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Pete Parker Stark had gotten off of school at the 3 o'clock and headed straight to Stark Tower before heading back out to start his usual, routine check of the city. He was somewhat tired, Pete and Tony had both stay up way past their bedtimes… well they had been up for two straight days now.
Pete swung around the streets of Queens like he always did; he was somewhere around Midtown and his usual sub shop that he visited just about every day. Pete was looking around for any trouble, however, he hadn’t found anything of suspicion and was considering calling it quits and going home but as of course. His Parker luck struck and a loud…
“Boom.” Sounded from the small bank down the street. Debris and other pieces laid all over the ground and the wall of the bank had been completely destroyed. Pete swung inside to see if there were any survivors.
People were held up against the right side of the bank and a gunman stood in front of the counter yelling at the clerk. “Give me the damn money!” She was hastily giving him as much money as she could, and the vault door has also been opened. Two other gunmen were telling the manager to hand the money over.
“Hey, It’s the Spider Kid!” The two men turned and looked back at the front of the bank. Pete was hanging from the ceiling and waved at the three.
“Hey guys, didn’t know it was Christmas.” The man rolled their eyes and one drew his gun and the others followed right behind. Pete let go a sigh and leapt from the ceiling towards the three. The man at the counter was first to fall, Pete landed a quick kick to the man’s lower jaw and he fell to the ground immediately.
Then the two others fired off shots that only just missed his right arm as he hurled a web towards the second one who had jumped over the counter of the bank. The web missed and landed on the wall behind the two.
The man smiled and fired a shot at the spider, which thanks to his spider sense he dodged and rolled over. Pete shot another web as the third man jumped behind the teller wall. He hid and only peeked his head out so he could aim the handgun at Pete.
He fired off three shots and missed once again, the men as always had stormtrooper aim. The thought made Pete smile as he got off task from the men in front of him. Then like a loud and fast-moving Void… A bullet penetrates the right side of his chest and he fell to the ground.
“Ow… now the funs ruined!” Pete yelled, mainly to keep his own sanity and his hopes high. Pete quickly webbed the third one, who had fired to a wall and then turned to face the second one who had a smile on his face.
“So… Spider Man, what do you value, catching the bad guy or the lives of the innocent.” A smile etched its way across the man’s face as he pulled a bomb from the side of his heavy black jacket. ‘Really, though it would be all money in that jacket.’ Pete was getting tired, really tired.
The gunman threw the bomb in the direction of the people who coward in a corner near the front. Pete’s eyes widened and he ran in front of the man, he grabbed the bomb as it flew through the air and pulled it close to his chest. Pete slowly swung out of the room and up to the top of the bank. Then… Then the bomb went off in his hands.
Pete fell back to the ground like a piece of rock. No one was there to catch him, and he hit the ground with a loud snap. His mind went blank and there was nothing… nothing but darkness and void.
The bank men ran out and jumped in whatever car they had taken and drove off. The police showed up seconds later and ran into the bank and began to escort all of the captives out to the street and those who needed medical attention were moved to the side for the paramedics. However, no one, no one went to the spider who laid in the center of a crowd of people. Some of the paramedics had blocked off the spider from the New Yorkers but no one touched him, no one helped.
Then like a sonic boom a suit of red and gold landed only feet from the spider. The man ran over quickly to the kid’s lifeless form. The suit opened as he neared, and the man looked like he had been in bed. His hair was a mess and his clothes looked to be wrinkled.
“Shit! Kido, you there, please be okay.” Tony ran to the kid and picked him up. He shook the kid, still nothing, no response. Tony began to fear the worst and tears fell from the man’s eyes.
“Please be okay… Please, I… need you to be okay, I can’t lose you… I can’t lose my son.” Tony eyes tear up more as he walked over to the suit quickly and stepped back inside. He picked Pete up bridal style and flew back to the tower as fast as he could.
Tony landed in the medical wing of the avenger’s floor. Bruce was already there with a team of high-level med employees. He nodded to Tony and took the kid for immediate surgery. Tony sat down outside the operating room and the Avengers filed in one by one. Pepper was the first there, in fact she was already there. Steve, and Nat came only a few minutes later, Nat had tears falling from her eyes.
Hours passed, the days passed, it all became a blur for Tony. He didn’t know anymore, he had damn near lost his son and he was not about to actually lose the kid. He was grounded, or at least barred from doing anything that dangerous for a long time.
The kid made a full recovery after a week, he suffered from broken ribs, and he had third degree burns on most of his body and his hands had both been broken into hundreds of pieces. He was lucky to be alive and he was grateful for the chance to see everyone again because… otherwise all he could see was an endless void of nothingness.