An-Peter has a prosthetic after a car crash and moves into the tower with Tony after May goes into a coma, the team want to know how he got the prosthetic but he won't tell them

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Tony jumped when the elevator opened and he heard the sound of Peter throwing his backpack across the room into the wall, thankfully he didn't leave a hole. Peter stomped past the team and right into the lounge room, curling his fingers into fists, resting them on his knees as he tried not to punch something. Tony had never ever seen the look on his face before, it was full of so much anger and pain. If he was honest Tony was scared. He watched as Peter rolled his jaw and closed his eyes in the effort to even out his erratic breathing.

"I am going to kill Flash," Peter said. By the tone of his voice he actually meant it. Tony was taken aback and calmly sat across from Peter.

"Okay, and why's that?" Tony asked carefully. Petr opened his eyes, which softened slightly when he saw Tony. Peter flexed the prosthetic, he hated it honestly, all he could ever associate it with was the accident and May.

"He followed me to the hospital when I visited May last and got a video of me talking to her. It's everywhere, all over Instagram, Snapchat, Facebook, Reddit, Pinterest, everywhere." Peter took in a sharp breath, "I swear to fucking god I'm going to fucking kill him." Peter said calmly.

"We both know you wouldn't actually kill him, Pete. He's an asshole, granted. And he deserves to be killed, but you would never." Tony said. Peter huffed, pressing his palms into his eyes, forcing himself to see stars.

"I can take when he makes fun of my prosthetic or the car crash. But the second he brings May into this I can't just let it go. She's in a coma for fucks sake! Can't he have a shred of decency?!" Peter said, standing up from the couch to pace around the room.

"If I'm not allowed to kill minors then you aren't either," Tony said firmly. Peter glared at him, now pacing on the ceiling.

"Yeah well, this one fucking deserves it," Peter said, crossing his arms and sitting cross-legged on the ceiling. Tony sighed, he was obviously pouting, and Tony hated it when Peter pouted.

"Kid please don't pout, come down from the ceiling and I'll take you to the gym. I put some new protocols into the training bots." Tony aid, gaining Peter's attention.

"The ones that are faster?" Peter questioned hopefully, slowly walked down the ceiling.

"Yeah, and I made them more durable," Tony said, a pleased smile making its way onto his face as Peter touched the ground, walking over to Tony.

"I'm sorry for screaming at you, and I'm sorry for worrying you." Peter said, hugging Tony quickly before making his way out of the room, "I'll tell you how good the bots are after I test them out!" Peter shouted from the hallway. The team watched a content smile made its way onto his face, his gaze still on where Peter fled the room. Tony sighed, picking up Peter's bag and making his way to his room.

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Peter came rushing into the room with a bright smile on his face, sitting down between Bucky and Tony.

"The bots are great Mr Stark! They're definitely almost there! One of them clipped me, and one of them almost got me down!" He said as he put food on his plate. Tony threw a disgusted look his way.

"And you didn't think about showering before you came down to dinner?" Tony asked, looking at Peter's sweat-soaked T-shirt.

"Nope," Peter said. He sat back down with a smile on his face and frowned at his metal hand, he turned to Tony and looked him in the eye, "Can you help me take the prosthetic off, I just kind of don't want it on right now." Peter asked awkwardly, usually, the team wouldn't be around when he asked Tony to help him.

"Sure kid, move your chair closer." Peter nodded moving closer and sighing in content when the arm came off easily. Tony handed it to him awkwardly, a grin spread onto Peter's face.

"Anyone need a hand?" He asked. Everyone groaned around him.

"Put the damn arm down and eat your food. I've had just about enough of your puns." Tony said, making Peter roll his eyes, but ran off to put the arm in his room. He came back quickly and started eating his food, basically choking on it.

"Slow down kid you'll choke," Bucky said from next to him.

"Will not, just haven't eaten since lunch," Peter said, putting a second serving on his plate.

"You gotta stop doing that Pete," Tony said, cringing when Peter fumbled with his fork and dropped it. Peter sighed picking it up again, he wasn't right-handed so it was hard to do things without the arm. Tony adjusted his grip on the fork for him.

"There you go, hold it like that and you should be good," Tony said Peter's face scrunched up as he did what Tony told him, muttering under his breath. Tony sighed, going back to his food.

"Say, Pete, who made your arm?" Bucky asked form beside him.

"Shuri, the same one that made your arm. Tony contacted her when I lost my arm. Although Tony has to fix it a lot because I damage it a lot." Peter shrugged going back to his food. Bucky nodded, satisfied with his answer. Tony noticed Steve slowly putting his fork down out of the corner of his eye.

"Why won't you tell us how you lost your arm? Even Bucky's told us how he lost his arm." Steve said. Even Bucky froze beside Peter, who looked up at Steve, calmly putting his fork down.

"Because, Captain. I'm not obligated to tell you what you don't know." Peter said bluntly

"But what's so bad about how you lost your arm that you won't talk about it?" Sam said. Peter turned to look at him, his gaze hardening.

"Because Sam, the same thing that lost me my arm put my Aunt in a coma. And because of this." Peter said, quickly pulling out his phone and scrolling for a moment before slamming it down on the table in front of Sam and Steve. Peter fled the room as the team leaned over the phone in curiosity, it was a video. Tony cringed, he stopped Steve's hand so he could explain.

"One of Peter's classmates took the video. Peter goes every couple of days to visit his aunt in the hospital. He never lets anyone come with him. He must have followed Peter, I'm already working on getting the video removed." With that Tony allowed Steve to click play.

They watched from somewhere in the corridor as Peter walked into the room and put his bag down beside the bed in the room. The room was decorated with pictures and flowers, and a middle-aged woman was lying in the bed. Peter was pulling something out of his bag and standing up with it.

"Hey May! Sorry, I couldn't come by yesterday, had a massive test I had to cram for. I've been practising this new braid in MJ's hair, I got some new scrunchies. MJ said you would like them." Peter was shuffling around her bed, sitting her up and placing a basin under May's head.

"Freeda, the nurse on today said she didn't have time to wash your hair today, so I guess there's a first time for everything," Peter said, already starting the water. He hummed lightly as he proceeded washing her hair.

"MJ says hi. She and I are going good, we had our six month anniversary the other day. I took her to the art museum, and gave her that Necklace I was telling you about, she said she likes it. She wore it to school today and everything. Oh, and she stole my hoody, I think it looks better on her though. Everything looks better on MJ." Peter said, rinsing her hair out.

"I aced the algebra test the other day, I got one hundred per cent. Flash went off at me for it, like he always does. Oh! And I stopped thirty-six muggings in the last two weeks, and seventeen molestations, and ten attempted rapings. I even stopped a drug bust! It was that massive one on fifth street that the NYPD called me in for." Petet was now drying her hair, a wide smile on his face.

"Mr Stark says he's gonna update those robots in the training rooms so that they can keep up with me. They're really cool though, they're already almost perfect. Mr Stark even let me take one of them apart, they're amazing May! I've never seen anything like them, they're so complex. Although everything Mr Stark shows me is complex and amazing. He says he might help me build an R2D2." Peter now expertly braiding her hair, still smiling softly.

"Mr Stark fixed up my arm the other day when I crushed it accidentally. I was wringing my hands so much I crushed it, he almost killed me for it, apparently, he had to explain to T'challa how I managed to crush vibranium in my hands. T'challa was fine though, laughed it off and sent the shipment over. Shuri and I are still in contact, we face timed the other day for a while. We are making lightsabers together." Peter finished off the first braid and started on the second.

"I think I'm doing ok, I've been taking my arm off a lot more. Mr Stark still has to help me do a lot of things, and I'm getting better at a lot of things. I've been getting better with the arm, I don't hate it as much. Ned got me a couple of StarWars magnets for it, I put them on. I guess they help me not associate it with the car crash. And I can get into cars now, so that's good, I don't have to go everywhere on my bike now." Peter sighed, tying off the next braid.

The video cut off there.

Peter walked back into the kitchen, leaning on the doorframe, watching the team. They looked up with their mouths open, Peter was looking at the floor when he started talking.

"I'd just gotten my license, it was my first time driving without my L's. May let me put on my Panic! At the Disco playlist, and everything was going fine. Until a drunk driver T-boned the car, and my arm got pinned. May got a head injury and fell into a coma after her surgery. They couldn't save my arm." Peter looked up at the briefly, most of them had looks of shock on their faces.

"Until a few days ago I couldn't get into a car, and I still can't listen to Panic! Anymore. I can't be in loud places because I have flashback and panic attacks. And it took me ages to be able to even look at what as left of my arm. I didn't tell you guys because I still don't talk about it, I can't really. I'm still scared." Peter said, walking forward slowly to sit back in his original spot.

"I don't talk about it because stuff like that happens. I can't go back to my old apartment because all I can see is her and pray that she's gonna come out of that coma. She's all I have left and now I don't know what to do. They say that talking to her and interacting with her will help with her brain activity, but um, she's been in that coma for almost a year now. They're saying I have to start considering whether I want to pull the plug or not." Peter said the last part quietly. Tony jumped up from his seat to hug Peter fiercely, who just buried his head into his shoulder, sniffling a little.

"Why didn't you tell me Underoos?" Tony asked softly.

"I was so scared, I just told them I needed to think about it. I don't want to let her go Mr Stark." Peter cried into his shoulder.

"How about this Underoos, we'll talk about it when you're ready. How about tomorrow when you go to see May we come with you." Tony said, running a hand through Peter's curls.

"I'd like that."

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Peter sat holding May's hand in the room. Tony had a hand on Peter's shoulder, ad Natasha had her head on her shoulder. The whole team was sitting around May's bed, Pete was crying, the doctors had spoken to him again about taking her off life support, her heartbeat was still steady and she wasn't on breathing help, but she still wouldn't wake up. Peter thought he was imagining it when he saw May's eyes flutter, and her hand twitch.

"Did anyone else see that?" Peter said breathlessly. Tony nodded, surging forward to stand over May. Her eyes opened slowly and her gaze flickered around the room, finally landing on Peter. He jumped up and pressed the call button. When he shouted to her that he was waking up countless nurses and doctors came rushing into the room.

When the doctors had finished explaining Peter pulled May into a bone-crushing hug. He was sobbing into her shoulder, May chuckled before patting him on the back.

"I thought you were never going to wake up!" Peter pulled back to look at her face, "You're actually awake! You're blinking and talking!" He exclaimed, a grin splitting across his features.

"I am Petey-Pie I am." She said softly. Any other time Peter would have cringed and rolled his eyes at the name, but he couldn't remember a day going by where he didn't wish May would call him that again. Peter just hugged her again, when he pulled back next May had tears in her eyes.

"I remember everything. Everything you said, everything you bought. God you came every week just to do my hair?" She questioned incredulously. Peter nodded, sniffing loudly.

"Knew how much you hated it when your hair wasn't tidy," Peter said. May rolled her eyes before drawing him into another hug, she looked over Peter's shoulder at the team, who were surveying the scene with tears in their eyes, "Get in here."