"Friday, don't-" Peter was cut off with a cough.
Tony hated that. He really did. Even though he knew Peter was fine and probably off having the time of his life right now, he hated hearing sounds like that. It always reminded him of the crap he refused to control, and the care he'd be too afraid to give.
He sat and listened for a bit, waiting for the whole 'secret part' to come up.
"Running diagnosis. Please remain seated where you are. Doors will be lock in code order of Escaping Idiot if you attempt to leave the scanning area, per Pepper's request." It was silent for a moment.
"Diagnosis complete. Peter, I would advise calling someone in the building. Your Touch Receptors have been inflating. All of the injuries on your body, including the Bruised Ankle, the Large cut on your upper back, the Large cut on your lower back, The small cut on your arm, The small cut on your arm, the Small cut on your arm, the Small cut on your arm, totaled up to 17 total cuts, thirteen Small Bruises, and four Large bruises across your entire body to reach the point of Mechanical Allodyna. For big word for small brain protocol, website www.medicalnewstoday.com reads 'Mechanical allodynia: Movement across the skin causes mechanical allodynia. For instance, bedsheets pulled across a person's skin may be painful.'. I would strongly advise calling someone, even if absent from the vicinity"
Exquese moi?
Dost thine ears deceive thyself?
Was Tony actually considering the pros and cons of murder over someone that might not exist?
What sort of tom-fuckery was this??
Who the hell did that to Peter??
"I'm good, p-please just give me a minute" he heard Peter's whisper.
Excuse the excessively strong French, but who in the fuckethly fuckerooni fuck fuckery frick fuck-
"Peter, your heart rate is elevated greatly, and the content in your stomach sits in front of you. By reading your sweat levels and what seems to be a Panic Attack, I infer that this incident was caused by your body asking for help to relieve stress. If you do no call someone, I will have to call the last messaged person in your contacts, per Pepper Pot's 'Stubborn Idiot 2' protocol."
He wasn't as surprised at Peter's answer as he thought he'd be. It's basically the PG version of his own plead of solitude in moments like these.
"I said I'm good, ple—ease don't call anyone.."
"Stubborn Idiot 2' has been activated. Calling Tiny Snark. Peter, I ask that you eat more as well, skipping meals is unhealthy and you seem to have an exceptional metabolism. That is not something to live irresponsibly with. Your body demands much more food than average, you cannot risk a day going hungry."
He expected to hear May's voice next, maybe that best friend guy's. A classmate or something. Someone who Peter was close with.
Not his own voice.
"Peter?"
"I'm so sorry mister Stark, I was chatting with Friday and accidentally called you, I'm almost done I swear. Give me a minute or two I'll be out, we were talking about stuff and I got carried away and said something concerning and she thought I was serious"
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