AN!

THIS ISN'T AN OC ONE SHOT! THIS IS A TONY AND PETER ONE SHOT!

NO ROMANCE BETWEEN THE TWO IS EVER GOING TO HAPPEN!!

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ALSO NO JOKE, THE BOTTOM PART HAPPENED BETWEEN ME AND MY BF.

IN THE SITUATION, I'M PETER AND MY BF IS TONY! YOU'LL UNDERSTAND IT!

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Peter was swinging though Queens. Nothing out of the ordinary. Except Peter was on his way to fight a new bad-guy.

Her name was YN... she did go to Peter's school, and for a while, Peter had a crush on her. When her parents died because Peter couldn't get hold of them quick enough, YN was determined to make Spider-Man suffer. So far, she had made an anti-gravity pair of boots, meaning she could climb the walls like Peter could and made some gloves with adhesive. She had her own kinda web-shooters... they squirted a liquid that allowed her to stick to the walls, but came off her gloves when mixed with sodium.

So, in a way, Yn was the feminine evil Spidey... Peter was only like how he was through a genetic mutation. Yn created everything. If she wasn't a bad guy, then Peter would have loved to fight with her.

Anyway, currently she was trying to grab his attention by attacking the row of shops opposite his apartment. Peter knew she wouldn't stoop low enough to attack Aunt May because after her parents had died, May kinda took her in for a while. So, if Yn was even going to hurt May, that would be the day that she was beyond saving from her guilt.

Peter shot a web at his apartment roof and did a flip, landing smoothly on his feet in front of Yn, who smirked when she saw him. Her mask covered everything but her nose and mouth. "Spider-Man." She greeted. Even though they were enemies, Peter still respected her for not spewing his identity. Of course she knew. She saw the suit in his bag once. They knew who each other was, and that if one told, the other would squeal.

"Primñepisa," Peter greeted. She nodded. Primñepisa was Greek for Princess. Yn was Greek... or she liked it, Peter always got confused. Peter cracked his knuckles, "Let's get this over with."

Yn (Peter's just gonna call her Prim) shot some of her special liquid at him, trying to get him to stick. Peter dogged it and shot a web at her. It just bounced off. "Karen, what the hell? Why didn't my web stick to her?"

"I believe that she is using a chemical mixture similar to that of an anti-coagulant. Your webs will not stick to her, you will have to fight her in hand-to-hand combat."

Shit. How had she gotten... never mind. Prim obviously saw this as a distraction and shot her adhesive at him, catching his arm. His arm shot back. At first, Peter didn't feel anything... then came the pain.

When glue comes out of a gun, it's hot. Same applies to this current situation. The pain blinded him and he cried out, trying not to grasp his arm, knowing if he did that his hand would stick to the wound. The glue was slowing making his suit melt and Peter panicked.

"Karen... I need a web that stops thing or a cold web! I dunno!" Peter panicked. "Ok, fluid web activated." Peter frowned through the pain. He could see Prim getting ready for another shot, so he webbed off to the roof and clutched his shoulder, seeing as thats as close as he can get to his wound without touching it. "Karen," He panted, the pain more prominent now, "Whats a fluid web?" He asked, feeling dizzy. His skin was now smoking. "A fluid web is a normal web, but when it hits a surface, it goes to a more fluid solid. Like slime. If this goes on the adhesive, then it should stop the damage from spreading." Peter nodded, then sprayed it on his arm.

His vision went white. The pain was so strong, it knocked him back. When the tears left his vision, his Spidey-Sense went awole. The whole roof collapsed, taking Peter with it. He turned in the air and made the mistake of landing on his feet. Pain shot through his legs and he fell onto his back. Peter cried out and tried to blink away the stars that had appeared. He sat up and had a look on his ankle. Then turned on his side and threw up. He coughed against the taste and panted heavily.

His left ankle was floppy and moving at unnatural angles.

His right ankle was bent left wards on a perfect right angle.

Peter tried to move it back into place, but just made it worse pain-wise. Peter used his super-hearing to try and hear out for Prim's breathing. Hers always sounded different from others.. more laboured. Peter couldn't hear anything so he laid back.

"Karen... oh... call Mr... Mr Stark."

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Peter woke up and in pain. He winced and heard some shuffling. After a few moments of whispering, it died away. He opened his eyes. "Oh.. hey Miss'ark." Tony just raised his eyebrows. "You ok there kid?" Peter shifted and accidentally bumped his leg. He bit his cheek. "F-f-fine... ow." Tony just stared at him. "Ok.. my arm and leg hurt." Tony went to move his hand away from Peter's forehead and accidentally knocked Peter's arm. "AGH!" Peter clutched his shoulder and Tony flinched back. "Shit, are you ok?" Peter shook his head, tears brewing. "Ok, Peter. There's some painkillers on their way through the IV, it'll be a moment, but it will come. Come on, talk to me. Take your mind off it," Tony tried. Peter turned to him with tears in his eyes. "Well, we were in Chem and Ned managed to blow up the back half of the table we were on and then the teacher came over and asked, I was too busy laughing and then...oh...aw that feels good..." Tony raised an eyebrow. "No pain?"

"No pain." Peter grinned back, lazy. "You are as high as a kite right now, aren't you?"

"Are you callin me a kite, missa-ark?" Tony smirked. "Sure, kid." Peter frowned, "I'm i...i... ok." And then fell asleep.

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"No, Peter." Peter whined and fidgeted. "But Mr Stark!" Tony shook his head. "No. Bruce said not to leave the bed. So, no leaving the bed." Peter shifted again, an uncomfortable look on his face. "Why are you so desperate to leave the bed anyway? It's not like your gonna go out as Spidey, right?" Tony questioned, but Peter just bit his lip and shifted again. "Right?" He prompted. "No... I just..." Peter sighed, "Never mind."

Tony left it another few minutes when he got sick of Peter shifting. "Oh my, Peter, why are you shifting!? It's really annoying!" Peter looked surprised for a short moment then frowned, "Well, if someone let me leave my bed, then maybe I wouldn't be!"

"Why are you so desperate to leave anyway!?" Tony yelled, unable to control his anger. Peter's face shifted from discomfort, to petulance. "You really wanna know?! I need the loo!!" Peter panted, and shifted again. "Happy?" His face was beet red. Tony suddenly felt really stupid, but kept a stone mask on. He motioned to the thing coming out from Peter's bed and into a bag.

"You have a catheter... use it." Peter stumbled over his words and then his face went red. "Two things, one... can you look away then?" Tony did, albeit very embarrassed.

He tried not to hear the slight sigh of relief from Peter, or the sound that accompanied it as it left the tube and into the bag.

"You can look now." Tony turned back around and Peter still had an uncomfortable look on, but not as red. "Two... I can't use the catheter..." Tony frowned, "Why?" Peter winced.... "Cus it's not a pee..." Tony suddenly felt very stupid. "Um.. I'll carry you there. If you fall over, yell. I'm not going in there with you." Peter's face got very red. "Sure..." Tony lifted Peter up and out of the bed, careful to remember where the wires went and carried him to the bathroom. "I'll be in the room. Press the button on your watch if you need anything."

Peter nodded, very red faced. "ok... now...can you go? I've been waiting a while..."

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