(A/N thank all of you for 30 reads! I know it's not a lot for most people but I was just writing this for fun and never excepted to get over 10 reads. So thank you, enjoy the story.)

*3rd person POV*
Peter ran through the halls, he could hear the Some of the avengers feet pounding on the ground and the red of Wanda's powers illuminating the walls. Peter felt like he was underwater, all he could hear was a faint buzzing and the avengers calling out his name. He kept running until black dots clouded his vision and he fell limp onto the ground.

*Wanda's POV*
Me, Tasha, Clint and Tony were chasing Peter down the halls. I was using my powers to levitate so I was a couple of feet behind Peter, with Clint right behind me. I need to know where he is going to stop him from hurting himself, so I enter his mind. He feels light headed, I can tell, if he doesn't stop running he's gonna... THUMP.
I dropped to my feet and run to Peters weak body. I scooped him into my arms and cried, I felt Nat's presence next to me but I feel zoned out and my only concern was Peter, my baby brother. I snapped out of my trance when heard a panicky Clint yell: "Call Bruce!"

*Bruce's POV*
Pete wants to die. Pete wants to die.
That's  the only thing going through my mind at the moment. I was numb. That was until I heard a massive thump, followed by Clint yelling "call Bruce!"
I rushed to the med bay and called Tasha's cellphone to tell her to take Peter to the med bay. I got a IV and took it to one of the hospital beds and put a sheet over the mattress, just as I finished setting everything up, the doors burst open to see a group of terrified avengers.
Wanda had Peter floating in front of her, her eyes were full of pain and fear as she laid Pete gently on the bed.
"I need you all to stay outside for a moment." I said, walking to open the door. As I opened it another group of frantic people run in.
"WHERE IS THE SMALL MIDGAURDIAN SPIDER!" Thor boomed, hammer in hand.
The rest were in their suits, all ready to attack.
"Guys!" I yelled, pointing to peter in the bed. They all sighed in relief and lower their weapons. Pietro looked to Scott and made eye contact, then Scott sighed and asked why peter was in a hospital bed. I just looked at the floor, "He passed out, from stress, blood loss and sleep deprivation"

*Peters POV*
I woke up to yelling, the avengers yelling at each other, to be more specific. I tried to open my eyes but it was like the were glued shut.
My head felt fuzzy, but I could just hear Sam saying something about blood loss.
"Guys" I manage to say, my voice was scratchy and hoarse, but I didn't care. I had managed to open my eyes and I was attempting to prop myself up with my arm.
"мой маленький паук!" Natasha cried, engulfing me in a tight hug. I feel her tears stain my shirt, and I feel awful that it's my fault that auntie Tasha was felling like this.

*Scott's POV*
I watched as every avenger in turn went and hugged peter and whispered how much he means to them. I haven't know Pete for that long but he had really grown on me: Cassie loves him to, he does a lot of baby sitting for her.
Once everyone else had said something, I couldn't help myself but run to peter and wrap my arms around his tiny body.
"You will get through this, you are the strongest person I know." I whisper in Peter's ear as I felt his arms weakly hug me back.
"Thanks uncle Scott" Peter replies, a small smile on his face, this made me almost cry because I knew this smile was real.

(Hi! Sorry I haven't updated in a while I've been really busy with school and writing this story when I have time.
Thanks for staying patient and I hope you like this chapter!
- Kawaiiavenger <3)