Summary- When Peter is fighting, and things turn bad, what will kick in. Fight, or flight.

(Peter's P.O.V)

I jump down into the alley, watching as the dozen or so men turn around, letting the man go. I watch as he runs away, and the other men point their weapons towards me.

"Woah woah woah, calm down guys. There is no need for the violence." I say with a little laugh, the men just glare at me.

A man steps forward and says, "Well well well, if it isn't the little spider freak."

I gasp and place my hand over my chest, "I am so hurt." I muse to them.

The man who stepped forward glares at me, he then turns to his fellow glaring maniacs and nods his head.

I take it the nod doesn't mean, 'Yeah lads, lets just give up and leave him.' But instead mean 'Let's kill him.' Because then all of their guns were firing their bullets at me.

I jump out of the way of most the bullets, but some lodge themselves into my stomach and shoulder. I wince but start to fight.

One by one they go down, but so does my energy. From what i can tell, i have been stabbed 3 times, both in the stomach, shot in the chest, shoulder and abdomen. And to many cuts and bruises to count. I know i need to get the fight over with before i pass out.

Now down to the last guy, AKA, the leader -or at least that's what i've decided because he ordered them around.-

I can feel the blood fall from me, but i fight the need to pass out. I know i need to stop them all.

We start hand to hand combat, kick and punch, dodge and side step. He pulls out a knife, which i am able to dodge. Mostly.

5 minutes pass before i punch him hard enough to send him into the land of the dreamless. I make sure to web him up and i start to head home.

I know my fight isn't over yet. I know i need to fight to stay alive, to move and get home before i pass out in an alley and die. I can slowly feel my soul float aimlessly from my body, but every time i pull it back. I will not give up so easily.

I can see the tower in view, and i know i am nearly safe. But everything in my body wants to shut down, curl up into a ball and die. It would be a near painless death, i am mostly already numb from all the pain.

But then memories play through my head, and i know i can't give in. I can't go out like this. So i keep moving.

I land on the balcony and fall to the floor. Before i pass out i whisper, "Dad."

Then it's all dark. I don't know if i won the fight, but i know i sure as hell fought.

(Tony's P.O.V)

I sit in my lab, working on a new project, my music plays loudly in the background.

My music comes to a swift halt, and i am about to protest when FRIDAY cuts in.

'Sir, it appears Mini boss is back, but he is mortally wounded and needs medical help right now. He is on the balcony.'

My eyes go wide and my heart drops. The suit wraps around me and i know the fastest way to get to my son.

"WINDOW." I shout, as soon as i do the widow opens and i fly out.

I shot upwards until i reach the top of the tower, where the balcony is. As soon as i arrive my heart breaks at the sight.

Peter's mask is still half on, blood surrounds him and makes him look lifeless.

I run to him and let the suit dissolve back into the reactor.

I kneel beside him and take his mask of, fighting back tears as i see him face pale and dark circles around his eyes.

"Petey." I say, desperate for a reply.

When none comes, i look more closely at his wounds and know i have no more time to waste.

I scoop him into my arms, the suit back around me. I fly to the med bay, knowing Bruce will be there. As soon as i land he comes running to me and Peter is taken away from me.

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Time passed slowly, too slow for my liking. I prayed to everything i knew that my son was okay and he would live.

When Bruce walked back out i looked to him.

Bruce nods and i quickly run into Peter's room. I see him lying there, but this time he looks more alive. His eyes are open and when he sees me he smiles dopely like he is on a high dosage of drugs -he is-.

"Hey Petey. You sure gave me a fright." I say as i sit beside him and take his hand.

"Sorry. But fought to get here." He says, his words slurring slightly together.

I smile a little, and say, "You did fight bud. And i'm proud of you for that."

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