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Totally crushed it! Life was going well for Peter Parker, Spider-Man had most of the public's support thanks to his non stop vigilantism, his warm cozy house (abandoned building) had no more leaky roof issues, and most importantly he had just done brilliantly in his barista job interview.
He giddily walked through the wooden door frame of the shop out into the street, smiling at the small cling of the doorbell announcing his departure.
Before leaving he just had to take one more glance at the avengers tower skyscraper, a towering mass of steel and awesomeness. Much to Peter's delight, the logo was lit and he had to crane his neck all the way up to see it properly.
Man what he wouldn’t give to meet his heroes, but alas Spider-Man was but a friendly neighborhood vigilante. With a deep sigh he swished around to make his way back to his ‘house’.
Ducking into an alleyway to start his walk home he wistfully daydreamed of his heroes.. Captain America announcing; “The Avengers would be honored to present Spider-Man with a Medal of Honor for his courageous”-
Clang!
The sound of metal hitting metal sharply pulled him out of his daydream as he rapidly swerved around to find the source of the sound.
What the? Peter would recognize the Iron Man suit anywhere! What on earth was he doing falling on top of a dumpster in an alleyway?
“Hello? Mr.Iron Man sir? Are you alright?” Peter nervously called out, approaching the now heavily indented dumpster with Iron Man still on top of it.
No reply came from the man, leading Peter to assume he must have gotten knocked out cold by the fall. He could leave right now, surely the billionaire would be all right. I mean he was Iron Man for christ's sake, Peter was more than a bit star struck at that fact.
He definitively shook his head, he was Spider-Man! He couldn’t just leave the man here, even if he was not in his Spider-Man suit.
“Alright, come on.” He whispered to himself to psych him up, he grabbed the cold metal of the Iron Man suit and used every ounce of his enhanced strength to pull Iron Man to the admittedly incredibly dirty alley wall floor.
Welp. He hoped he wasn’t too snobby about getting dirty. Now what? He sat Iron Man up against the wall but he still seemed to be out cold. Peter couldn’t see his condition through the iron mask.
Well shoot, he needed to get that off quickly. He shook the man's head lightly and grasped around for some sort of button, latch, something to open the mask.
Tampering detected, tampering detected!
An electric voice came from the suit as a screen lit up in the suit’s arm with a red alarm.
“No, no, no, no! No tampering, no tampering detected!” He quickly glanced around if anybody had heard, but they were entirely alone in the alleyway.
He released a relieved breath and brought the screen to his face.. He was a pretty good coder. Maybe he could use the screen to open the suit?
A full minute later Peter had managed to get into the system with authorization. A triumphant smile lifted on his face as he managed to release the suit from the man as it opened up leaving Tony Stark half enveloped in it.
”Yes! Okay, now what?” Peter asked himself, then he zeroed in on a bloody patch on Mr. Stark's leg, it seemed a piece of the suit must have malfunctioned and stabbed him in the thigh. That had to be why he fell.
Alright. That was fine, Peter could deal with that, Spider-Man got stabbed all the time! Not so nice when it happened, but at least he had plenty of experience.
He applied pressure to the wound, luckily or unluckily the metal piece that was stabbing him had retracted with the rest of the suit when Peter unlocked it.
Blood was sluggishly flowing from the wound and Tony Stark didn’t seem to have a first aid kid with him. Shoot.
Okay, that’s fine, so all Peter needed to do was call for help. Keeping one hand on the wound he pulled the suit's arm back and looked at the screen again. Exiting from the suit control screen, there did seem to be a way to contact people on this.
Except, of course, all the contacts had wonky names. Wonderful. ‘Bird Man’, ‘Spider Lady’, who was he supposed to call?
Scrolling some more he found, ‘Captain Obnoxious’, perfect. Now he just had to call what he assumed to be Captain America, easy. He just needed to do it without fainting from excitement at that prospect.
With a deep breath in, he hit the call button, on the third ring came the very recognisable voice.
“Tony? Did something happen?” The voice seemed to come from the head of the suit, he hoped it would be able to pick up his own voice.
“Hello? Captain America sir? I found your friend in an alleyway. He was stabbed I think, well he stabbed himself I guess, I don’t know. Just, he’s hurt and he needs help, can you like come get him maybe?” His voice was wavering with unsteady nervousness, but he pushed through.
“Who is this.” Captain America's voice didn’t sound too friendly anymore, oh god, oh my god the Captain America was mad at him!
“Nobody! Well, somebody but I swear I didn’t hurt him. I found him like this, well he found me, as in, he fell out of the sky next to me. Please don’t be mad at me, I swear it wasn’t my fault! Can you track his suit? Mr. Iron Man needs medical attention, like, well five minutes ago,” He rambled on, only attempting to make the situation better, not too sure he was doing that great of a job.
“I’m on my way, do not move.” Captain America replied and the other line went silent. Deflating with relief he slumped down and took a deep breath. He could do that.
”Who the fuck are you?” Peter's head snapped up, his spidey sense going haywire as he stared into the now very open eyes of the Tony Stark.
Peter's mouth fell open, and he closed it again, gaping like a fish. “Hello Mr. Iron Man, Tony Stark sir!” He exclaimed instantly sitting up on guard.
“Did you fucking stab me?! What the hell is going on?” Tony Stark did not seem too happy about his current predicament.
Oh god Tony Stark thought he had stabbed him. “No! No, definitely not! I- I was just walking home and you sorta fell out of the sky, and you were unconscious! So I wanted to make sure you weren’t, like, dead so I just used your cool wrist screen on the suit to detach it from you. I swear that’s all, your suit was like stabbing you, I don't know what happened, you must’ve fallen out of the sky because of that,” Peter nervously exclaimed, before Tony could reply he continued, “Oh! I also called Captain Obnoxious for you, I mean Captain America! I mean Mr. Captain America! I would never call him obnoxious of course- You did! Not that that’s bad that you did I mean! Well yeah he’s on his way to get you medical help. So, yeah.” He finished, looking at Tonys bewildered expression.
“What the fuck kid?” That earned him a scowl from Peter, he was 16 jeez, rude much. Never meet your heroes he guessed. “I’m so confused how on earth did you even get my suit open, that’s encrypted!” Tony exclaimed, already exasperated with the entire situation.
Peter flushed red, “I am so sorry to tell you this, like actually so sorry, but it wasn’t really that hard.” He regretfully answered.
Tony grasped his head, the worst part is the kid genuinely sounded sorry about it. That’s a blow to the old ego.
Tony leveled Peter with a glare that had the kid flinching, “Well what does a 12 year old know anyway? You tell anybody about this and I will personally hunt you down, you hear me.” Now that got the kid to finally click his mouth shut, not that he looked happy about it. A small curl of satisfaction came in Tony's stomach, except, not without a dose of guilt.
Well for all Tony knew this ‘kid’ was a hydra spy, why should he be sorry?
“Well it was just lovely to meet you, but I should go before your help, I so graciously called for you, arrives.” Peter stood up and dusted himself off. His voice was dripping with venom now, but can you blame him? He stopped to help his personal hero and all he did was threaten him. Should Tony Stark go digging on him it could ruin his carefully built life. It was not so easy being a 16 year old homeless vigilante, a high school student, and holding down a part time job, which he needs a new one of after being fired.
Life is hard, he didn’t care that Tony had just been stabbed, it was still rude to threaten him.
The blood loss was now creating a pounding headache for Tony and the pain in his thigh was quickly becoming unbearable as the adrenaline from the fall faded more and more. He was much too proud to reply as he stared at the back of the kids head while he walked out of the alleyway.
What a strange interaction.