Hi friends! I'm back with new story on our father-son duo. Hope you guys like this first chapter.

Enjoy :-)))

"Hey kid. I brought you some soup and..."

The moment Tony stepped inside the house, an icy cold shiver ran down his spine like a bolt of electricity. His mind yelled, screamed, even begged and prayed that, what he was seeing would be some kind of bad dream. Something he didn't even want to see in his dreams. He was seconds away from having an heart attack but somehow managed to calm his racing heart because he couldn't afford to have a heart attack. Not right now when his kid needed him the most

Peter stood couple of feet away, bruised and bound, blinking away his tears. A meaty, thick hand was tightly clamped over his mouth and a gun jammed under the hollow part of his jaw. His hands were zip tied infront of him and had a deep cut under his right eye which seemed to be bleeding. What scared Tony the most was the way Peter's left shoulder hung slightly forward... damn, it definitely looked dislocated

Tony locked his eyes with the young hero and sighed "Only you could get into trouble in your own house"

ONE HOUR EARLIER

Peter woke up to feel absolute terrible. His head was throbbing and nose felt like it was been stuffed with cotton. Not to forget the burning sensation in his throat that matched the pain in his chest. Infact every inch of his body was aching and it felt like he was being tied to the bed with heavy bricks.

Peter was confused. What was happening to him? He never got sick after he got bitten by the spider. Then why now? Was he getting new powers? Should he call Mr Stark? Peter shook his head. What if it was just a case of common cold. Maybe his healing powers will kick in soon and might cure his cold

Ring Ring

Peter clumsily reached out to grab his cell and pressed on the green button "Good morning Mr Stark" he spoke in hoarse voice which didn't go unnoticed by his mentor "Kid? Are you alright?"

Peter cleared his throat but still couldn't get rid of the soreness in his voice "I'm fine Mr Stark"

Tony faught the urge to roll his eyes as he clearly did not believe a word Peter said "Yeah and I'm Jim Carey. Now let's try again. Are you alright?"

Peter sighed tiredly and gave in because he knew Mr Stark wouldn't let go without knowing the truth "I think I'm sick"

Tony frowned "Sick? Like sick..Sick? I mean... like I got hurt and am hiding an injury sick or fever and cold sick"

Peter pulled the covers up to his chin "Ah.. the second one Mr Stark"

"I thought you didn't get sick after your bite"

Peter hummed. God he just wanted to sleep for months

"What about your speed healing?"

Peter hummed again in response and now Tony was starting to get worried "Pete?"

"Yeah"

"I'm coming. Stay put okay. We'll go see Bruce" Tony was already on his feet but stopped when he heard Peter's voice "No Mr Stark. You have... ah.. yeah you have a meeting with the avengers"

"Meetings can be rescheduled"

"Please Mr Stark. I think my healing powers are kicking in" Peter lied, not wanting Tony to miss his meeting and worry for him just because he had some stupid cold

"Peter..."

"You can come after the meeting. Please Mr Stark. I'll be fine. Besides I'm not alone, May is there with me"

Tony pressed his lips in defeat "Fine. No school or Spiderman stuff"

I couldn't even if I wanted to, thought Peter "I'm taking a take a day off Mr Stark"

"Good but I'm coming as soon as the meeting is over and call me if you need anything"

"Okay"

"I mean it Pete"

"Loud and clear"

"Take care kid"

Peter hung up the call and curled under his covers. Barely a minute had passed when he felt a pressure in his bladder. He groaned, hating the idea of getting out of his bed but he couldn't hold it any longer. The teen lazily threw the covers off him and stumbled out of the bed. A wave of dizziness hit him and Peter plopped back down. He closed his eyes, letting out a soft groan of pain

Okay one thing was clear... he needed help

Peter lifted his eyes, his eyelashes faintly batting against the lids "Ma...May" he called out

The young hero waited for few seconds before calling out to his Aunt again but got no response. He let out an exasperated sigh and mustered up his strength. His legs were shaky underneath him but he forced one step after another. He somehow managed to reach washroom and empty his bladder. He wondered why May wasn't answering him and decided to check on her.

The route towards the main hall was painful and Peter so badly wanted to crawl back into his warm bed. The boy looked around for his aunt "May?"

Peter's eyes fell on a piece of paper that was neatly folded on the breakfast table. He picked up the note and read "Sorry baby. Gotta run for an early shift. Your breakfast ready in the oven. Don't forget to switch off the heater after your bath. Larb you lots"

Peter sighed, debating what should he do now. Something was definitely wrong with him. He could feel himself getting worse. His body felt like on fire yet he was shivering on his feet. The pounding in his head had gotten ten times worse and now it was threatening his vision

Maybe it was time to call Mr Stark

The teen titled his head towards his bedroom where he left his cell but his muscles were literally begging him not to take any step further. Peter looked at the nearby couch. Maybe he should take a quick nap and then go get his cell. Yeah...nap sounded so beautiful to his exhausted body

Peter gingerly laid himself down on the couch and rested his head on the surprisingly comfortable throw pillow. His hands reached out to grab the remote and surfed through the news channels. There was one particular news that caught his attention. Three dangerous criminals escaped from the prison. He watched their faces blinking slowly as sleep started to claim him. The boy gave out a small whimper before closing his eyes

OUTSIDE

Malcom watched as the lady (May) lock the house and leave in her car. As far as he could tell, the lady should be living alone or else why would anyone lock the house and leave early in the morning. This place would be perfect for hiding until the cops have calmed down and they can grab an opportunity to run away from the city. He and his two friends Ruth and Tyler had fled from prison and now were searching a place to hide "That house is perfect" he pointed at Peter's house

Ruth, Malcolm's partner, a man build like a wild animal, his chest muscles bulging and biceps balls of strength, spoke with a scowl "Are you sure? Don't want any witness or chaos"

"He's right" said Tyler who equally matched Ruth's appearance "We need to lay low for few hours"

Malcom nodded "The woman locked the door when she left. It's obvious she lives alone. C'mon don't waste time. Let's get inside quickly before anyone sees us"

The three friends hid their stolen weapons in their pockets and tiptoed towards Peter's house. It didn't take long for Ruth to picklock the door. The three shared a cunning smile with each other and stepped inside the house, only to freeze upon seeing a young boy infront of them "Fuck" said Malcom

INSIDE

Peter woke at the sound of the doorknob rattling. Taking few seconds to collect his bearing, the boy blinked expecting to see May who might have returned from her work. He slowly roused himself up, turning to face the door as it swung open with a loud creak of the hinges

Peter stood rigid in shock as he saw three men enter his house and lock the door behind. One of the man's eyes fell on Peter and a curse left his mouth "Fuck"

Yeah Peter's day couldn't get worse

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