Irondad and Spiderson One-shots

It'll be ok

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Descriptions of wounds

Peter flinched back as the cool cloth drenched in disinfectant brushed against the old stab wound on his side.

Tony sighed a long breath before grabbing Peter's hand and trying again. Peter let out a small pained moan as he flinched back once again.

"I know it hurts buddy, but we really need the clean this,"

Peter nodded numbly, the pain in his lower half seared mercilessly.

Tony looked at Peters pain filled eyes, a much different look then Tony had ever been used to.

"I'm going to try again, if you move away I'm going to have to restrain you." He spoke softly, not letting go of Peters hand.

Peter nodded slowly, his breath hitching as the rag was brought down to the wound. Peter let out a sharp hiss, but stayed in place and allowed Tony to do his work.

Peter had been stabbed on patrol two days ago by some shady guy in a black coat. And for some odd reason it has been taking a lot longer to heal than usual, thus Tony needing to actually clean it after a couple days.

Tony had done his share of research on what is happening, but without Bruce he couldn't produce an official answer. But due to the fact that the wound is healing like an average persons would, Tony is assuming that there had been some poison of some sort on the blade when Peter was stabbed, slowing the healing time down for a lasting effect.

Tony wiped up the fresh slowly oozing blood off the wound before placing another bandage on top of it.

Peter let out a breath he had not realized he was holding, as Tony leaned back into his seat. The room was filled in silence for a few minutes, Peter could hear the city behind the windows, the cars horns, the clicking of heels, and the shouts of surprise or pain. Peter couldn't place it, but before he could ponder it any longer Tony's voice filled the void.

"Bruce is coming back from where ever the hell he left to tomorrow, so then we can figure out officially what's going on in your body and punch it out. "

Peter nodded slowly once again, his eyes focused on the flower pot behind Tony, the noises of the city ,once again, filling his ears. Peter was embarrassed and pissed that he was stabbed, but even more pissed that he was out of commission till Tony and Bruce fixed it. There were obviously still people outside needing his help, needed saving from the potential dangers.

But Peter couldn't help them, all because he couldn't step to the side in time. Tony seemed to sense Peters frustration for he grabbed at Peters chin and faced it towards him.

"Hey, no more of that. You did great, Spiderman is just taking a couple days off alright?"

Peter tugged his chin out of Tony's grasp and faced the other way.
"Just because I'm taking a break does not mean criminals will Mr.Stark," Peter mumbled.

Tony stared at the teen, his big brown eyes filled with sadness and guilt. He sighed and dropped Peter's hand and stood up. Peter stared at Tony with loss, it was obvious that the kid wanted Tony to remain holding his hand. But Tony needed to grab Peter a snack, he cant remember the last time the kid had ate.

Peter watched as Tony closed the door behind him, guilt dropping In his stomach like a brick.

Way to go Peter, now Mr.Stark's mad at you

He wrapped his arms around his midsection, carefully avoiding the wound and turned to his side. Tears shone in his eyes as a lump formed in Peters throat.