Wrong number :/~~Spider-Man

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I feel like I need to call TW for this one too......

Before you guys read, just know that I am sincerely apologizing for this one. Like, actually.

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"I'm telling him, Tony" Stephen announced, exiting the med bay Peter had been left in.

Tony sat outside, fiddling with a screwdriver in his hands. He perked up when Stephen exited.

"Is he alright?"

"He's fine. I am telling him about Harley, though. The kid made it out of surgery, but I am not leaving until Peter knows"

"I just don't want him to—"

"He's going to be even worse if we wait and you know it" Stephen pushed, trying to make the argument as short as possible.

"But what if it doesn't? He would understand" Tony didn't want to have to see the kid break anymore. He already felt himself cracking.

"We can't keep relying on his trust in us for these kinds of thing, Tony, you know that," he opened his arms up, inviting Tony in for a hug. "If you need to sit out here, then I understand, but he just spent the last half hour just talking about that boy and what shit they've gotten in together. I need to.."

Tony just head butted Stephen's shoulder, accepting the hug invite.

They sat like that for a moment.

"Let's get him some food while we do it. He wasn't looking to hot back there" Tony muttered.

He just wanted to stall. That much was obvious, but Stephen let it slide because of how sickly Peter actually did look.

"Alright" he agreed.

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Peter's phone was in smitheries. He didn't have any way to contact any of his friends.

Part of him worried if any of them had gotten caught up in the explosion. Now that would be proof that the universe had it out for him.

Peter laid back on the bed, debating between trying to sleep or waiting up for Stephen to come back like he said he would. Peter was too tired to really decide consciously, but his body seemed just fine with nodding off.

It didn't last long before he heard the click of the door. He didn't move from his spot, blinking slowly.

Stephen and Tony joined him at the bedside, where Peter was pretty sure he was going to be staying for the rest of his life at that point. The two do them had brought in some grub, having it laid out on the table for any of them to grab if needed.

Tony and Stephen sat on opposite sides of Peter. He didn't acknowledge their existence, drowsiness hitting him like a bus. Tony almost commented on it before Stephen spoke up.

"Effects of the spell and the healing process. He's fine Tony" Stephen informed, not wanting his husband to stress out more than he already was.

Everyone knew Peter was absolutely not fine, but all that anyone was doing right now was scraping the bottom of the barrel for hope. He wanted to appreciate it.

Another moment of silence followed, no one really being sure what to say.

"Do you guys want to watch me sleep or something..?" Peter tried joking, his hand rubbing against one of the IV's on his arm for helping his pain.

Tony let out a weary snort, sounding closer to a sob if anything. Peter glanced over in concern, watching the man dip his head down in his hands to the mattress.