8 - i'll be fine, mr. stark!

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The entire team was either already in the room or running into it when Peter finally picked up the phone.

Suddenly, my work phone goes off. My eyebrows raise as I read over the text. I gave the intern my work phone number instead of my personal number, just for professional purposes.

__Tony's Work Phone__

Peter Parker (intern)
Hello, Mr. Stark!
So sorry to bother you, sir, but I'm going to be just a few minutes late to work today. Again, I'm so sorry, Mr. Stark!

__Nat's POV__

Suddenly, realization smacks Tony in the face like a wrecking ball. "WAIT." He whisper-shrieks. Tony points to my phone, "HE—" He points to his phone, "AND THEN PETER—" Tony face palms, "I'm supposed to be a genius."

"What?" Bucky questions from his spot on the couch.

"Intern-Peter is phone-Peter!" Tony explains frustratedly. "How did I not put that together?" Well, now the cat's out of the bag, I guess.

"They're the same kid?" Bucky questions.

"Yeah!" Tony says in a 'duh' fashion. "He's on his way?" He checks back in with me.

"Yeah!" I cover the speaker on my phone with my hand. "And he doesn't know we're the Avengers yet. He also doesn't know that you're the Tony on the chat, same with me and Clint." Clint and I share a nervous look.

"He doesn't know phone-me is Tony Stark?"

"No!" I whisper-shriek at him.

"So when he gets here, we just gotta act like everything's fine? Even though we know he was shot?" Tony squeaks, raising his eyebrows at me.

Oh, this is gonna be terrible. "Yeah."

__

Peter
Hey guys

Printer
What the heLL KID

Cool
I'M GLAD YOU'RE ALIVE

CAW CAW
ARE YOU OKAY

Peter
I'm so sorry I made you guys worry
I feel so bad

CAW CAW
What happened?

Peter
I fell asleep that other night

CAW CAW
Yeah

Peter
And kind of didn't wake up
On my way to work now ahahaahah

Spy
I swear to god
If you don't turn around
And go to a hospital
I'm gonna lose my shit

science man
I second that
Just in a less vulgar fashion

Peter
I'm gonna be fine spy I swear
I just need to walk it off!

Printer
No, you walk off a stubbed toe
Not a fucking bullet wound
Tell your boss
He'll send you home

Peter
Yeah lmao like I'm gonna tell my boss I've been unconscious for two days and have a bullet wound in my stomach

Printer
Then just dON'T GO TO WORK

Spy
LISTEN TO PRINTER, PETER

Peter
I'm already here
See?
That wasn't that bad

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