it was not his night, Peter decided; Seeing as he'd let a car thief get away and now found himself cornered by a group of well trained, dressed in black goons. Plus, as the faceless group of five has started closing in on him in the alley, he'd begun to feel an annoying tingly sensation at the base of his skull, whatever that meant. In fact, it'd started to become overwhelming now as the agents, spies, whatever they were, got closer. He could now clearly see the guns in both holsters and hands. Well, this was getting terrifying, time to quip his way out.

"Dang people, you're well dressed, who are you trying to fight? Vision?" Peter jumped backwards and used the building at the end of the alley as a springboard, flipping over the group, they now found themselves cornered and facing him instead.

"Alright, play time's over," Growled the man in the middle of the pack, he raised his weapon.

"Peter, I suggest engaging in combat, but be careful," The AI, Karen, in his suit declared.

Don't need anyone to tell me that, this guy is huge! Peter sprang into action, darting off and on the narrow alley walls, flinging webs and himself every which way, his mechanical eyeholes narrowed in concentration, mirroring the person inside. He managed to incapacitate all but one, he scanned the ally, now where-

"Peter, there is a bu-"

The base of his skull exploded, damn it, why was his head doing this to him? With a great effort, Peter managed to reopen his eyes, only to see the final man (agent? Spy?) running out of the alley towards the bright lights of the adjacent street. Wonderful, now Peter had to chase him down, thankfully, the tingling at the base of his skull had finally decided to quiet down. He took a step to follow the man, and promptly fell to his knees. What the hell? In horror he looked down at himself, only to find his torso covered in blood. The distant sounds of cars faded. His vision tunneled, only focusing on the blood and the desperate beating of his heart.

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"-d, KID!?"

Peter mumbled to Aunt May about not wanting to get up just yet, after all, he felt too drained and groggy to move. He attempted to roll over on his too-hard-to-be bed, but the moment he tensed the muscles in his torso, a searing pain ripped through his body, starting from his abdomen and rippling to the tips of his toes. He hissed in pain, breathing starting to speed up, everything seemed wrong, but Peter was too exhausted to figure it out.

"Thank god," rough hands grappled with Peter's throat, and a momentary flash of concern appeared in his mind, but he could do nothing to stop the man, who now had his fingers over the spider's jugular. Thankfully the person didn't seem to want to rip out his throat as he removed his fingers a moment later and sighed.

"Um… Spidey? … Spider-Man? Can you hear me?" The deep, masculine voice of the man asked.

Peter moaned, opening his eyes a millimeter to see a navy sky freckled with stars, and the silhouette of a broad shouldered man peering down at him from his right. The teen's teeth chattered as he noticed the breeze.

"Y-y-yeah."

"Alright, I'm not going to sugarcoat this kid, you've been shot."

Spider-Man's masked eyes widened in response to the boy inside. And as though this knowledge was heard by the bullet wound as well, the pain in his abdomen grew tenfold. He gasped, and brought his hand to the wound, which was too dark to see, but he could still feel the warm wetness of blood leaking through his suit. Then he remembered.

"O-oh god…," Peter coughed, "My aunt's g-gonna kill me."

The man, Falcon, Peter realized, chuckled slightly.

"Alright, now that I know you're alive and kicking, I'm going to have to apply some pressure to that wound to keep you that way. I'm sorry kid, but this is gonna hurt."

Peter sucked in a breath as Falcon (AKA Sam Wilson) pushed down on his abdomen. But the breath did little to stop the intensity as the wound's pain soared to new heights; black spots were gathering across his vision. Shit. Don't pass out, don't pass out! Okay… if there is ever a time to talk, it's now. Focus Peter. Breathe, deep slow breaths.

"Bullet's not still in your body, which is good…" Falcon muttered, "Crap, who should I contact, parents, hospital?"

"N-no hos..pitals." Peter gasped out.

"Fine, but if you don't give me someone to contact, that's where you're going, understand?"

"Stark… Call T-Tony Stark."

Peter felt exhausted: he shook with cold yet was somehow sweating, he had a freaking bullet hole in his stomach, and he was at the mercy of a former (sort of?) enemy. He closed his eyes, just to rest for a moment…

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Someone's hand was slapping his cheek, "SPIDER-MAN!"

Peter sat bolt upright, or he would've, had he not felt so utterly exhausted and sore, all he could manage was a small arm spasm that definitely wouldn't have been reassuring to a passerby. But he could open his eyes, so that was something.

It was nighttime, he could hear someone wheezing, and a form was hovering over him.

Oh.

"Jesus kid, you can't die on me!"

Peter made a strangled noise in his throat that he'd meant to be laughter… well at least he knew who was wheezing now.

"D-didn't know you ca-," he broke into a coughing fit, and the rest of the world dissolved.

Nothing, nothing, could be more painful than coughing with a bullet hole near your diaphragm. The agony of his stomach muscles contracting against his will and forcing out precious air that he was trying so desperately to retain was the worst sensation Peter had ever felt. And there was something else: Peter tasted copper in his mouth, he'd known he would have some internal bleeding, but now that it was actually happening, he was terrified.

Through his haze of pain and terror, he felt a hand on his shoulder, "Tony… in five…"

He'd only have to wait five minutes for Iron Man to save him, just five minutes, that's how long he needed to hold on… which was easier said than done, because he needed to stop choking on his own blood first.

The long seconds the two waited were filled with repeating agonizing sounds sounds.

A gurgling breath in.

Violent coughing.

A gurgling breath in.

Violent coughing.

"Hold on!"

Violent coughing.

Silence.

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Tony Stark didn't need the call to know Peter was in trouble, but (although he would never admit it out loud) it was thanks to Sam Wilson that he actually knew Peter's location. When Peter's suit had stopped putting out data, Iron Man had known something had happened, but knowing the kid had been shot and that shot had somehow disabled the AI within his suit. Tony had been both mad at himself and worried as hell for the boy.

Now all he concentrated on was getting to Rego Park in Queens as soon as possible, uttering a steady stream of cuss words along the way.

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Sam knew it was over when the kid stopped gasping, he'd seen enough dead soldiers to know how those situations played out, but regardless, he was going to try. Sam ripped off the kid's mask and began performing CPR.

…

"I'll take him from here." Iron Man's metal feet descended on the rooftop with their signature metal clank. The armor's head plate retracted to reveal a worried Tony Stark.

Peter groaned.

Falcon's head whipped from Stark to the brown-haired kid, "Damn, right on time, I thought he'd never breathe again."

"You'd be surprised what he's capable of, I think someday he'll be a real asset to the team." Iron Man said as he lifted the teen up, bridal style.

Falcon's wings shot out as he too prepared to take off, his cover had been blown, he couldn't exactly keep hiding out in Brooklyn if Stark knew he was in the country now.

Iron Man's boots lifted off the pavement, "Oh and Falcon?"

The hero turned.

"Thank you," Iron Man said as he sped away at a pace the bird thought impossible for a suit so heavy.

Maybe he would stay in Brooklyn after all.

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Thanks for reading my Hurt!Spidey one shot, this takes place after Homecoming and before Infinity war just BTW!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything affiliated with Marvel Studios… or anything else :(

Sorry if the characters were a bit OOC, I take myself way too seriously and can't quip or joke to save my life, so why did I write a fanfic surrounding two characters who like to quip… I don't know. Sorry if the ending was rushed, I didn't write an outline or anything, just wrote as I went so I wasn't sure how to write the ending, but I gave it my best shot!

Anyways, if you enjoyed, please let me know and maybe I'll write more… :D

Thanks!