K.O.

                                    

                                          
It was an apartment building that set fire, nothing major, but it was Mj's building. 
                          
Everyone got out, except two. Mj and her little brother. So Peter found a way in and quickly located the two of them.
                          
 "Mj!" He called as soon as he saw her.
                          
 "Peter? Peter! My- my brother. He's hurt. You have to get him out of here." 
                          
There was a shake, and the place he came through was shut down by a big slab of concrete and metal. 
                          
"Karen, call dad." He began diggning through rubble as Mj consoles her brother. 
                          
"Pete? You alright?" His dad asked. 
                          
"Dad, there's a fire. There are two people in here, one injured. He's a little boy. There's only one way out, but I have to hold it open. I need you to make sure they get out okay. Maybe send a suit if your on a mission or in a meeting."
                          
"I'm on my way." Peter looked back at Mj. 
                          
"Hurry." The line went dead. "Mj, Mj listen to me. I'm going to lift up this slab of metal and concrete, and it opens out into a stairway. The stairway has fire on it, but a windows open. My dad should be there to make sure you get out. When I lift this up, you have to take your brother and run."
                          
She nodded. Peter ran over and began to lift up the slab slowly. When he saw the blood coming from the little boy, he used more strength and it went up enough for them to get through. Peter let it fall down. He tried to find another way out. 
                          
"SPSP activated. All calls from Dad must be answered." Karen said. 
                          
"Peter, I'm outside where are you."
                          
"I'm working on a way out. I'll be fine Dad. You don't have to wor-" The building shook again and another slab of metal fell. On top of Peter. 
                          
~Six Months Later~
                          
𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕕𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕕𝕒𝕪  
ʍouʞ ᴉ 'ɥɐǝʎ
                          
~Six Months Later~
                          
Peter heard something. He only saw black and his eyelids were too heavy to open but he heard something. 
                          
"Hey kid. It's me again. Uh, I know I said I was going to coming if you didn't wake up, but you know I would never. I miss you Peter." Tony's voice broke as he began to cry. "Peter please wake up. I need you here for me. I know that sounds selfish but these pst six months have been hell. I need you kid. I need you so much you don't even know. Mj was just here. I think she blames herself, even though it was me. She really likes you Peter. She doesn't seem to want to show it, but she does. Ned came by last week, and Mays still on vacation. She wanted to cancel but I told her that since it was planned by me last year, if you wake up I'll just turn her plane around. The Rouge Avengers are officially pardoned. You'd like Wanda, she makes just as many vine references. It actually helps me, the fact that she does. But, it isn't the same. Peter please just wake up." 
                          
Tony placed his hand on Peter's and Peter used all his willpower to squeeze his hand. Tony gasped. 
                          
"BRUCE!" Tony screams at the top of his lungs. Peter finally gains enough strength to open his eyes slowly. 
                          
Bruce began pressing a stethoscope to his chest. "Hey. Can you answer a few questions." Peter nodded, drowsy. 
                          
"What's your name?"
                          
"P-Peter."
                          
"What's my name?"
                          
"Dr. Banner, but since you like me I get to call you Bruce." 
                          
"And him?" Bruce pointed at Tony. 
                          
"That's dad."
                          
Tony engulfed him in a hug. "I've missed you kid. No more comas that last half the damn year, alright." 
                          
Peter giggled. "Language."