#injured peter parker

[pspspsmeowsmorales]

This diva ...

#this butchered suit was so cool. and sultry. #spider-man #marvel comics #spider-geddon #series: peter parker the spectacular spider-man #issue: 313 #injured peter parker #torn suit #ppsm616

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

🎄 Friends!! My Christmas fic is posted. 🎄

Merry Stitchamas by happyaspie

No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated G || Word Count 6666 (😂) || Peter Parker, Tony Stark, May Parker, Bruce Banner, Minor Injury

Summary: All Peter wanted to was to cook May a really nice dinner for when she got home from her Christmas Eve shift. He'd thought it out and was excited to put it all together-- until the knife slipped and he accidentally cut his thumb. The good news is, he knows exactly who to call.

“Hey, Mr. Stark!” Peter greeted with as much enthusiasm as he could pull together given the circumstances. “I, uh, I know it’s Christmas Eve and all, but can I ask you a really quick question?”

[Exceprt Under the Cut]

Festive music was playing quietly in the background as Peter twirled around the kitchen. It was Christmas Eve and May was at work but that didn’t stop him from feeling overly cheerful. He’d decided days prior that the best way to start the Christmas holiday would be by surprising his aunt with a late dinner. He’d scoured the internet for recipes and spent the morning shopping for all the ingredients. It was going really well. There was a pie ready to go in the oven, a loaf of crusty bread on the table and a pot of warm broth just waiting to be turned into a hearty winter vegetable stew. All he had to do was cut up the vegetables, give them a quick saute and add them into the mix.

He started with the onion, taking his time to cut the pieces nice and even. When those had been set aside, he started working on the carrots and potatoes. The parsnips were next. He hummed along to ‘Santa Baby’ as he carefully chopped that up as well. It was all pretty easy until he got to the rutabaga. He was struggling to obtain an appropriate hold on the hard round waxy vegetable. When he was convinced he finally had it, he drew his fingers back and placed the knife against the root but it was firmer than he’d expected. He increased his strength, and he once again tried to press through the rutabaga’s tough exterior. That was enough to make a dent in it but he didn’t want to over do it. So, he decided that the best course of action would be to saw through it. He rocked the knife back and forth, each time with a bit more vigor but was getting nowhere. Eventually, he decided that perhaps it was time to employ his enhanced strength.

He pulled the blade out of the narrow groove he’d managed to carve and readjusted his fingertips to make sure they were out of the way. Then, with a grunt of frustration, he pressed down on the knife with considerably more muscle. However, despite his sticky fingers, the downward force caused the rounded vegetable to slip and the blade to hit the cutting board with an audible ‘clunk.’

Immediately, Peter knew something was amiss. The top of his thumb was burning, his heart was racing and his spider-sense was alight beneath his skin. He had to blink himself out of a daze before glancing downward to investigate. It took longer than it should have for him to process that he’d cut himself. Once he had, he shook his head to clear it further and began to think.

He’d not had a notable amount of first-aid training. But he’d had enough experience as Spider-Man to know that he needed to clean the wound and staunch the bleeding. He turned swiftly towards the sink, leaving little droplets across the floor as he went.

The warm water stung as it rushed past the affected area. Peter hissed and gritted his teeth as he forced himself to apply hand soap as well. Then once he was confident he’d rinsed it thoroughly, he reached for a wad of paper towels.

For a while Peter stood in the kitchen, applying and reapplying paper towels as the cut continued to bleed. Belatedly he looked at the clock, telling himself that if it didn’t stop in the next few minutes he’d call for assistance. Although he was fairly sure he wouldn’t need to. He had a healing factor and could see no reason why a small cut from a measly kitchen knife wouldn’t mend itself in an extremely short amount of time. Then again, he’d never tested theory.

Five more minutes passed, and Peter was still continuously swapping out makeshift bandages. He tried adding varying levels of pressure but nothing seemed to significantly stem the flow. Reluctantly, he collected his phone from the kitchen counter and allowed his good thumb to hover over his aunt’s contact information. It was still relatively early, and he didn’t want to disturb her at her job. That being the case, he sighed deeply and dialed Tony’s number instead.

“Hey, Mr. Stark!” he greeted with as much enthusiasm as he could pull together given the circumstances. “I, uh, I know it’s Christmas Eve and all, but can I ask you a really quick question?”

“Sure, kid. Go for it,” Tony said, followed by a deep chuckle that made Peter hesitate. He wasn’t sure of what sort of inquiry Tony was expecting. But he suddenly felt bad for not having anything more pleasant to discuss. However, no amount of remorse was going to alter the fact that he had to ask.

“Well,” he began, pausing briefly to nervously run his tongue across his lips. “With my enhanced healing, how would I know if something needed stitches or not?”

“Uh, by consulting a doctor, obviously,” Tony replied without missing a beat.

The comment was obviously meant to be light. But even so, Peter felt himself growing a little defensive. He was injured and as far as he was concerned he’d done the right thing. He’d performed what he felt like he could do on his own, then called an adult for help. “I am consulting a doctor! I’m consulting with you,” he pressed. “You have, like, three doctorates, Doctor Stark!”

Tony hummed in a non-committal manner. “I have four actually. But none of them are of the medical variety.”

Peter opened his mouth to retaliate, then paused while his brain automatically began to calculate the number of doctorates he was aware Tony had acquired. Mechanical Engineering, Nuclear Physics, and Robotics came to mind first. It took him a second or two longer to recall what the fourth one could conceivably be. He was convinced he’d known at one point and figured it made sense for it to be something math related; Applied Mathematics probably. Then a particularly intense pain shot through his thumb yanking his train of thought back on track.

“But you have field experience, right?” he belatedly inquired.

[Continue Reading on A03]

#happyaspie writing #christmas fic!! #merry stitchmas #injured peter parker #minor injury #mild blood #sitiches #medical inaccuracies #chirstmas #christmas 2022 #tony stark #peter parker #may parker #bruce banner #irondad #irondad and spiderson #spider-man #iron man #marvel #mcu #marvel fanfiction #irondad fanfiction #irondad fic #spiderson #iron dad #spider son

[magickhajiit]

Sokovia and Spiders (Chapter 1)

Rating-teen and up

All Chapters

Hail races away from the grey clouds above, meeting their mark they feel like freezing bullets when they hit Peter’s suit. There’s an actual bullet heading towards him right now, slicing through the air as a knife would butter. Appearing in the form of a prickle of apprehension his spidey sense warns him of it, giving him enough time to flip out of the way before splashing back onto the gravel. Within minutes of sneaking out of the apartment his suit had been drenched, the colour darkened to navy and blood red. The hail is a hallmark of New York winters right along with freezing breezes and angry people, summers might bring forth warmth, but winters bring a blistering hot derived from the anger of New York’s citizens.

Spiderman had been on his way back home when he heard the commotion, the reason for the noise became quickly apparent as he leaned over the edge of the rooftop. A man was stood there, in one hand he was waved a gun threateningly in the air, in the other he was clutching the coat of a young woman. Despite his words being slurred and the stench of alcohol he was steady on his feet when he demanded her purse. He didn’t seem like the type of guy to use an authentic weapon but Peter was unwilling to take that chance. She hadn’t yet had a chance to react when spiderman leapt from the roof. He braced himself against the impact of the kick that made the assailant stumble backwards. Before he had the chance to regain his footing the woman took the opportunity to escape, heels clicking on the ground mark her departure. The moments distraction provided the criminal with ample time adjust his stance and pull the trigger.

Now there’s a bullet lodged in the brick wall, cracks spiralling from where it imploded, having sailed through the air where Peter had been standing only seconds earlier. Irritated at the murder attempt Peter flicks his wrist, he can just about hear the click of the web shooter mechanism firing before the criminal is secured to the wall.

‘’Hey, hey, hey, this is a new suit.’’ The guy just shouts obscenities at him from his place on the wall, eyes red around the edges, his scowl turning the lines on his face into deep crevices. Peter’s too busy looking at the newly formed hole in the wall, to pay any notice. In his mind's eye he can see what would have happened if the bullet hadn’t missed, metal slicing through spandex and skin before ripping through muscle. Turning his insides into a bloody smoothie. Damp gravel crunching under his weigh as blood loss causes him to crumple. He’d never been shot before, and he’s not adding it to his bucket list any time soon.

Inserting a new canister into his suit, his finger quick to fire. He hoists himself upwards, as soon as the web is secured onto a nearby lamppost, before sending a second. The rain has let up slightly as he swings through the city, no longer feeling like violent needles sticking into his skin.

Peter can hear him before he can see him, super senses allowing him to detect the suit’s inner engines from streets away. Why Ironman is hovering over the city at 11pm on a Tuesday is anyone's guess. Racking his mind for answers Peter theorises that he was after some criminal trading black market Stark tech. This area was halfway to home and a rough area of the city, infamous for its active drug gangs and weapons dealings. Yeah, that made sense.

Still, Spiderman slips into the alley, between two apartment blocks, hoping he'd either fly overhead or spontaneously change direction. He wasn’t hiding exactly, just temporarily avoiding. Ironman ignores Peter's inner prayer and continues onward. Just a couple of blocks away now, Peter can hear another accompanying voice.

‘’Do you have eyes on?’’ The question has a tinny quality about it, undetectable to most, making Peter think there must be a radio installed in his suit relaying the words.

Fortunately, he can’t recognise the voice, meaning Captain America or Thor are unlikely to drop in on him at any moment. Letting curiosity get the better of him he strains to hear more, hoping in this scenario curiosity doesn't kill the cat- or the spider in this case.

‘’No, not yet. Police reports confirm he’s been in this area recently.’’

‘’Maybe he’s already gone.’’

Peter’s stomach tumbles uncomfortably listening to the conversation unfold. They could be talking about someone else. They probably are. They have no reason to be hunting him. Though with Parker's luck there’s a good chance they are.

Still, there’s nothing to confirm this until, ‘’No, the web-slinger might be quick, but he doesn’t have super speed.’’ Unless his brand image has been stolen and there’s another web-slinging hero flinging himself around New York then it’s probably him.

Can I sue if there is? Peter wonders.

To be fair, hunting gangs is more of a Daredevil rather than an avenger thing. Ironman is practically on top of him now, a few more metres and he could look down and see him hanging from the wall uselessly. Futilely Peter shuffles down, wondering if it was better to be discovered or reveal himself. ‘’Hold on. I installed heat detecting sensors last week.’’

The flight part of fight or flight should kick in now, but at this moment, it evades Peter. Leaving him frozen as thin metal panels slide into place in Stark’s suit. ‘’See anything?’’

Ironman ignores the question in favour of hovering a little closer. So, he can glance directly into the mouth of the alleyway. Without the barriers of cloth and metal, Peter is sure they would be making awkward, uncomfortable eye contact right now.

When the silence continues for a beat too long Peter fills it, ‘’Err, Hi? I’m a big fan.’’

#superhumans #superhuman registration act #superhuman registration act fanfiction #peter parker #hurt peter parker #injured peter parker #marvel comics #marvel fanfiction #marvel spiderman fanfiction #avengers hunt spiderman #tony stark #marvel civil war #civil war comics #marvel 616

[marvelous-writer]

Pain Only Makes You Stronger

Summary: Peter comes home a little banged up but not serious enough to warrant an emergency call to Tony. The life of New York’s ‘Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man’ isn’t an easy one.

 Whumptober Day 11: Sloppy Bandages and Self-Done First Aid

@whumptober @whumptober-archive

Rating: G

Word Count: 944

Genre: whump, hurt/comfort

Link to read on AO3

It’s close to two in the morning when Peter finally arrives back at home after a long and exhausting patrol. He slides his bedroom window open and crawls in, groaning as his achy muscles protest against the movement. He ungracefully falls to the floor on his back.

“Owwwww…” He groans out as he closes his eyes under his mask, feeling like he was just hit by a bus.

Oh, right.

Because he was hit by a bus.

“Peter, you appear to have sustained quite a few contusions and lacerations, as well as a possible concussion. Would you like me to contact Mr. Stark for medical assistance?” Karen asks.

Peter lets out a sigh as he cracks open his eyes again. “No. I’m all good, Karen. Thank’s though. I’m just going to head to bed anyway.”

“If you’re sure, Peter. Sleep well.”

“Thanks.”

Peter closes his eyes again and lays there for several long minutes, tempted to just sleep right here for the night with how utterly exhausted he is.

All of these late nights are really starting to catch up to him.

If only his stupid brain could just shut up at night and let him sleep.

After a few more minutes, Peter lets out another sigh, knowing that if he actually does fall asleep on the floor, his body will be even more sore whenever he wakes up. He slowly rolls onto his side before he pushes himself up to his feet, groaning again as a sharp spike of pain shoots through his lower back, the very same spot that got clipped by that bus when he stopped it from falling off a bridge when the brakes went out.

Pain only makes you stronger, right?

Or at least that’s what he keeps telling himself anyway.

Peter takes his mask off and throws it on his desk before he starts to take his suit off, taking his phone out and leaving it on his nightstand, letting his suit fall to the ground where he leaves it to deal with tomorrow whenever he wakes up. He drags himself out of his room and into the dark hallway as he heads down to the bathroom. The apartment is silent, with May and Happy being away for the night.

Tony had invited him up to the cabin but Peter had declined for once because he really wanted to go out on patrol since he hasn’t been out as much as he should be. And it was exactly what he needed, to let off some steam and distract himself with helping the city, even if he got slightly hurt. It’s worth it at the end of the day if he’s making a difference out there on the streets and he hopes he is.

Peter goes into the bathroom and flips the light on, wincing at the sudden brightness as he squints, opening the cabinet above the toilet and takes out the jumbo first aid kit May had bought for him. He studies his reflection in the mirror to see what exactly he’s dealing with, and it’s not too pretty of a sight.

He has a large bruise on the right side of his head from his hairline, all the way down to the top of his cheekbone, stretching across his eye, which will no doubt turn into a black eye thanks to him smacking his face into that bus. There are multiple other bruises and scratches scattered across his chest and arms from the gang he stopped tonight, one particularly deep cut on his bicep where a one of the muggers had managed to catch him with a knife, but it’s not serious enough to warrant any stitches with it being already half-healed.

Peter gets to work on tending to the deep cut, disinfecting it before slathering some bacitracin on it and covers it with a bandaid. He dabs a few other cuts with bacitracin, adding smaller bandaids to them if needed. By the time he’s finished and all cleaned up, he has bandaids all over him.

He lets out a sigh as he washes his hands, deciding to just go to sleep instead of ice the bruise on his face. His healing will probably kick in and take care of it while he’s passed out.  If not, he’ll ice it in the morning or in his case, he’ll probably be waking up in the afternoon.

Peter flips the bathroom lights off on his way out as he heads back down the hallway to his bedroom. He keeps the lights off as he drags his feet over to his bed before he lies down, wincing as it pulls the sore spot on his back and achy muscles. He reaches a hand over and picks up his phone on his nightstand and makes sure his alarms are all set, shooting a text message off to May that he’s home like she asked him to, before he puts it back down. He’s grateful May had allowed him to stay out later tonight and stretched his curfew. He would have just been bored here at home anyway with her and Happy away, so what better way could he spend his time than patrol?

Peter takes in a deep breath as he closes his heavy eyes, hoping that his mind won’t start racing with anxiety like it has been recently when he tries to go to bed. He focuses on his breathing like he read in an article a few days ago to keep any intrusive thoughts out.

And it thankfully does the trick because he feels himself drifting off a few minutes later before he falls into a deep, peaceful sleep.

#whumptober2022 #no.11 #sloppy bandages #self-done first aid #spider-man #Peter Parker #Karen #Injured Peter Parker #Poor Peter Parker #Injury #bruises #self hurt/comfort #whump #Peter Parker Whump #whumpy #marvel #mcu #my fic

[marvel-lous-guy]

Tony: what the hell were you thinking!?

Peter: Obviously I was thinking I would get away with it and wouldn't have to explain myself!

#Peter tried to take down an entire Hydra base on his own #he did do it but he got extremely injured #he couldn't make it home or to the compound #so he slept in a dumpster #it was very comfortable #peter parker #ironman #spiderman #tony stark #irondad #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #incorrect mcu quotes #incorrect mcu #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #mcu #incorrect peter parker

[petersoftparker]

Medical Assistance needed?

Spider-Man x Civillian!Reader

Warnings: kidnapping, gagging, concussion

The only thing you knew for sure waking up, was that you probably have a concussion. Your eyes weren’t even open yet, but nausea made you gag immediately. “Oh shit, fuck okay” Peter panicked, rolling you onto your side. It took a few minutes of you doing breathing exercises for the feeling that you were about to throw up to pass.

“I’m gonna get us out of this, I promise” You laughed a little in disbelief, but still smiled at Peter reaching out beside you to squeeze his wrist. You didn’t know if it helped him at all, but It gave you some comfort feeling the faint rhythm of his heartbeat. “Don’t be a hero Peter.” You sucked in a breath before continuing “Not your fault we’re in this mess. Who knows maybe they just got the wrong people and they’ll let us go".

Peter sighed, not bothering to contradict you. You both knew that it was unlikely. 

He repeated himself, trying to will himself to be as convincing as possible for you “It’s my job, I am going to get you out of here”. The statement making you pause before hesitantly asking “Your job? What are you talking about”.

“I’m your protector.” “Sorry, what?” You didn’t quite know if you heard him correctly, the ringing in your ears hadn’t fully gone away yet. You squinted giving him a quick once-over. 

Peter had to take his wrist away, already regretting it as he did it. He occupied himself with ripping the bottom part of his shirt off to use a makeshift tourniquet for his leg while explaining “I was chosen by the Avengers, my duty is to protect you at all costs.” 

“Don't wanna be mean but just gotta point out the obvious; you can’t do a pull-up."

He nervously smiled, still staring down at his lap “Surprise! I’m actually a superhero.”

He could tell you were one second away from freaking out about his previous statement, but the door was slammed open before you could. Peter wasn’t caught off guard but you unfortunately didn’t have the same abilities that Peter did. The loud noise and sudden light making you flinch away. Peter shifted his body, trying to give you a chance to adjust to the light and making a barrier between you and the villain. 

The Villain cocked his head, smirk on her face. “Cute. Not effective, but cute.” Peter glared silently. 

“Look, she doesn’t have anything to do with this. Leave her be and I can give you what you want.” 

“And what is it exactly, that you think I want?” The Villain questioned, raising her eyebrow.

Before Peter could answer, someone else walked into the room. Peter noticed that they looked a bit panicked, speaking to the villain in a low tone eyes casted downward. 

“Sir, Iron-Man has been seen on the perimeter” 

“So deal with it.” 

Silence overtook the room as the henchmen made no move to leave, before Villain sighed pinching the bridge of her nose. “Let me guess. You don’t know how.” With a nervous nod from henchmen, Villain snapped “You are incompetent. Fine, I’ll take care of it.” 

She stormed out, swinging the door shut behind her. She didn’t notice the web attached to the handle, which allowed Peter to keep the door cracked open secretly.

“Okay, I’m sorry but we really got to get going. Can you stand?” When you didn’t answer right away he looked over at you to check if you were still awake, your dazed eyes meeting his. Dread pitted at the bottom of his stomach. His tone softened calling out your name quietly. He reached out cupping the back of your head, silently assessing for any major wounds. You responded, throwing a thumbs-up in the air quickly before dropping your hand on the ground “Mhmm, course I can stand. We gotta go?” 

“Yep, we gotta go. We need to get away from the villains remember? Alright, here we go. Nice and easy.” He kneeled beside you for a moment, to slide one arm under your shoulders and the other under your knees. Once the hold felt stable, he slowly stood up. You gasped, not expecting the sudden movement. You squirmed, pushing a hand weakly at his chest “Let go. ‘m fine.” 

He scoffed at your definition of ‘fine’ but offered a simple “Just relax honey, I’ve got you. We’re gonna go home now.” His grip tightened around you when you took his instructions very literally. 

He could hear numerous heartbeats in the building, but since Iron-man’s arrived the number has been steadily dropping. He breathed out in relief and got to work. It was interesting to say the least, most of his missions he didn’t have a running commentary as he fought. “I’m so serious Peter. Listen to me. Why would you hide your abs from the world. Y’should fight the evil people without a shirt. Sometimes.” His cheeks flushed muttering under his breath “Oh my god, we need medical assistance right now”. 

“Hate the little evil freaks. Not cool… Its like Luke yaknow. Would never do that to you.” 

He furrowed his eyebrows looking down at you to ask “You would never do what to me?” He assumed you meant Luke Skywalker, but he was having trouble connecting the dots on where your mind went with the last part of your sentence. He was proven correct about his Star Wars guess when you forcefully grabbed his hand that was around your shoulders. “If I’m ever evil, I’ll let you keep this.” “Oh. Thank you.”

#marvel #peter parker #spider man #spiderman x reader #peter parker x reader #hero x civilian #peter parker fic #injured reader #tom holland #andrew garfield #tobey maguire

[idk-bruh-20]

Irondad fic ideas #125

AU where Thanos never happened and the Rogues eventually return. They've been pardoned and they're supposed to get the team back together, but there's still tension. A lot has changed.

Tony has told them repeatedly to never call in Spider-Man for backup. Steve doesn't understand or approve. He assumes Tony is just holding a grudge, trying to keep this new, obviously powerful recruit on his own side. 

One day, Tony is caught up in SI business somewhere when a mission comes up, and they need extra hands. Steve decides to call in Spider-Man.

At first the mission goes smoothly, but then of course things take a turn. All hell breaks loose.

Tony taps into comms not long after to tell them he's on his way. He's left his meeting and is flying as fast as he can, though he's still a long way out. Somehow, Tony figures out that Peter is there. (Maybe he overhears Peter quipping, maybe Steve casually references Spider-Man.)

One way or another, he figures it out. He goes deadly quiet, then switches to a private comm with just Steve.

Tony is betrayed, aggravated, terrified and trying to bury it (and not doing a very good job), and honestly kind of bitter and insulted that Steve can't hear his obvious fear. Steve is annoyed at Tony's childish stubbornness, assumes the man is just mad at things not going his way. Still in the midst of battle, he dismisses Tony's concerns.

Then, Spider-Man gets hurt. Bad. Tony had already been frantically trying to get there faster when he heard the kid was there, but he still doesn't arrive in time.

At some point -- maybe there on the battlefield, maybe later in med bay when Steve arrives to chew Tony out for leaving with Spider-Man instead of staying to help -- at some point it becomes abundantly clear that Peter is Tony's son.

(Bio, adopted, emotional, doesn't matter)

It becomes clear that Tony wasn't making Spider-Man off-limits for selfish reasons. Steve, blinded by his own view of Tony, was unbelievably wrong. 

It turns out, he had just been trying to keep his son safe.

Bonus:

If the reveal does happen later in med bay, there could even be a moment after the battle where Steve, fuming about Tony's lack of help and general inability to be a team player, is intercepted by Rhodey.

Maybe Rhodey arrived just after Tony (flying from the same meeting, but Tony freaked out and raced ahead) and then stuck around to help finish the fight. His reaction to Steve's unempathetic and baseless reading of his best friend is stone cold.

Bonus 2:

Steve fails to notice or understand Rhodey's meaning. Then he gets to med bay and is faced with the image of Tony holding a sleeping Peter on the hospital bed, glaring right across the room at him.

Both of them completely aware of what Steve had assumed, all these years, about the kind of person Tony was

#irondad fic ideas #nearly every fic idea I write: @ steve get rekt #sorry to anyone who is team steve #I actually don't have as much of a problem with him as it probably seems #I just see him spend every mcu breath being mean to my guy and I'm like instant kill mode ACTIVATED #irondad and spiderson #iron dad and spider son #tony stark #peter parker #rogue avengers #endgame who? #queueueueue #weekly reminder that i love you all but am too busy to be human :) #fic ideas still postponed but you can send asks if you want i just won't see them for a while #see announcements #if injured peter doesn't get tony to climb on the hospital bed with him to just hold him in your hurt/comfort fic then what's the point

[milimeters-morales]

my fav fics are ones where spidey crashes into someone’s home or a slightly private place and is unconscious and needs medical attention stat so they give him the best they can ❤️

#my inner sumire is coming through #and yes i mean in the way she sees caring for animals im just a little society about caring for injured spider-men #spiderman #spider man #was about peter but. #peter parker #miles morales #miguel o’hara #spiderman 2099 #spider man 2099 #m&m posts

[shironezuninja]

The voice actor who does Peter Parker’s Spidey in the Edge Of Time video game sounds just as good as CDB. I haven’t compared his voice to Shattered Dimensions Spidey yet, though.

#screenshots #photo #hobby #habit #spider man phase #comic book pages #marvel comics #spiderman vintage comics #marvel team up #dazzler #researching #edge of time #video game #spider man 2099 #miguel o'hara #peter parker #spider man #hot peter parker #ultimate spider man #speech bubbles #thought bubbles #christopher daniel barnes #alchemax #I ❤️ voice actors #spidey kun #gateway #injured superhero #quantum jumping #time travel #anti venom

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

Ok ok, but the prompt “if you die, I die! Don’t you get that?!” with Peter yelling it at Tony 😂😂

Fine. Fine. Yes. Let's reverse it. Another mini!

874 words, a little more angsty with a hurt Tony Stark and a very passionate Peter Parker. Enjoy!! :D [Click here for a reversed use of this prompt]

If You Die... Part. 2.

As Tony came back to awareness the first thing he noticed was the incessant beeping of a heart monitor. It was one tone after another, in two second intervals. Beep… Beep… Beep... He tried to turn away from it, but he couldn’t get his body to cooperate. He was exhausted in a way he’d never felt before. His limbs felt like lead and his eyes refused to open. 

For a few minutes, he simply laid there mildly aware of his surroundings but lacking the energy to interact with them. Beep… Beep… Beep… The sound was starting to get on his nerves. He wished it would stop. He tried to clench his fist but managed nothing more than a small twitch of his finger. His forehead creased slightly in concentration. Another two fingers moved, flexing upward and dropping back down to the sheets. That seemed to get the attention of whomever was in the room. His hand was suddenly engulfed by a firm warm grasp.

“-ister Stark?” Tony used all his strength to turn towards the voice. His head moved marginally but he managed to crack an eye open. “Mr. Stark?” As his vision focused he was able to see Peter hovering above him.

He parted his dry lips and pressed his sandpaper tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Kid?” he rasped. It came out in barely a whisper. But he was certain Peter heard it. His kid’s hand tightened around his own and tears started to break free from his eyes.

“Mr. Stark!” Peter leaned forward until his head was resting heavily on his chest. Hot tears were soaking into his shirt and wanted nothing more than to comfort his kid. He felt more alert with his eyes open and his strength was slowly returning. He pulled his heavy hand out of Peter’s grasp and repositioned it so he could wrap his fingers around his kid’s wrists.

“I’m right here, Buddy,” he murmured, while fighting his other arm off of the mattress. Eventually, he managed and was able to get his hand to the back of his kid’s head. “I’m right here.”

“You almost weren’t!” Peter stood up, sniffed and ran his free hand over his cheeks. “You almost- You almost died, Mr. Stark!”

A painful lump formed in his throat. He looked at the bleached-white sheets and tried to swallow past it. “But I didn’t.”

“But you could have!” Peter shouted. Fresh tears started to flow. That time, he didn’t try to stop them. “The doctors said- they said you might not- We almost lost you!”

Tony licked his dry lips and coughed. Seconds later, a nurse walked into the room, raised his bed and offered him some water. Once he’d had a few sips, she started tugging at the various tubes and wires. She shined a light in his eyes and started asking questions. He answered them with an absentminded nod or shake of his head. His gaze had yet to leave Peter. Even from across the room he could see his kid’s puffy eyes and tear streaks cheeks,

The nurse finished with him and started talking to Peter. He couldn’t hear what she was saying but he could see his kid nod his head. Then, the nurse was gone and Peter returned to his bedside still sniffling. 

“You can’t do this again,” Peter said, his voice eerily calm. He gathered a shuddering breath and pressed his lips into a tight thin line.  “I can’t- you were in a coma for six days. You can’t-”

All of a sudden Peter’s anger and upset finally made sense. Tony’s eyes momentarily winded in response. Six days was a long time to wait for someone to wake up. “I’m sorry, Bud. I never-”

“You can’t die!” Peter shouted loudly enough to make Tony flinch. “If you die, I die! Don’t you get that?” His fists balled up by his sides as his face crumpled in anguish. “You- you’re the only one I have left!”

Not quite understanding, Tony pulled his brows together. “You have May, your friends and-”

“They aren’t you! I need you, Mr. Stark!” Peter’s voice cracked on the last syllable. He ran his hands down his face and crossed arms defensively over his chest.  “I’ve already lost my mom and dad! Then I lost Uncle Ben too! I need you!”

tony felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. “Pete. Honey-”

“Stop it! Stop- Don’t patronize me!” The anger didn’t last long. Within seconds Peter was back to leaning over the bed, one arm wrapped around Tony's stomach. “Just- next time let someone else make the sacrifice play! Because, selfish or not- I need you here!”

His kid was crying again and Tony could feel his own eyes starting to water. “Oh, kid. That’s not- that’s not selfish, Buddy. That’s-” 

Peter squeezed him tightly enough that it was starting to hurt. He didn’t complain. He simply held on with equal ferocity, 

When Peter let go, it was so he could look Tony in the eyes. “I love you,” he whispered.

Tony smiled and placed his hands on either side of his kid’s damp cheeks. “I- I love you too, Pete. So much. And I promise I’m not going anywhere.”

#happyaspie mini fic #injured tony stark #tony stark #peter parker #irondad and spiderson #marvel #iron man #spider-man #mcu #irondad #angst #hospitalization #injury

[tenaciousduckpoetry]

Master list

The Spider-Verse

Hobbie Brown

Miles Morales

Peter B Parker

Pavitr Prabhakar

Miguel O'Hara

Gwen Stacy

The Maze Runner (coming soon)

Thomas

Minho

Newt

Frypan

Gally

Harry Potter (coming soon)

Ron Weasley

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Draco Malfoy

#hobie brown #masterlist #x reader #dewdropwrites #injured reader #spider man: across the spider verse #the maze runner #minho #tmr gally #tmr fanfiction #tmr teresa #miguel ohara #pavitr x reader #peter b parker x reader #gwen x reader #miles morales x reader #harry potter #ron weasly imagine #fred wealsey fic #george weasly x reader #hermione x reader

[ask-cloverfield]

okay maybe Peter just wanted this guy dead

#Spider-man #lonnie lincoln #Tombstone #spider-man #spectacular spider-man #peter parker #he did brutally injure Robbie Robertson and MJ and Peter is a vengeful man

[spicler-man]

injured peter

masterlist here

Thirty Hours by polaroid15

The sun sets. Peter breaks three toes and hits his head hard against concrete. There’s a steadily bleeding wound in his side that he’s staunched with his webbing and tries not to acknowledge it when it burns. He can still walk in a straight line, which is good. He’s starving and tired and cold. It’s been fifteen hours.

Or, Peter doesn't take any breaks during a lengthy fight with the Avengers. The mind-melting fever that follows really should have been expected.

Warmer in the Winter by Bean_reads_fanfic for eccentric_artist_221b

Nobody's seen Peter for a couple days. ...this is how Tony finds out that spiders hibernate.

(Written for the 12 Days of Fluffy Christmas prompt: "cold sleepy cuddles")

Like a Bear by An_Odd_Idea

Whumptober 2020 Prompt 21: Hypothermia Peter and Tony wake up sealed in a box, but it’s not just a box, and Peter’s not just a kid

How They Perceive You by ephemeralstark

Peter couldn't finish as the doors to the room they were in flew open and a shaky “you can't go in there,” could be heard. “Hey, Underoos, fancy meeting you in here!” Mr. Stark said cheerfully, although Peter could see the tenseness in his jaw and the hardness in his eyes that made him mentally groan. “M-Mr. Star’.” Peter mumbled in greeting. “Mr. Stark, you can't-” “-be in here.” Mr. Stark said, interrupting Dr. Kat. “I know, they told me, but judging by what I can see here, it’s a good thing I ignored everyone. That won’t work on him.” “It’s anaesthetic.” “I know.” Mr. Stark said. “And it won’t work on him, he’s a funky thing, aren’t you Underoos?” - Peter's lung spontaneously collapses and Happy does the only thing he can - takes Peter to a regular hospital.

a poisonous cure by turtle_bean

“Hey, does this juice smell weird to you?” Peter asks suddenly. There's a bit of an aftertaste lingering on his tongue - a prickling, tingling sensation. A doubt stings at the edge of his mind. His spidey-sense buzzes softly.

May raises an eyebrow and sniffs at the glass. She frowns, shakes her head. “Smells like orange juice. Why, do you smell something?” --

or, may parker learns that her nephew has been swinging around the city in spandex.

[sicktember day vi. - alt prompt: vitamic c]

{Death Can't Stop Me} by Chaeyoung26090 for vilhelm

Requested by Vilhelm: I also think it would be cool if in a one-shot Peter meets the grim reaper and he's like I can't take this innocent bean away and they become friends.

********** "Safe and grieving," Death said softly, waving his hand. In front of them appeared a screen.

"Peter NO!" Tony was sobbing, clutching his hand. They were still on the battlefield, but all the enemies were dead. All around them, the citizens could be seen sobbing or comforting each other, "Not you. Please, Bambi, wake up. It's not funny."

"Tones," Rhodey said, clutching the man's shoulder, tears streaming down his own face. Thor strode in, seemingly about to say something, before he caught sight of Peter and froze, dropping his hammer on the floor.

"PETER BENJAMIN PARKER WAKE UP BEFORE YOU'RE GROUNDED FOR YOUR ENTIRE LIFE," Tony screamed, shaking Peter's body which was riddled with bullet holes. Steve flinched, shaking his head and turning away. Clint retched and covered his mouth, dropping to his knees.

Peg Leg Pete by wolfypuppypiles

You know what a broken leg feels like? Not good. Not good at all. It aches and feels wrong and Peter was sort of worried about his bone shifting but it's not as if he could go to a hospital.

Peter breaks his leg at school and doesn't want to tell anyone about it. But that doesn't mean Mr Stark doesn't already know.

Walk It Off by cyborgchickenbanana

Steve forgets that Peter is just a kid, not a seasoned Avenger.

Mistakes by happyaspie

Peter is injured during a mission but Tony is too distracted to notice... or listen when Peter tries to ask him for help. This leads to some frustrated tears, a trip to medical, a few promises and, of course, forgiveness.

when my body won't hold me anymore (where will I go) by madasthesea

But he knows. He knows.

He can feel it.

Peter’s dead.

Peter Parker watches as Tony carefully arranges his limbs on a cot.

“Mr. Stark,” he tries for the dozenth time. No one hears him.

stop, don't start by iron_spider

“Shit shit shit.” Tony severely underestimated this guy, if this is on him, because Tony has a backup plan for every backup plan in his suit, has protocols for every misstep, every frayed wire, every glitch, and yet here he is, someone else’s weapon.

The true horror of it doesn’t set in until Tony sees Spider-Man swing by—Tony raises his own hand, aims and locks on.

“No, no!” Tony yells, panicking. “No!”

He shoots a repulsor blast, and knocks Peter out of the air.

Cold Snap by inkinmyheartandonthepage

“Hey, did you know that some spiders hibernate.”

“I did,” Peter hummed happily.

“Hmmm. And did you think that it would have been wise to share that little bit of information?” Tony huffed.

“Why?” Peter frowned.

“I don’t know, maybe because you triggered a hibernation sequence and you’ve been asleep for three days,” Tony quipped.

Mother May I by battybatzgirl

Peter gets hurt a lot. But that's fine! He doesn't need Karen to call Tony every time he gets a concussion or a broken bone. He heals up just fine on his own. He doesn't need to have a hospital on call.

Until the one time things go too far.

Whumptober Prompt Day 3: Impaled

Presumed Dead by spooderboyandtincan

After a HYDRA mission goes wrong, Peter is presumed dead and Tony mourns his son, until...

#spider-man #spider-man fics #spiderson #spiderson fics #irondad and spiderson #iron man #irondad fics #irondad #tony stark #tony stark fics #peter parker #peter parker fics #injured peter

[undrthelights]

thinking about them ☹️

#okay but…. #when he tells her to shut up then kisses her #i melt every time #also who wouldn’t want spider man to come thru your window all injured so you can patch him up?? #just me??? #peter parker #gwen stacy #the amazing spider man

[motoroil-recs]

kinfession response!!! (cw violence!)

@ ☂️🍭🍋 anon HIII!!!! ANOTHER FELLOW PERSON WHO'S BEEN STABBED !! AND DIED!! horrible thing to remember, but it gets like that sometimes lmao

That was really all, I just saw a fellow Stabbed person and felt like I had to share 👍👍 Hope ya figure it out, figuring out yourself through memories is difficult at times 😬 Good luck w that 😭

- Peter Parker, #💿🕸️🕷️

🏎️‼️

#🏎️ — KINFESSION ! #kinfession #kin blog #kin help #fictionkin #💿🕸️🕷️ anon #peter parker kin #spiderman kin #spider-man kin #if theres any solace to be found‚ is that you're absolutely never alone in your experiences. #You may have been grievously injured and are unfortunately made to remember it but at least. we all have eachother? Question mark?

[ctrsara]

The start of a series I’d like to explore post-Homecoming, showing how the relationship between Peter and Tony could have developed.

#tony stark is a good mentor #tony stark and peter parker #Irondad and Spiderson #peter parker gets injured