Peter Parker Whump/Irondad :)

3. Gunshots

Peter prayed that the nurse wouldn't let out a scream or even a sob, but she remained in silent terror, both watching as the man slowly entered. Peter prepared himself and watched from behind as the man walked in. He took a deep breath and swung, hitting the man in the head and knocking him out.

Peter sighed in relief and quickly helped the nurse out of the room, guiding her to hide in a bathroom stall. He creeped out into the eerie hall and saw, in the corner of his eye, a small figure on the floor.

He ran towards it, concentrating on not making any sound, in case the man was awake. It was a girl, probably a year or two younger than him, crying on the floor, covered in blood. Peter kneeled down and watched her, his hands hovering over her small frame.

"Hey, hey, you alright?" He asked quietly, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. She lifted her head slowly and shook it, her chin trembling. Peter helped her sit up against a wall and inspected her. The blood was coming from her leg, and it was bleeding profusely, the crimson liquid staining his hands and the floor underneath her.

"Can I have your backpack for a second?" He asked calmly, receiving a small nod from the terrified girl. She handed it over to him and he quickly opened it, pulling out a sweater. He wrapped it tightly around her leg and applied pressure on top of it. She winced and bit her bottom lip, squeezing her eyes shut.

"Sorry 'bout your sweater," he chuckled in the form of a whisper, trying to lighten the mood. She smiled and scoffed.

"It's fine," she whispered, her voice still laced with pain.

Peter's heart plummeted as he heard the most terrifying thing at the moment.

Footsteps.

Gunshot.

Without a second of hesitation, he picked the girl up and ran to the bathroom where the nurse was hiding. He sat her down on the floor in a stall and told her to apply pressure and stay silent.

"Thank you," she whispered before he walked out. He sent her a calm smile and left. Tony wouldn't be far by now, but Peter wasn't going out without a fight.

He crept along the halls, straining his hearing to find the man. He turned a corner and before he could react, the air was knocked right out of his lungs. He fell back onto the floor with a thud and watched up as the man held his rifle at his forehead. A malicious grin spread across the man's face, revealing crooked, yellow teeth.

"Hey, man, you don't have to do this," Peter started, slowly crawling back and holding a hand up. The man pushed the gun further and pressed it against his skin, sending shivers down Peter's spine.

"I do what I want," the man snarled. Peter squeezed his eyes shut and waited for the gunshot, but none came. When he opened his eyes again, the man was turned around, glaring at a group of kids in front of him. One of them was the girl Peter had helped before. She made eye contact with him and signaled for him to run. He stared at the group in shock, unable to move. The girl sent him a sad smile and looked back at the man. The rest of the group had run by now, but her feet stayed glued to the floor. The man lifted his gun and aimed at her. Peter threw himself forward, throwing the man down onto the floor.

Peter held him down, trying to take the gun from his grasp. The girl ran towards them, helping Peter. He looked up at her with a serious face.

"No, you have to go," he said, pointing to the front doors the were only a few feet away. She returned the seriousness and shook her head.

"I'm not going anywhere," she said between grunts as she tried to hold the man down. Peter opened his mouth to speak but,

Gunshot.

Peter looked up at the girl, who seemed shocked, but not in pain. He looked down at the man, who had squirmed out of Peter's grasp and was being held down by the girl, who had now taken the gun and thrown it across the hall.

"Oh, my God," she breathed out, staring down at Peter's stomach. Peter followed her gaze and saw red. The only thing he saw, red, warm, sticky liquid. And it was pouring out of his abdomen. 

He stumbled on his knees, trying to get up but failing. Sirens were heard in the distance, and so was Iron-Man's repulsors. The girl quickly threw a solid punch at the man's head and knocked him out. She sped to him as Peter fell on his side, the adrenaline wearing off and revealing the pain hidden underneath. He curled up into a ball, his hands squeezing at the hole in his stomach.

"Holy shit, oh fuck, okay, Uh, the ambulance will be here soon," She ranted, trying to calm him down. "Don't worry, what was your name again? Uh, P-Pedro? Peter! Right." 

She held him steadily and spat out reassuring words as they waited for help. Metal footsteps neared his small figure and both knew immediately who it was. The girl turned to face Tony stepping out of his suit and running to Peter.

"Pete, can you hear me?" He asked, voice laced with concern. Peter nodded quickly, biting down on his lip and knowing how the girl must've felt when he had found her. Police entered and arrested the man and paramedics ran further into the school.

"Ok, kid, stay with me, alright? Morgan's gonna be mad if you don't make it home today, she'll whine about movie night today."

Peter chuckled and let himself be picked up by Tony and carried back to the suit, where it closed around  him and they both flew off with a goodbye from the mystery girl.

"Peter Parker Stark I swear to God I'll kill you myself after this," his muffled voice said from behind the mask. Even though his face was behind it, Peter knew he was smiling.

"I know."

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I know this I kinda a cliffhanger but I hate hospital scenes so yea 🤷🏻‍♀️