It was around 8:30 when Peter woke up. Rubbing his eyes, Peter tried to sit up but a pair of strong hand pushed his shoulders back down on the couch.

Just when Peter started to panic, the pair of hands began to talk. "Jesus, Kid, take it easy, you're okay."

"Tony?"

"Yeah, bud?"

"Get off me please."

"Yep." Peter lightly pushed Tony's hands off of his shoulders as he sat up.

"So, Spider-Ling, how're you feeling? Well you're not screaming in pain right now, so I'm guessing you're feeling significantly better than the last time you were awake." Tony sighed. "But really though? Are you good now? No more crying?"

Peter winced. "Yeah, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen-"

Tony shook his head. "No, Kid, don't apologize. It's not your fault, I know that. Bud, you wouldn't choose to be in that kind of pain."

Suddenly, Bruce came through the lab doors. "Oh, Peter, you're awake. How are you feeling?"

"Good. I'm a lot better. Um, thank you. For helping me, I mean. Thank you." Peter looked up at Bruce.

"Of course. We'll always help you, you don't need to say thank you." Bruce smiled at Peter.

"Still, thank you. So, how long was I out?" Peter asked.

"About 5 hours. The team wants to see you." Tony answered.

"Great, are they in the kitchen? I'm hungry." Peter grinned.

"C'mon, Kid. Sam will be happy to make you pancakes." Tony laughed, ruffling Peter's hair.

Everything was okay now. Peter was safe. Tony felt like he might fall over with relief.

The End.

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