A/N: Okay, I know I'm like 'I'll post requests and update the Stony story, but first I wanted to share a little story I wrote based off of  Spiderstan_ 's AU on Instagram.  Go check them out!  I swear I'll update other things.  But also go check out my non - fanfic story!

"I'm sorry, Peter."

"What are you talking about? That thing hasn't even touched me yet!" Peter flipped over the Vulture's wings as they flew right towards him. This guy was crazy, even if he was Liz's dad.

"True." Vulture shrugged. "Then again, wasn't trying to." He started walking out of the building, a smug smile on his face.

Peter looked around. His eyes widened when he realized the path the wings had taken. All the columns holding up the building had been broken by the wings. All except for one. His jaw dropped as he saw the wing break through the column. He did his best to run, but it was too late.

Bits of the ceiling dropped down onto him. He felt the whole force of the building drop onto him, mainly on his leg and arm. He let out a scream and tried his best not to pass out as the debris continued to rain down on him.

The dust began to settle and Peter lifted his head as much as he could, trying to register what just happened. Debris moved until his head was free. A building had just fallen on him. He immediately let out a scream.

"Help!" He yelled, tears pricking at his eyes. "Help, I can't feel my arm and leg! Please! I'm down here! I'm down here."

He let out a sob. It was useless. No one could hear him. He was trapped under mountains of debris.

"Mr. Stark!" Peter yelled, knowing there was no way that Tony could hear him. He didn't even know where Tony was. "Mr. Stark! Help!" He didn't have his actual suit, so he didn't have a way to get in contact with him. He was on his own.

He looked into the puddle on the ground below him, his mask in the puddle and his face reflecting back. The words Mr. Stark had said days before flashed into his mind. If you're nothing without this suit, then you shouldn't have it.

Peter took a deep, shaky breath. "Cmon. Cmon Spider-Man. Cmon Spider-Man!" He did his best to lift up the debris with the arm he could still feel. He gritted his teeth as the debris on top of him slowly lifted up a small amount. He tried to push himself out of it, ignoring the severe pain. He did his best to launch himself out of the debris pile.

He managed to crawl out of the pile, the building resettling. He looked at his numb arm and leg and immediately looked away. They were crushed. They were practically gone. The blood and bone... He was going to puke. He looked around frantically for some way to get in contact with someone. His mind immediately went to Mr. Stark. He loved May, but she would panic, which would make Peter panic even more than he already was. Granted, Mr. Stark would panic as well, and May would panic later, but Peter trusted Mr. Stark to be able to help.

He saw a pay phone nearby and began crawling over, tears streaming down his cheeks. He was glad that no one was walking down that street or it might just cause them nightmares. He made it there and struggled to stand up. For once, he had some luck and saw a quarter on top of the pay phone.

Leaning against the box to keep him standing, he inserted the coin and then dialed in the number before grabbing the phone and holding it between his shoulder and his ear.

"Please pick up, please pick up," he muttered, looking out at the sky. Vulture was heading for Mr. Stark's moving day jet and he couldn't let that happen.

"Hello?" Happy's unenthusiastic voice answered, causing Peter to give a sigh of relief.

"Happy, it's me, Peter. I just-"

Happy groaned. "Look, kid, I don't have time for this. Your friend already called me earlier, and I know that you-"

"Happy! I just got a building dropped on me by a vulture guy! My arm and leg is crushed! I'm about to pass out! The Vulture is about to attack your moving day jet!"

There was silence on Happy's end. "I'll tell Tony and send some men to the jet." Then he hung up.

Peter nodded. It was done. He smiled before falling over. He was phasing in and out of consciousness.

He didn't know how long he had been there on the ground. He blacked out so many times he had lost track. Eventually, he heard something landing a few feet away from him.

"Peter!" He recognized Mr. Stark's voice. Soon, he saw Tony looking down at him, the face part of his suit gone. There was a look of horror on his face.

Peter coughed. "Vulture. He- he- your jet- "

"I know, Happy told me," Tony assured Peter. "I've got people on the job right now."

Peter shook his head. "I need to help-"

"Oh there's no way that's happening." Tony grabbed Peter gently and held him bridal style. He closed his face mask. "You're coming to the tower. Now."

Before Peter could object, he felt consciousness leave his body.

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"Pepper, it's my fault! If I hadn't taken his suit, this wouldn't have happened!"

"Tony, don't go blaming yourself! There's nothing you could have done."

Peter's eyes began to open slowly. He was in what looked like a bed in the Avengers facility medical bay. He saw Tony sitting beside the bed with his head in his hands. Pepper was standing behind him, hands on his shoulders. When she saw Peter was awake, she tapped Tony's shoulder.

Tony looked up and put on a smile when he saw Peter was awake. "Pete. You're awake. Oh thank goodness."

Peter looked around and immediately regretted looking down. His arm and leg were gone. They were clean off. He looked up at Tony, pure horror in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Pete. There was nothing I could do." Tony wore a look of self-disappointment. "But we did manage to stop the Vulture."

Peter nodded, in shock. He was staring at where his arm would be. It couldn't be. It just couldn't be. Tears pricked at his eyes.

Tony wrapped his arms around Peter tenderly. "I'm so sorry. It's my fault. If I hadn't taken away your suit..."

"I don't blame you, Mr. Stark. It's not your fault. It's my fault. I got in over my head. I thought that I could handle it."

"You didn't know a building was going to drop on you. Pete, this isn't your fault."

"It's neither of your faults," Pepper said, shaking her head and looking between the pair. "we've called May and she should be getting here shortly, Peter. You've been out for more than a day. She's been worried about you. Well, really, we all have."

Peter had completely forgotten about May. He ran a hand through his hair. "Oh frick, I forgot about May. She's gonna be so panicked, and I'll be so panicked and... and..."

"Deep breaths, Pete." Tony rested a hand on Peter's good shoulder. "It'll be okay. We'll make sure it's okay."

Peter nodded. His mind was going a mile a minute. He still couldn't process everything. How was he supposed to be Spider-Man now? What about Ned? What would he think about all this? Wade? Everyone at school??

The door opened quickly and Aunt May rushed into the room. Her hands went to her mouth when she saw Peter.

"Er... hi." Peter rubbed the back of his neck.

"Oh... my... gosh." She rushed over to him and hugged him tightly. "Peter! How did this happen? How on earth could this have happened?" She looked over at Tony, giving him a look. Not necessarily an accusational look, but more of a look of confusion and shock.

Peter glanced at Tony. I guess this was the time to tell her.

"Well, May, um, I'm kind of... Spider-Man."

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"Pete?" Tony asked from the other room. "You wanna come here for a minute?"

Peter grabbed his crutches. "Sure, have the kid with no leg come to you. Sounds good."

"Yeah, that makes sense. Stay there, I'll come out to you." Peter set his crutches back down and soon Tony came around the corner, holding something behind his back.

Peter tried to peek. "What you got there?"

"Just you wait, Pete." Tony laughed and set the things down where Peter couldn't see, causing Peter to pout.

Tony sat in front of Peter on the coffee table. "Pete. I want you to know that I'm proud of you. I'm proud that you have gotten through this. It hasn't been that long, but it's still hard. The fact that you have gotten through it mentally and physically. I can tell it's been hard. And it's been hard because of the whole not having prosthetics yet."

Peter didn't know what to say. He smiled wide. "Wow. Thank you, Mr.Stark." Mr. Stark was proud of him...

"Yeah, don't thank me just yet." He went behind the other couch where he had set the things. "Consider your prosthetic search over."
Tony pulled out a Stark Industries prosthetic arm and leg.

Peter gasped. "Really?" He bounced as Tony brought them over.

"Yep. Vibranium adamantuim platinum. As soon as we realized we couldn't save them, I got to working on this. Might or might not have stayed up for three days straight to work on it."

"And see the arm?" He held it up and showed off what was on the wrist. "Web shooters."

"Mr. Stark, I don't know what to say..." he looked at the leg and arm and then back at Tony.

"Don't say anything. Let me help you get it on."

Peter nodded, excited. He did his best to hold still as Mr. Stark grabbed his needed equipment and began to attach them. He looked at the leg as Tony secured it.

"Okay," Tony said as he finished up. "Try to move it."

Peter concentrated on the leg and worked on flexing it. He looked up at Tony, Tony giving him a reassuring smile. He offered Peter his hand.

Peter grabbed Tony's hand and did his best to stand up. His legs were shaking.

"It's okay, I've got you," Tony assured him. Peter nodded. He took a step with his good foot, holding onto Tony.

"You got it. You got it."

Peter took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He managed to take another step forward.
"See, you did it!"

Peter opened his eyes and looked at his legs. "I did it!" He grinned.

Tony nodded. "You did! Come on, let's get your arm on now."

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"Come on, Pete. Just try one more time."

Peter hesitated, both his prosthetic arm and his normal arm holding onto the bar in front of him. He had been walking for sixteen years, why should this be any different? And yet, it was like learning to walk again.

Peter took a few steps, keeping his hands firmly on the rod.

"Good, Peter! You're doing great with your Bambi legs!"

Peter kept his eyes on his legs, both proud of himself and worried he would fall. Again.

"Come on, Pete. Walk over to me."

Peter nodded. He slid his hand against the rail as he put one foot in front of the other. He didn't look up from his feet until he was more than halfway across. Tony was at the end, arms outstretched.

Peter dropped his hand from the rod. He stumbled the rest of the way until he was wrapped in Tony's arms. This had been the first time he did it without falling or Tony helping.

"Thank you," Peter muttered into Tony's shoulder. "Thank you for this."

"Don't even mention it. You deserve the best. You didn't deserve this all to happen to you, so I'm trying to help you as much as I can."

Peter looked at his prosthetic limbs. It hadn't been that long, but he knew that he could get used to it. He would, with Tony's help.

Peter Parker doesn't give up. Spider-Man doesn't let anything get in his way. He always finds a way to get back up.