Wrong number :/~~Spider-Man

Have You Ever Eaten A Bumper Sticker?

"Mr. Stark! Wait!" Peter shouted.

Flash had passed out, Reginald was fighting against Peter's grip, and Tony was lowering his blasters. All in all, a better situation than what they were in before.

"Peter, step away from that man" Tony commanded, lowering his suit until the metal exoskeleton collided with the floor, making a 'clungk' sound.

Peter stood his ground, hoping that Tony would take a chill pill. From what Peter could tell, his demeanor did relax a bit, and he began taking those cautionary steps, much like one would when entering the safe-zone of a frightened cat.

Reginald did not seem to like this.

"Peter, run!" Reginald tugged hard, throwing Peter by surprise, knocking him off balance.

Peter, not wanting to take Reginald down with him, released the grip he held on the butler. Peter crashed to the floor, seemingly flipping the 'on' switch for Tony's insta kill button.

In a half second, Tony swooped over to drag and body slam Reginald from where he stood. Peter shot a web to Tony's chest as the iron-plated man flew overhead, slowing his pursuit and dragging an ounce of consciousness into him. This move took it's toll, Peter could really feel it in his ribs and the upper biceps in his arms. He was told he should be moving for a bit, and here he is pulling an Olympic style stunt right after falling out of a hospital window. Classic Pete.

"Mr Stark, seriously, stop it!" Peter yelled, attempting to stick his feet to the floor and halt the irrational movement. He could feel his chest tightening from the swift move with no preparation, on top of his body being in no such condition to perform at even a standard person's level. Peter was running Ailey on muscle memory and an incredible tolerance for pain at this point.

Tony let go of the butler, surprised that Peter was fighting him.

"Peter, what the hell?" Tony questioned, raising up to the roof of the building, dragging Peter off of the second floor and over the balcony, where he hung around 20 feet from the mess below.

Peter clung to the web, shooting a second one to the ceiling next to Tony's helmet and sliding up. Once Peter reached the ceiling, he sat on the roof to look Tony in the eyes.

Tony released the helmet on his face to give that famous 'bitch what is you doing' look, a stern one that Peter felt the need to apologize for being in the mere presence of. Unfortunately for Tony however, Peter wasn't about to back down from the surprise-assault on his new friend.

"Mr Stark?? what are you doing here?" Peter said calmly, hoping to deescalate whatever the hell caused Tony to go full lunatic. He also needed a break from moving, and fighting Tony would not help the already devastatingly painful problem of him breathing normally.

"I should be asking you the same thing, young man. What the hell was that back there! He could've hurt you, Peter!" Tony gestured down to the wheezing frame of Reginald, who honestly didn't look like he'd be moving much for about an hour.

"What the heck! is he okay?!?" Peter shouted, dropping his grip from the ceiling down to Reginald.

"Ah, don't change the subject! What, in the hot fresh hell were you thinking!" Tony yelled, catching Peter before he fell out of reach, holding him the same way a college student holds a laptop while running without a bag.