#way too big. he's supposed to be the friendly neighbourhood spider-man. i don't mind him dealing with a space goo alien or maybe joining in

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Your spiderman fics are so good! I was wondering if you could write a fic of the scene in spiderman homecoming where the warehouse collapses on top of him and maybe have tony come to save him? I don't know if you're taking requests right now, if not just ignore this.

Aw thank you! I’m so glad you like them! Yeah absolutely that scene was wonderful, the noises he made and the acting gosh it was great. I couldn’t remember all the details about what happened so I just made stuff up lol or left stuff out about how the building collapse happened but anyway I hope you like it please let me know what you think of it. It’s called “I admit I’m scared.”

Water dripped, and metal creaked, and Peter couldn’t move.The building had come down so fast, he hadn’t had time to think. Now he wastrapped beneath metal and wood, and he could barely take in a breath.

Peter wriggled in his trap, becoming more panicked as theseconds ticked on. He didn’t like not being able to move, he didn’t like beingvulnerable. He clawed at his mask, ripping the fabric away from his pantingmouth as he tried desperately to free himself from the wreckage.

His chest burned, and he let out a cry of agony as pain shotthrough his leg like a knife. With his heightened senses, he could feel every millimetreof movement as his broken bone shifted in his leg. It hurt so badly and felt sowrong that he suddenly felt nauseous.

Panic welled up within him. He was hurt and trapped andalone. He could die under a pile of rubble and no one would find him. Aunt maywould be alone.

Tears fells, quick and hot over Peter’s cheeks as he startedto scream.

“Help! Someone help me, please!” His voice cracked as he letout a sob. He was so, so, scared. He should have just listened to Tony, heshould have stayed away from trouble and been a friendly neighbourhood Spider-man.But now he was trapped and he was going to die.

Water dripped from the wreckage, falling over pieces ofdebris and scrap, and falling into Peter’s eyes and mouth, and he spat it outand shook his head.

He didn’t have time to wallow, he couldn’t afford the luxuryof feeling sorry for himself. Tony’s words rang, harsh in his ears.

“If you’re nothing without the suit, then you shouldn’t haveit.”

But he also remembered the look on Mr Starks face when he’dfirst met him, the pride and awe at the footage of Peter catching a car to stopit from hitting into the tram.

He was spider-man before the suit, and he was spider-mannow. Shaking hands, pressed against the ground, Peter grunting with the effortof trying to stand underneath the wreck on top of him. He knew his broken leg wouldn’tbe able to take any weight, and even getting to his knees would hurt like hell,but he had to try, he had to prove that he was more than a kid.

His arms shook with the effort, and his chest screamed inagony as he strained his broken ribs. But he could do this. He was spider-man.

“Come on Peter, you can do it. Come on. Come on Spider-man.”

Grunts and pants escaped his clenched teeth, and he criedout as he lifted the rubble enough to crawl out of. It was a tight squeeze, hiscostume catching on pieces of rock and scrap as he wrenched himself out. Ithurt so badly, just to move, that his eyes became blurry, black spots dancingacross vision as his body begged to just black out, to just end the pain. Buthe wasn’t safe yet, he needed to find help, and there was no way he was walkingon his broken leg.

He gave himself a moment to catch his breath, rubbing hiseyes at an attempt to stop the spinning his head was doing. When he opened hiseyes, looking around at the mess he’d made of the warehouse, he also got aglimpse at his leg.

He almost threw up then and there, it looked so bad.

His leg wasn’t supposed to look like that. It was like…hisleg was bent…in the middle of his calf.

Peter’s world went white for a few seconds, before he foundhimself looking up at the sky.

“Huh, must…have black…ed out.” Peter frowned at the way hiswords jumbled and melted in his mouth, coming out like stretched gum, and hadthe distant thought that maybe it was time to find help. But he’d triedscreaming and that hadn’t worked.

Looking down at himself, he realised he was in his Spideysuit. He had to make sure no one found him in his costume, because then they’dknow his identity. He knew he should call Tony, but…oh! Peter gave himself alittle tap on the forehead for forgetting about the special pocket he’d made sothat his phone wouldn’t fall out when he was doing his spider thing.

His hands were all sleepy and strange, in fact his wholebody was, so it took a few moments just to pull the phone from his pocket, butonce he had he quickly dialled the well-known number.

As usual, no one picked up, and he got the voicemail he’dheard a hundred times.

“This is Tony’s direct line, you shouldn’t have this but ifyou do, you already know how this works. Anyway, do the ‘leave you message atthe sound of the beep thing.’”

The familiar beep sounded, and Peter knew it was his turn totalk, but he couldn’t remember what he was supposed to say.

“Hey Tony…um… what was I going to…?” The teenager was so confusedhe forgot he was holding a phone at all.

“Ugh, I can’t concen…trate, why does everything hurt? Oh…yeah,I broke the building. Whoops. My bad. Bad Peter.”

His mind was slipping, melting everything together andconfusing his every thought. He didn’t even notice the click, that told himsomeone had picked up the call. Tony’s voice came through.

“Pete? Did you say you broke a building?”

Peter smiled, his eyes dipping lower in exhaustion. “Heeeeyyy,Mr Stark. Yeah, it was an accident though, I p…promise.”

Tony spoke again, this time sounding more concerned, andthere was noise in the background, though Peter couldn’t figure out what itwas.

“Peter. Were you in the building when it broke?”

He had to think about that one. He looked around a little,too tired now, to move much.

“Umm, I think so. It was scary. And loud.”

The noises coming from the phone came louder, and morerushed. There were other voices too, one of them Tony’s, but they weren’t directedtowards Peter.

“Friday, give me his vitals, and why wasn’t I alertedearlier?”

A nice voice replied, sounding patient. “I cannot give youhis vitals. He isn’t wearing the suit you gave him, you took that away.”

Tony cursed. Naughty Tony. “Just track his phone then, andtell me where he is.”

This time Mr Stark did talk to Peter, which was a good thingbecause he’d just been about to fall asleep.

“Peter, are you hurt?”

He let out a small groan, to indicate that yes, he was, andhe was too tired to talk right now, but this only made Tony’s voice get louder.

“Peter! Answer me!”

“…I think…my leg is on sideways. It’s not supposed to do that.”

Tony swore again, noises from the phone becoming loud, like enginesand jets.

“I’m coming, kid. Just hang on, keep talking to me.F.R.I.D.A.Y, call a med team and send them to Spider-Man’s location.”

Peter blinked, and used his free hand to pull a rock fromunder his back, that had been digging into his skin, uncomfortably.

“Talk about what? Oh… did you know I once met Iron man whenI was little? That was pretty cool, he’s a good guy.”

The phone made noise again, a worried voice coming throughbut Peter didn’t know if he could remember who it was. Stupid, melty brain.

“That was me, Pete. I’m Iron man. Just stay awake for mebuddy, I’m coming to get you.”

The noises from the phone were louder, like they were in abig hurry, and Peter dropped the phone beside his head. The hammer inside hishead didn’t like all the noise.

It was cold, wherever Peter was, and he was not comfortableat all. He should get a new mattress, because it was definitely broken if itwas this jagged and hard to lie on.

Peter blinked again, and opened his eyes to see a giantmetal man landing on the ground beside him. Oh, that was Iron man, he knew him.

Iron man took his mask off and knelt beside Peter, face awashwith concern. His hands hovered over the teenager, unsure of where to touch.

“Peter, oh god. This is…you’ll be okay, just focus on me.F.R.I.D.A.Y where is that med team, I need them here now.”

The nice voice answered again. “They’re three minutes out, I’llnotify them of Peter’s injuries. Oblique displaced fracture of the left tibiashaft, three broken ribs, multiple minor lacerations, internal bleeding, gradethree concussion-“

“That’s enough. What should I do?”

Peter didn’t know if Tony was talking to him or the nicevoice, but he didn’t know the answer either way so he stayed quiet. Thankfully,the nice voice answered.

“I believe he may be going into shock. Keep him awake, andcalm, and try to warm him up if possible.”

Tony nodded, taking the teenagers hand, and trying to calmhis own panicked breaths.

“Peter, how did this happen?”

Peter wasn’t sure what he was talking about. Everything wasjust too confusing for his slippery brain to hold all at once. It would be mucheasier if he weren’t so tired. Maybe he should just take a quick nap.

“G’night.”

Tony didn’t sound happy about his decision, voice too loudand scared.

“No, no no, Pete, stay awake! Don’t close your eyes kid,come on!”

But it was too late, Peter was already dreaming about a truckfull of paramedics running towards him. Huh, that was a weird dream, maybe thatwas real after all.

“Sorry, too tired.” Peter closed his eyes and let theblackness swallow him up.

…………………

Tony couldn’t breathe. He’d taken the kids suit to protecthim, and now he was fighting for his life in the back of an ambulance. Oh god,that leg, he couldn’t look at it without wanting to throw up, and that face.That innocent face with the huge eyes that made it so hard to turn him downwhen he begged for something. It was covered in bruises and scrapes, eyesclosed and skin pale.

There was blood seeping from his hairline, and his suit wascut open to expose his mottled chest. Dark bruises crept over Peter’s innocentskin, and the wires and tubes being placed all over him, made the kid looksmaller, and more vulnerable.

God, this was all his fault. He took the kids hand and squeezedit lightly as the paramedics continued to work.

“Hang on, Pete.”

………………

Everything was numb. Which, in comparison to some mornings,was pretty good. As Spider-man, Peter was no stranger to waking up with achesand pains from a previous days workout or ass kicking. So, sometimes he felloff buildings, no big deal, he was alive, wasn’t he?

Except everything was numb this time, not ‘there’s no pain,so I’m not hurt’ but more like, I’m hurt badly and on a lot of meds to remedythat.

There was a beeping somewhere close to his head, insistentand annoying. Was that his alarm? Or…no his alarm didn’t sound like that.

Tired eyes blinked open to a white ceiling. Huh, that didn’tlook like his bedroom. But if he was numb, and therefore probably hurt, he wouldn’tbe at home anyway.

“Peter? Are you with me?”

That was Tony. Peter blinked again and tried to find theowner of the voice. Thankfully, he stood, so Peter wouldn’t have to move tofind him.

He looked a little ruffled, his clothes wrinkled as if he’dbeen wearing them for a while. Peter took a moment to look down at himself,before answering. He was lying in a hospital bed, blankets and wires coveringmost of him, except the casted leg that was help up with a pillow. His chestwas raised, so that he was almost sitting, to take pressure off his brokenribs.

Peter turned back to Tony, trying to keep his words fromslurring.

“Thanks for saving me.”

His mind was a little fuzzy, and he didn’t remember a lot ofwhat had happened, but he remembered someone holding his hand and talking tohim when he was scared and confused.

Tony’s shoulders slumped a little, visibly relaxing now thathe knew the teenager was okay. He sat back in his chair and started tapping onhis phone, trying his best to look as if he hadn’t lost his mind with worry.

“No problem, but how about next time you just listen to meand not go after a super villain by yourself.”

Peter, let out a small sigh, voice quiet and more childlikethan he’d meant it to be. “Sorry. I just wanted to help.”

Tony looked up from his screen, and laid a careful hand onthe kid’s arm.

“I’m glad you’re okay. And…you know, I’ll always be therefor you.”

Peter could hear the strain in his voice, he knew how difficultit was for the older man to be so gentle with him. He smiled, closing his eyesagain as the drugs in his system pulled him back to sleep.

��Thanks dad.”

Tony froze at that word, that title, but the teenager hadalready fallen asleep. He smiled just a little, while his heart squeezed tightin his chest.

“No problem, under-roo’s.”

(please tell me what you think of this!!!! I’ll post it on my ao3 and ff.net accounts too!)

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