice sounded like it was being yelled through a mega phone straight into his ear, almost urging him to scream.

"N-nothing" he almost whispered, even his own voice being to loud for him. She seemed to finally realise the situation, and her mouth turned an 'O' shape.

"It's it one of those days?" She whispered, even that being as loud as a yell. He slowly nodded, not wanting to use his voice.

"Do you want to stay home? There's some leftovers in the fridge, I could call happy and let him know you can't make it to your internship this afternoon" she spoke softly, giving him a sympathetic look.

"No, I'm o-ok. I'll go to school today." That's a lie

"Are you sure honey? You look pale."

"Yes may, I'm fine, really" lies.

"If you say so. Just don't over work yourself, skip the internship if you need too."

Like He was ever going to do that.

"Sure may"

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"And that's the end of the class, make sure to-" peter zoned out once more. The entire day had been complete torture, he was just glad it was over.

"Hey dude, do you think you'll be able to even patrol tonight?" Ned whispered, making sure the teacher didn't see. Peter merely shrugged, laying his head down in his arms for the last five minutes. His spider sense barely had enough time to warn him when the bell finally rang, shocking him so much he fell off his chair, hitting his head on the floor. Lights started flashing around him, the agonising screech of metal chair legs being pushed back on the wooden floor, and students ran out of the room to freedom.

"What's wrong penis? Scared of a little bell?" He heard flash state, his gang of goons laughing at him. The doe eyed boy didn't even bother to shield himself from the incoming punch, curling around on himself as the pain rattled through his body.

"What is going on here?" The teacher called out, glaring at flash.

"Oh, n-nothing miss. I was just helping pen-peter up, he fell off his chair." Flash stated, smiling sweeter than sugar, and pretending to help peter up. As soon as the teacher nodded, satisfied, and walked out the classroom, flash dropped him onto the floor once again.

"Who do you think you are Parker. Why don't you just leave and not come back, it would do everyone a favour" normally words like this would have affected him, but right now he was to busy trying to stay conscious to care.

Flash gave him one last hateful look, and a kick to his stomachs, before strutting out of the classroom and laughing to his friends.

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Where was that kid?

Happy stomped his foot against the car floor impatiently, waiting for the kid. He was about to go into the school and find him himself, when the door opened.

The boy slumped himself across the seats, sluggishly reaching for a seatbelt and fumbling to get it on. Once he actually did it, he looked up, into the designated drivers eyes.

What happy didn't expect, was the look of sheer pain and brokenness the met his gaze. After a second, peter shook himself slightly, blinking and gaining a poker face.

"Hey kid, what's wrong?" Peter doesn't answer, only shaking his head and smiling slightly before turning back to the window. Happy pretended to ignore it, and started driving, but he knows somethings wrong.

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When peter got to the tower, he was feeling even worse. As soon as he stepped out the car door, the business of New York hit him instantly, making him hear every thing within a few kilometres. He could smell the smog and garbage, the hotdog stands and restaurants. He muttered a quiet 'Thankyou' to happy, and pulled his hood over his face, walking inside.

"Peter Parker, level ten alpha clearance" he heard Friday chirp as he walked through the detectors. "Would you like me to tell boss your here?"

"S-sure fri" he mumbled, knowing the AI would do it anyway. He continued through the lobby, ignoring the people who gave him strange looks. His head still pounding, every whir of a machine, the smell of coffee assaulting his nose. He entered the elevator, Friday saying something to him but he wasn't listening, just mumbled "penthouse"

The elevator slowly made its way up, the cringy elevator music blasting into his ears. But on top of that, he had a weird feeling in his neck. He ignored it at first, focusing on blocking out the overload, but when the nagging turned into a pounding in his head, he became suspicious it wasn't just from his senses going crazy.

Then, his head felt like it exploded, and he collapsed, a scream escaping from his mouth. He fought to stay conscious, having experience that once he woke up again it was worse. But a shiver racked through him, and the elevator shattered. The roof let out a high pitched scraping noise, torture to his ears, and it all went black.

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"Sir, peter seems to be in distress." I heard Friday say, and I looked up from what I was doing.

"What do u mean fri?"

"He is in immense pain, and has bruising on his stomach. He is also unconscious." I dropped what I was holding, causing a loud clang to echo throughout the room.

"What the- fri- where is he?"

"He is located in your private elevator, halfway between floor 88 and 89."

"Halfway? What do you mean- shit." Tony remembered something that explained it. "Friday, wasn't my private elevator malfunctioning and was supposed to be fixed tonight?"

"That is correct sir" and that was all it took for tony to run out of his workshop. He had to save his kid.

As he was running down the stairs, he heard Friday's voice echo throughout the room.

"Boss, peter has changed places. Would you like me to inform you where he is now?"

"Yes Friday, gosh yes. Where is he?"

"He is now halfway between floor 57 and 56. The elevator does not seem to be able to hold itself stable for much longer boss"

"I get it Friday. Just, put in a safety protocol or something." Yeah, that should fix it.

"There is no safety protocols for that elevator sir. You turned them off when it started malfunctioning, you said you'd put them back on tonight once it was fixed."

"Shit."

I continued running, slightly out of breath now.

"Friday, could you please at least try to get in contact with peter?"

"I'm sorry sir, the connections are offline. Would you like me to dial his phone?"

"Yes Friday, of course" I ran and ran, starting to get some strange but awed looks from interns on the level I was now running through.

"Sir, peter has answered the phone."

"Well put him on for crying out loud" I put my private earphones in, so only I could here Friday and Pete as I ran through the tower.

"Kid?"

"H-hey mis'r stark" he slurred, and I instantly knew something was wrong.

"Peter, are you ok?" A yelp sounded in the background, sounding awfully like Peters when I spoke.

"No" he whispered.

"I need you to tell me what's wrong"

"I-I don't feel so g-good"

"What doesn't feel good peter?"

"I don't, I d-don't know what's h-happening. M-my head hurts. And uh, I t-think there's s-something wrong with the elevator." As if on cue, a clanking noise rung through the call, followed by a scraping sound.

"Not again." Peter whimpered.

"Peter, I need you to stay calm. I'm coming to get you out, but I need you to not move around so much."

"Boss? The elevator is very unstable, if it takes another fall, it could snap the pulley and crush the compartment." Fridays voice came through, and somehow the AI sounded worried.

"Well shit"

"Mr s-stark what is it?" Peter seemed to struggle to talk, almost coming out in a whimper.

"Um Pete, it's nothing." It is definitely not nothing.

"Boss, the elevator is beginning to fall-" Friday's voice was interrupted by an agonised scream. The scraping noise had gotten a LOT louder, almost for my ears. A thumping noise sounded through, followed by a cracking noise and a pained moan.

"....peter?"

No reply.

"Kid?"

No reply.

"Boss, the elevator won't last much longer. Peter also seems to have 3 broken ribs, one is close enough to puncture a long if he suffers an impact again."

That's it.

I turned away from the stairs, calling the iron man suit as I sprinted towards the closest door to the elevator. The suit enclosed itself around me, and I easily ripped the door off the wall. The sign read 'floor 75'

"Fri, what floor is peter on?"

"He seems to be on floor 27, but the elevator is beginning to move down again. You need to hurry, the pulley is nearly snapped and the pressure has already started to compress itself." On cue once again, Peters scream rung out though the suit, and the elevator let out a creak.

"M-mr stark?! T-the compartment s-seems to be caving in on itself. It's f-falling again sir, please help!"

"I know peter I'm coming! Just hold on one secon-" a noise like a whip interrupted me, and a resounding snap followed.

"Mr s-stark?"

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"Mr s-stark?" I cried out, hearing a dreaded snap. The elevator gave a terrible jolt, and then,

It fell.

"Peter!"

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Falling, falling, falling. I felt like I had been falling for ages, the compartment slowly crushing itself as the pressure became heavier.

Pain, pain, pain. So much pain. I knew I had broken at least 2 of my ribs, and I was sure one of them had punctured a lung, and with a sensory overload on top, it was complete hell.

And it just got worse.

Unimaginable pain flew through his whole body, the CRASH of the compartment sounding throughout the whole elevator. I barely let out a scream of pain, when the roof of the death trap came in, falling on top of me. I tasted copper, my vision swimming.

I was the warehouse again. The building had collapsed, the weight of the whole thing pounding down on my back. I couldn't breath. Blood rolled down my forehead, into a puddle just below me where my old mask lay.

Help

Please!

....someone?!

But no one came. I was going to die. And no one would know. No one would care.

And once again, possibly for the last time, his vision was submerged into darkness.

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"Peter!" I yelled out, the cable once holding the compartment up came flying past me. I instantly jumped into the dark tunnel, going as fast as I could towards the falling death trap.

I'm not going to make it

Yes I can

He's nearly at the bottom

I can make it-

He's going to die, and it'll be all. Your. Fault.

And that's what made me falter.

The crash of the impact made a huge noise, the roof instantly caving in. I shook myself, quickly continuing to fly down. I reached the crushed piece of metal, lifting it off.

Peters limp body lay on the floor, blood dribbling from his mouth, a pretty large piece of metal sticking from his leg.

But that wasn't what alarmed him.

The grey jumper he was wearing, was red. Blood seeped through, right on his chest, from his heart.

"No....."

"Sir, peter seems to be severely injured and needs treatment NOW." That woke me up, and I quickly flew down to him. I picked him up bridal style, trying to be careful not to shift his injuries. But even as he picked him up, peter didn't move. Didn't make a sound, didn't even flinch.

"F-Friday?"

"Yes?"

"C-can you scan him and see if he... is........"

"I'm sorry sir, but there is no pulse detected."

No pulse.

No heartbeat.

He was dead.

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Ok that was escalated rlly quickly.
I need to tell u, this was NOT what I originally planned for this. Originally, it was going to be one of those cliche field trip ones, but idk what happened my brain just went NOPE and suddenly this happened. (I will still write one of those at one point) So yea. I'm sorry. That was rlly Angsty. Please forgive me ;-;

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"Mr stark?"

A voice. A single voice, 2 words. 3 syllables. 7 letters.

And that was all it took for his hope to come back.

"Frida-"

"Sir, I have detected a pulse." I gasped, looking down at the body in my arms. Said body shifted.

Relief flowed through me, at the simple gesture.

But it wasn't over yet. Blood still seeped though his chest, and he had already lost to much. I flew upwards, still being cautious not to hurt him, and came out of the cursed tunnel. I once again ignored the looks, continuing flying up to the penthouse.

"Friday, I need you to tell Bruce to get his ass to the medbay now"

"Yes sir"

I was nearly there.

A left, a right, through a doorway-

I arrived. At record speed, I softly lay peter onto the bed, calling off the suit and going to Bruce.

"Tony, what happened, Friday told me th- is that a kid?" I nodded solemnly, getting annoyed.

"Don't have much time Bruce, so if you could hurry up the whole confused procedure it would be highly appreciated." He immediately snapped out of his dazed state, getting busy with all different tools.

"What are his injuries"

"I'm not sure entirely, I know he-"

"He is surrering from 5 broken ribs, collapsed lung, injury to his leg, internal bleeding, a concussion and his broken ribs have punctured his heart."

"Jeez, how is this kid alive?" Bruce shook his head, getting what he needed.

"I'll explain the full details later, all you need to know is; he's Spider-Man. He has an amazing healing factor, but I think he needs some help with this one"

"I think your right." He hooked him to an iv, and put a monitor on his heart. "There's barely even a pulse, I don't know if he can make it"

"He better make it. Do what needs to be done, I don't care what."

"Tony, he can most likely feel his injuries at the moment. Also if I do operate, if he wakes up during the procedure it would be too risky to put him out again. He would have to have an open heart surgery awake. I don't even have pain killers for a metabolism of his rate. it's highly likely he won't even make it-"

"Then get to work. I can't lose him. I can't"

"Fine. I'll need you to leave the mee room, I'll call you when I have new information." He smiled slightly, and began working.

I walked out of the room, sitting on the one waiting chair we had, and fell asleep.

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Peter had never felt like this before. It was like he was... floating, but sinking? He was underwater, but he could breathe. He didn't feel, he was numb. If he was awake or asleep he wasn't sure, dead or alive he didn't know. But he was ok with that.

But then, the feeling was interrupted. All of his feeling came back at once, almost giving him whiplash.

And he felt pain.

So much pain.

More than he had felt in the elevator, more than when he was being crushed by a building.

It was torture. Like a fire rushing through his veins.

What he wouldn't give to go back to the floating feeling, the cold but comforting numbness.

And his wish was granted, his vision leaving him all over again.

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It had been 3 days.

3 days since the 'incident'.

Peter still hadn't woken up.

Bruce said at one point during the surgery he did, but passed out less than a minute after. The surgery had gone well, he had managed to fix everything.

But peter still hadn't woken up. They weren't completely sure why, could be anything.

But still, Tony sat by his bedside each day.

And maybe, it would be paid off.

Because those words that he needed, the words he had hung onto like a lifeline, the words he knew he may never hear again, were said.

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"Mr stark"

Ha I probably had you there for a minute. I just couldn't leave it how it was, I felt mean bc of the last chap. So, I fixed it. Hope your happy.

This turned out wayyyyy longer than originally planned, like I said it's not even the storyline I was following.

But, I hope u enjoyed my little mistake.

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