Tony yawned as he looked at his watch and immediately began to rub his eyes. He was absolutely wore out and tired. Never did it occur to him that it had been so late at night. It was eleven pm and he was more than dog tired. It also struck Tony that Peter should be home by now. It seemed he was still out in the suit though. Tony frowned and grabbed his phone. He tapped on the contact that read, 'Underoos' . The phone began to ring. The billionaire then turned to see the city behind him in his big clean window.

"Hey, Mr. Stark!" Came the reply as the phone was answered.

"Kid, you should be home by now." He heard a grunt and that struck a pang in his chest. "Pete, you alright?"

"Oh, yeah, just . . . got a little knick in the side. I saw you were still awake and plan on coming to tell you to go to bed, sir." There was a smirk in there and Tony heard it. That didn't change the fact that Tony knew something was hurting on his kid.

"Alright, come on over. I want to check on you too." Peter agreed and the phone call was ended.

Not even three minutes had gone by when FRIDAY announced Peter was there. Tony went straight to the elevator to see Peter still in his spider suit with a darkened spot on his side that had a puncture through the suit and was showing skin and blood. The boy then took off his mask and was breathing heavily.

"Hey, Mr. Stark."

Tony frowned and lead the boy out of the elevator. He put an arm around the boys waist and threw the boys arm around his neck as he helped him.

"What happened?" Tony asked somewhat urgently.

"Th-Thug. He was trying to rob a woman. Stopped him, although, I didn't see the knife." Tony went eyes wide.

"Knife?!" Peter groaned at the scoff of his mentor.

"It was a small pocket knife." The two made it to the main room. Tony set Peter down and had FRIDAY hit the lights bright enough for him to see the wound.

"It's still a knife, kid. Take down your suit and tie it around your waist." Peter did as told without hesitation but whimpered as it jostled his wound.

"Alright kid. I swear I'm not ever gonna get any work done with you getting hurt all the time." Peter smiled but shouted when Tony poured cleansing alcohol on the wound. Tony cringed and shook his head at the noise.

"T-This is my work though." Tony smiled at the boy.

"I know Pete. I know."