Summary- When something happens to Peter and he is shot with some kind of gun. What will be the repoccutions, and will Tony be able to reverse it.

(Third Person P.O.V)

-Flashback-

Peter jumped into the alley, or more Spiderman did, anyway, the man held some kind of alien gun in his hand.

"Hey man, you wanna put the gun down?" Peter asks the man.

But instead of listening to the spider, he glares angrily and holds up the gun, pointing it to Peter.

"Ah spiderman. Just the Spider i was looking for, i got this new gun and wanted to test it out." The man replies, seemingly admiring the gun that is settled in his hand.

The man raises the gun and fires it at Peter, but then doges out of the way just in time. He is about to say something when the man fires again.

This time Peter is a second to slow.

The blast only clips him, but somehow he knows it has done damage.

The man laughs, but Peter ignores the burning pain in his veins as he grabs the gun from the mans hand with his webs.

His laughter stops short when the gun is gone, but he looks to Peter with a smirk before shrugging and walking off.

Peter raises his wrist to shoot a web and stop the man, but when he does the fire seems to unleash its wraf on Peter as he drops to the floor in pain.

"K ca-call dad." Peter whispers as his eyes shut and he falls into the darkness that is plagued with pain.

-End of Flashback-

(Peter's P.O.V)

As soon as my eyes open, something feels off. Normally when i wake up, i can hear heartbeats, and i can see things i shouldn't and smell things from afar.

But this time, this time, i couldn't see the small dust particles, i couldn't smell any food being made or hear anyone talking or the sounds from outside.

I sit up in bed, and wince as pain shots through my chest.

Looking down i see a bandage wrapped around the wound from yesterday, with blood staining it slightly.

Fear wraps around me like a blanket as i remove the bandages and see i haven't healed.

At all.

Shakily i stand and head towards the door.

Once into the hall i say "FRI, where is dad?"

'Boss is in his lab Mini boss.' FRIDAY replies.

I send her and thank you and head toward the lab. On the way there i decide to make sure i still have my powers.

I stop at a wall, and will my hand to stick to it. But nothing happens, and i can feel the fear increase with every passing second.

I grab a hammer that was sat on the side and try to bend it, normally i can bend anything. But not even a dent appears.

I walk to the lab, feeling drained and useless. Maybe without all my powers and everything, my dad and the team won't like me, i mean how could they like skinny, defenceless Peter compared to muscular and strong Peter.

Apparently while stuck in my thoughts i had already got to the lab.

I blink multiple times and bring myself back into reality as my dad looks at me with worry in his eyes.

"Petey are you okay? You took quite a hit back there and you sure took your time to wake up." Dad says, concern in his voice.

I can feel myself starting to break down, as my hands shake and tears start to fall.

Within seconds i am in my dads arms, sobs ripping through my throat as my dad tries to calm me down.

I can feel myself start to find it harder and harder to breath, now only being able to wheeze, while still crying badly. Before my powers i had asthma and i guess that come back.

My dad seems to hear, and he pulls away to look at me in concern. But when he sees me struggle to suck in a breath he jumps up and runs to the side to grab an inhaler i had thought he had got rid of.

"Pete, take this okay." Dad says as he uncaps the inhaler and presses it to my lips. He then presses the top and i greedily take in the supplies air, feeling my lungs finally take in enough air.

I lean my head against his chest as he cards his hand through my hair.

"I lost my powers." I whisper, knowing he wanted to know what was wrong.

My dad kisses my head and says, seemingly reading my mind, "You know that changes nothing for me. I loved you before you had your powers, and when you did. You're still my son and i swear nothing will ever change that. I love you Petey pie, everyone does."

I smile at him and say, "But i liked having them."

My dad nods and points to something on the table, "Were you shot with that?"

I look over and see the gun sitting on the table. I nod remembering vividly what it was.

"Do you want your powers back?" Dad asks, pulling away to look into my eyes.

I think for a moment and then nod.

"I want to be able to help people. And save them, it would be easier with powers, and i loved being Spiderman. Please." I slightly plead with him, hoping he can find a way to get them back.

My dad nods and says, "We'll get them back for you then."

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A day later and i had my powers back.

All dad had to do was mix some of my blood with the object that was in the gun, that had obviously taken my powers.

Thankfully i didn't have to go through all the pain like the first time i got my powers, but i promised myself i would be a lot more careful next time. Or as dad had said, don't like there be a next time.

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