#debri

Everything would be okay. This wasn’t like last time. Granted, this might be worse than last time.

But he had gotten out just fine last time! And this time he wasn’t even alone! 

He had Karen to keep him company.

“Peter, your heart beat is speeding up. You need to take deep breaths. I’m contacting Mr. Stark.”

“No need to do that. I’ll get out. I just need a second to breathe.” “Peter.” Karen said in the most deadpan way possible. “You are trapped under three floors of rubble and your legs are showing signs of damage. If you do not seek help the damage will be worse.”

Peter let his eyes close, taking deep shuddering breaths. “Okay.”

“I’m glad you agree because I’ve already contacted him.”

Peter’s eyes flew open just as he heard the beep that signaled that Mr. Stark was connecting to the suit. 

“Peter, your suit sent out a distress signal, what’s wrong?”

“Her name is Karen.”

Mr. Stark was silent for a moment. “Name choice aside, what’s the emergency?”

Peter hesitated for a moment. He didn’t want Mr. Stark to see him as weak. Didn’t want him to take away the suit again. He didn’t want to be alone again.

“Peter, what’s wrong?”

“Um… I may be trapped under a building?”

There was silence. Peter would have fidgeted if he hadn’t been trapped. “Say that again?” Mr. Stark’s voice was tense.

“But I’m fine! I can wait if you’re busy. I know you have a lot of things to take care of and I’m just a kid that you feel obligated to take care of and–”

“Kid!” he interrupted which was probably good since Peter would have kept rambling. “Of course I'm coming to get you. I’m tracking your location now. I just thought we’d agreed that you wouldn’t be facing down any big bads by yourself. Friendly Neighborhood Spider, remember?”

“I know! I didn’t think they were that bad! I just saw some people being sneaky and I followed them.”

Mr. Stark sighed. “Fine. I’m almost at your location. Just hold tight, okay?”

“Sure.” he responded but things were starting to feel a bit fuzzy, the panic he had tried to keep under control making him start to feel groggy. 

“Spiderman?”

He could hardly feel his legs.

“Kid!”

Maybe he could take a nap while he waited for Mr. Stark.

“Peter!”

****

Peter woke up to a beeping machine and the tingling that came from the good pain medicine. 

He opened his eyes slowly.

He was in the medical room at the Tower. He looked around and saw Mr. Stark asleep on the chair next to him.

Peter smiled.