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You: Peter lay tangled in the sheets of his bed, his chest rising with every labored breath. A heavy sheen of cold sweat covered his body, his face twitching in a pain he wasn't entirely aware of. He wasn't entirely aware of anything really. His eyes were shut in a tight grimace, relaxing occasionally, but rarely. All he remembered before this was walking home from school, on his way to Stark Tower. He had cut through an alley, figuring it would be faster. It was a nasty alley, he swore he ran into the biggest spider web he'd ever seen. That's when he began to feel sick. He'd barely made it to the Tower before he collapsed in the kitchen. Steve sat by his bed, pushing down the anger burning inside him over the fact that he just didn't know how to help his son.
Stranger: Tony opened the door with his foot, holding a tray of some sorts as he walked in. "Hey." he whispered. "Brought some soup if you feel up for it." He placed the tray on the table by the bed, leaning over to put his hand over Peter's head. Tony made a face as he grabbed the cloth next to the bowl and folded it. He put it over Peter's forehead. "How you feeling, champ?"
You: Peter groaned but seemed to relax at the cool sensation on his forehead. His eyes fluttered for a moment, before closing again. Steve sighed, running a hand through his hair. "He won't even respond now. I've been trying to talk to him for almost an hour, and I've gotten nothing." He said, frustrated with himself more than anything. He hadn't seen anyone this out of it since the war, and that was not something he wanted related to his son. "Any ideas? This can't just be the common cold. He was fine this morning."
Stranger: Tony looked at him, sheepishly. "How pissed would you be if I ran a few tests?" He asked jokingly. He sighed, straightening. "I don't know. I could call Banner. He knows," Tony waved his arms, looking for the words. 'Um, sickness stuff." He finished rather lamely.
You: "Honestly, I'm okay with anything at this point. I just want to figure out what's wrong." Steve answered, thought not completely sold on the idea of Peter being poked and prodded at with needles and such. But it didn't matter what /he/ was comfortable with when Peter was at stake. Steve frowned in thought. "But Bruce is more an expert in mutations, gamma, radiation..." He stood from his chair, facing Steve. "You don't honestly think it could be that bad, do you?"
Stranger: Tony shrugged, more as a reflex than anything. "I doubt it but lately, who knows." He grabbed his hand and a gave it a reassuring squeeze. "He's going to be fine. I mean, what could happen?"
You: Steve sighed, returning the squeeze. "You're right. I'm overreacting. I just..." Steve trailed off when Peter shifted on the bed, the sheets slipping off his arms to reveal an angry red and swollen bump on his bicep. A small mark in the centre oozed just specks of blood, but the area around it almost seemed to be glowing. "Tony.... what is that?"
Stranger: "Shit." Tony let go of Steve's hand, nudging him out of the way. He leaned over, fingers hovering over the mark as if unsure what to do. "It kind of looks like a spider bite." He decided to slay his fingers around the bump. "A really really bad spider bite." Tony turned around, frowning the cogs in his head clicking into place. "Is her allergic?" He asked quickly.
You: Peter whimpered in pain the moment Tony's fingers grazed the bump. Steve shot to his side, brushing the damp hair out of his face in the only form of comfort he could offer. His soldier side was kicking in, staying as calm as he could in a potential crisis. "No, not that we know of. It would have been in his adoption papers." He answered.
Stranger: Tony frowned, "JARVIS," A slight beeping noise was the reply from the interface. "JARVIS bring up Peter's adoption file again." He squeezed between the bed and Steve to get to the wall. A blue computer file appeared in the air and Tony tapped it, fingering through the information. He paused, reading different papers before flipping them through to some other section of the room. He stopped in front of one. "Well, that rules allergies out." He mumbled, grabbing the page and crumpling it onto for it to be straighten out as he tossed it to his right. He tapped a couple of other pages before he leaned forward, reading the words. "Did you know a Richard and Mary Parker?"
You: Steve reluctantly left Peter's side, walking over to stand beside Tony, trying to look at the files. He shook his head. "Not personally, no." He answered truthfully, sending a glance at Peter just over his shoulder to check on him. His heart was hammering in his chest at this point. Soldier training be damned, this was his /son/.
Stranger: "Worked for SHIELD." Tony rubbed his eyes. He should probably get glasses. "No recorded date of death. Weird. Um, yadda yadda yadda yadda," Tony mumbled scrolling down the page looking for anything of interest. "Killed in a plane crash mission thingy. Third Red Skull," Tony paused realizing that this could have some importance to Steve before moving on. That could wait. "Worked on radiation stuff." He mumbled reaching the end of the page. "On spiders." His voice was a little surprised and he moved out f Steve's way walking out of the room and mumbling some incoherent things under his breath.
You: Steve's fists clenched at the mention of Red Skull, or anyone who took up the allias. He listened carefully to Tony, trying to decode whatever he was saying. "But what does all of this have to do with it?" He asked, watching as Tony walked out of the room, talking to himself and continuing on like he hadn't hear him. He followed him to the doorway. "Tony? Tony!" He called down the hall. For a moment, he was torn between following him, and staying, but he couldn't bare to leave Peter alone like this. Who knew what could happen. He paced the room, racking his brain for any way to make this make sense.
Stranger: Tony half walked half jumped down the stairs. Parker. That name sounded way too familiar at the orphanage and way too familiar now. He pushed open the doors of his workshop, pulling open drawers and scrambling through the contents. "Where are you?" He hissed, slamming them shut to pace around his sanctuary, checking every corner he could. "Where are you, where are you, where are you?" He muttered, finally laying down and looking under the cars. He felt a small tap at his back and Tony involuntarily kicked at the object, sending DUMMY flying in the opposite direction with a scratching sound. The machine wailed and Tony whipped around. "DUMMY, you idiot!" He yelled, pulling the robot into a standing position. "What the hell? Do you want to be donated?" He stopped ranting as the machine pushed a device towards him on the floor. Tony blinked, bending down to pick it up again, running his fingers over the metal. He grinned. "Ok, dumbot. I love you." He patted the machine on the head, running back up the stairs.
You: It took all of Steve's self control not to punch a hole in the wall out of pure frustration. Some was wrong, really really wrong, with Peter, he didn't know what it was, or what he could do about it, and now Tony was off and he had no idea what he was doing! His eyes flicked back and forth from his path to Peter, as if expecting him to disappear at any moment. He had bee about ready to go down and find Tony himself when he heard him running up the stairs.
Stranger: "Steve." He called breathlessly, pushing open the door with his shoulder. He grinned. "I think I got it. I hope I got. God, I really hope I didn't get it." Tony stood on the other side of Peter's bed, punching in numbers into the handheld device.
You: "Tony, what the hell are you going on about?!" Steve demanded, his anxiety building with every second. He was no technophobe (anymore,) but that device was somehow relevant to Peter's health, so he damn well wanted to know what it was.
Stranger: Tony flashed him the glowing face of the machine. "This is a Geiger counter. It's a broken prototype but it should do the trick." He mumbled, pulling at a loose wire at the back. "It's kind of like a radiation detector." Tony looked up, "I've called Banner and he should be coming in about thirty minutes because I sure as hell don't know anything about radiation. Or at least, not anything passed college level." He said quickly, glad that there was something in his hands that he could fiddle with to calm himself down.
You: Steve nodded, putting the pieces together bit by bit. He sat on the other side of the bed, giving Tony the space he needed. Peter rolled toward him in his hazy sleep, mumbling incoherently. Steve ruffled his hair gently, muttering to him, "It's alright buddy, we've gotcha." He watched Tony play around with the device, not even bothering to try to figure out what he was doing. "And you think this has something to do with radiation?" He asked, knowing the answer, though he didn't like it.
Stranger: "I'm kind of pulling at straws here." Tony said, allowing some of the desperation and sleep deprived nights enter his voice. "But, maybe. This is agreeing with that theory." He paused, shaking the monitor. "I think."
You: "It is?" Steve jumped up, walking around the bed to look over Tony's shoulder at the monitor. It was times like this he truly cursed being so out of time. Not soley for everything he left behind, but for the fact that everytime he thought he had everything in the millennium down, something new surprised him. "But if it is radiation, what does that mean? What'll happen?"
Stranger: Tony shook his head. "I don't know. I really don't. I should but, I just don't. I made this stupid thing and I can't even read the monitor." He growled smacking it against his hand. "It's going completely off the charts if it is working." Tony squinted at the scribbled lines.
You: Steve nodded, slightly guilty for expecting Tony to know everything about everything. He wrapped one arm around his shoulders, pulling him close to his side. "Don't beat yourself up, you're doing the best you can." He said sincerely.
Stranger: "No, I ought to know." He mumbled, automatically relaxing into Steve. Tony pressed a couple more buttons. "Where the hell is Banner anyways?" Another click. "JARVIS, call Banner." He ordered, popping open the back of the divide and fishing around with the batteries and chords.
You: Steve placed a quick kiss to Tony's temple, about to take the call considering Tony was pretty engrossed in tinkering around with the device, when he stopped short. Peter groaned loudly, his entire body tensing, head tossing and turning on his pillow. "Peter?" His heart all but stopped as he rushed to his son, receiving no response but a broken cry. "Peter!" He called more urgently.
Stranger: Tony dropped the thing on floor, and the springs made a distresses noise in protest. "Shit." He said again. Tony's hands hovered over the boy like before, unsure of what to do. Human's were soft and disorganized and complicated and Tony really couldn't figure out to do right now. He looked helplessly at Steve as the door rang. "I'll be back in a second, ok?" He said a little panicky, running out the door.
You: Steve nodded, practically shaking. He'd never been this scared in his life. He looked back down at Peter, trying to find some way to calm him down, and utterly failing. His thrashing grew violent, to the point that Steve had to pin him down to the bed for fear that he'd hurt himself. "C'mon Pete, it's alright, you're okay." He muttered over and over again with no affect.
Stranger: There were some muffled arguments behind the door as Banner walked in, carrying a briefcase of some sort while Tony lifted a box behind in. Tony set it aside, eyeing the doctor as he stood there assessing the situation before pulling off his coat. "How long has he been like this?"
You: "Since he got home at around three, so five hours give or take." Steve answered quickly, still trying to pin the boy down. He watched Bruce assess him, searching his face for any sign of recognition or hope for a solution.
Stranger: "And you just decided to call me now?" Bruce looked up from Peter's bedside quizzically. Tony, rummaging through the boxes for something he knew answered, "We had it under control. It got worse about," He paused thinking of the time. "Um, ten minutes ago? Yeah, ten minutes ago." He glanced at Steve, biting his lip as he continued to search for something that they could both do. Bruce touched Peter's head, frowning. "I'm guessing he doesn't respond either." He mumbled, opening the boy's mouth and flashing a light inside. "Can you get him to open his eyes for me?" He asked. The question was directed at Steve as he unlocked the clasps to the briefcase.
You: "Yeah, yeah, I'll try." Steve answered anxiously, not sure if he'd be able to. He loosened his grip on Peter, just enough so that he could shift one hand up to brush the damp hair from his forehead. "Peter? Peter, come on, shhh, calm down buddy. We're getting you help, alright? We just need you to open your eyes for a moment, just a moment and we can help you. Understand? You're going to be fine, just open your eyes." He spoke softly. He held his breath, about to attempt to get through to him when Peter moaned, scrunched his face for a moment, and slowly managed to open his eyes halfway. Eyelids dropping in exhaustion, he fought to keep them open.
Stranger: Bruce leaned over, flashing the light again. "Ok. I'm set." He turned back. "Thanks." He pulled on a pair of plastic gloves, grabbing a needle and filling it up with some for of liquid. He tapped it a couple times, squirting it's continents. "Has he had any liquids for the past three hours?"
You: Steve shook his head. "We tried getting him to eat or drink something when he was coherent, but he complained about feeling too nauseous." He eyed the needle, hoping whatever was in it would do its job, before his gazed locked with Tony.
Stranger: "What's in that thing?" Tony asked, putting down the device in his hands. Scientific fascination lured him to press further but he stopped, eyeing the shot. Banner walked back over to Peter. "Sedative." He said, quickly pulling back some of the sleeve and injecting it into his arm. "It's potent but harmless. He'll have a massive headache if he wakes up though." He said quickly, hopping back to the case. Bruce looked down at what he had, sighing and grabbing a fist of hair. "I don't have what I need for this. I doubt almost anyone has what we need to figure this out. It's best if we called SHEILD." He looked at Tony who nodded dumbly. "Yeah, um, JARVIS. Do as the doc says, ok?" He instructed looking skyward. He pulled out a small device, eyes lighting up. He punched in a few more numbers hopefully. He turned around, looking for some sort of outlet. "Steve, help. Outlet." He said, still turning in circles.
You: Feeling Peter go limp beneath his hands, Steve stood and scanned the room for an outlet. He looked to Peter's desk, spotting the lamp, and following the cord down until he found one. "Over here." He waved Tony over, unplugging the lamp.
Stranger: Tony slid between the box and the table. "Thanks." He said, kissing Steve on the cheek. He shifted so that he was lying on his stomach, shoving the plug into the wall with a couple of sparks. Tony scooted back, nicking the back of his head as he tried to get up. "Ow." He grimaced, punching in a couple of computer codes. "JARVIS, call Director Fury. If he tries to ignore it, hack into the system and connect me anyways. Make sure it's speaker." He mumbled, blinking at the data as he blew it up in the air.
You: Steve watched both men work, overwhelmed by a feeling of complete and utter uselessness. There wasn't anything he could do, this wasn't something a super soldier could fix. He could only watch and stay out of the way, hoping that whatever they were doing would work. A few dialtones rang through the air as JARVIS conected to the line. Fury's image burst to life on the screen, staring back at them in annoyance. "You /do/ realize I have a life of my own, right?" The Director snapped.
Stranger: "And it must be so boring without us to brighten your day." Tony said, relieved and exasperated. "Steve," He pointed at the him and the man on the screen. "Explain, please. Love you." He turned back to Peter discussing something 'sciencey' with Bruce masking the worried look on his face as best he could.
You: "What the hell is going on over there? Is that Banner?" Fury asked. Steve nodded, facing the screen. "Something's wrong with Peter, sir. We think it might have something to do with some sort of radiation." He went on explaining what happened, keeping it short and informative. By the end of his report, Fury nodded in agreement (he'd never admit that he had a soft spot for Peter or his preferred nickname "that little shit head.") "Tell me what you need." Fury answered. Steve turned to Bruce and Tony for an answer, obviously without a clue to the equipment needed.
Stranger: Bruce wiped his glasses and Tony stood there, typing something into the device again. "Well, sir." Bruce started, making his way closer to the screen. "I can't be sure what happened till Peter wakes up and I can't treat him here. Or really anywhere." He bit his lip nervously. "I would like to bring him into SHIELD headquarters or one of you're medical facilities preferably." "It is gamma." Tony said more in a whisper before clearing his throat and waving the device. "Gamma. It says, um, gamma." He turned back to the interface, pulling up some of his own works on the walls. "Anyways, I'm pretty familiar with gamma radiation and I'm not sure how his body is going to react or what. He needs to be stabilized and I can't do that here." Banner explained to the director.
You: "Alright, bring the kid in. The closest medical center is in Queens, an escort will be at Stark Towers ASAP. Be ready to leave." Fury ordered before the image flickered out. Steve turned to Bruce and Tony, silently asking what he could do to help, since of course he had no idea. The word 'Gamma' was still echoing in his head, a thousand different thoughts and worries accompanying it until all he was left with was a pounding headache.
Stranger: Bruce fiddled with his glasses, placing them back on his nose. "Ok. Steve, I need you to carry him to the door so that we can load him in when they come. Tony, grab the box and anything you feel like you should bring to make him comfortable." He shut his briefcase, and walked out of the room, grabbing a couple water bottles from the fridge along with some ice. Tony pulled the plug and started framing all the discarded materials back into the box.
You: Steve took the order with relief that he could finally do /something/ of value. He made his way over to the bed and carefully scooped Peter into his arms. He was a bit of a scrawny kid, so carrying him was no problem. Steve found himself always afraid he would break him, feeling his head fall onto his chest. He stopped at the door once Tony was done, sending him a look of somehow both fear and reassurance.
Stranger: Tony closed the box as best as he could, pieces still poking their heads out as he picked it up. He smiled weakly at Steve. "It's all going to be fine." He said, eyes never leaving the boy. Bruce looked up from his briefcase, typing at some small type of old laptop. He offered a smile, ducking his head down again. Tony frowned, "Not helping me make a point here, doc." He muttered, straightening as the interface made another beep. "SHIELD is here to see you, sir." JARVIS said as the door made a clicking noise, unlocking.
You: Steve smiled back at Tony before JARVIS came over the speakers. Without another word, he began carrying Peter down to where a SHIELD agent was waiting beside a large black truck. He climbed in, finding a sort of bench on the side for him to lay Peter down. He took up the seat next to him, watching as Tony and Bruce followed in after. The agent switched on the car's hidden sirens, clearing traffic for them for a quick journey to the base in Queens.
Stranger: Tony set the box down leaning back. He worked on piecing together the puzzle in his head again. There had to be something he wasn't getting. There just had to. "So doc, what's up?" He asked, distractedly. Bruce looked up from the computer, pulling the pencil out of his mouth. "Nothing much. He's seems to be handling the radiation incredible well. It's not even like he's been attacked by it, it's more like his body is," There was a pause before he looked up again, smiling reassuring. "His body is accepting it. He'll probably be fine. The reaction is completely, well. I don't want to say normal because he's handling better than that but, it looks good." He gave a thumbs up and continued typing.
You: Steve smiled absently in thanks. He wasn't entirely sure how radiation could be handled well in any case, but he wasn't about to complain. The drive seemed to take forever, not even the sirens able to completely bust through the heavy traffic. And considering they were on the opposite side of the island from Queens, he only hoped they'd get there as soon as possible. His attention had been directed out the window until he heard a soft moan, followed by a barely audible "Dad?"
Stranger: Tony lurched in the car, eyes flying open at the sound. He stood up, hitting his head on the top of the car. "Fuck." He muttered, shooting a glance at Steve. "Sorry." It was weird being clumsy. Tony wasn't clumsy. He guess he just wasn't good with these situations. Banner shut his laptop, turning towards the boy as well. "Peter? How are you feeling?" He asked cautiously.
You: Peter's eyes fluttered closed for a moment before Steve nudged his shoulder, trying to keep him awake. "Peter? Can you answer the question? How are you feeling?" The boy's head lulled to the side as they turned a corner. For a minute, Steve thought he'd passed out again, and his hope began to diminish, until Peter answered. "Burning..." He whined, voice barely audible. His half-lidded eyes sluggishly scanned his surroundings, not fully able to take them in.
Stranger: "Ok." Tony shot Bruce a look. No it's not 'ok', you idiot. Bruce nodded, smiling weakly. "Um, well, do you feel like something is changing? Organs, muscles? Anything growing or shrinking?" He asked, opening to computer and typing in 'Fever' as a note.
You: "Crawling inside," Peter answered simply, using the only description his dizzy mind could offer. "Like, different.... tired." He mumbled, eyes falling once again. Steve nudged him to keep him awake, before looking to Bruce and Tony for any sign of what to do.
Stranger: Tony scooted over on the chair, leaning on Steve and propping his head on his shoulder to look at Peter. "I don't know about doc but I'd say let him sleep." He yawned at the end of the sentence, bringing the palm of his hand to his eyes. "Makes sense. Spiders. Crawling." He mumbled and Bruce nodded, recording he information with a couple of tapping sounds on the computer. Tony sighed, turning to one of the agents in the car. "Hey, um, lovely little lady," The woman looked half shocked and slightly disgusted. "How far away are we?" "Maybe another fifteen minutes, sir." She said, turning to face away from him and talk with one of the officers.
You: Peter nodded, quickly falling back into sweet unconsciousness. Steve leaned his against Steve's, closing his eyes for a moment as he tried to take everything in. An ailing son, talk of Spiders, it was no wonder he wasn't insane already. Little did he knew that closing his eyes for a moment to dwell on this quickly turned into 15 minutes, the car lurching to a stop serving to wake up him up. He picked Peter up again, carrying him outside, where the car had parked just outside of a rundown old tavern. Secret entrance, of course.
Stranger: Tony opened his mouth for a joke but quickly swallowed it. He tried to fix the problems and silences with his humor before and really didn't think it'd be best at the moment. He grabbed the box, following Banner and Steve out of the car, eyeing the tavern thoughtfully. He watched as the woman he had spoken to earlier said something into a device and the door opened, a tall man in a suit beckoning them inside.
You: Steve followed the man though a hidden door in the back, entering pristine white halls filled with nurses and doctors all eyeing them in curiosity. They entered a room in the middle of it all, nothing but white walls and large pieces of equipment he couldn't even guess the purpose for. He laid Peter down on the bed in the centre of the room, awaiting the next order; because that's all he could do.
Stranger: Bruce walked in, nodding his thanks to the man and what appeared to be his staff. "Alright." He mumbled, setting down his case as he addressed the other doctors who looked at him in confused or worried shock as he explained the situation briefly. "Tony, put that over in the corner." Tony nodded, placing box down as lightly as he could. He straightened, wiping his hands on his pants. "What do you want us to do, doc?" He asked, eyes darting from Peter to Bruce to the medical crew. Banner sighed, "We don't really need you at the moment. I think it's best if you wait outside. I'll make sure you hear about any changes."
You: Steve did /not/ like that idea. The last thing he wanted to do was just leave Peter there, it went against every instinct he had as a father. But he didn't let that cloud his judgement. With a nod of thanks to Bruce and the Staff, he followed Tony out into the hallway. He was suddenly hit by a sense of being completely and hopelessly lost. He turned around the face Tony, searching his eyes for answers.
Stranger: Tony nodded, smiling at Steve. He punched him lightly in the arm to keep his hands from shaking. "Lets go, tiger." He said, grabbing his hand and walking him outside. One of the members of the team shut the door behind them with a click of a lock. Tony stared at Steve trying to find some encouraging words to say or something snark and witty but nothing came. He licked his lips and opened his mouth willing his tongue to move. "Is this the part where we say Hail Mary's?" He asked, eyes wide.
You: Steve shook his head, a weak smile gracing his lips. "I've really never been much of a prayer." And really, with the things he'd seen in his life, it was a miracle his still believed in... something. What, he wasn't sure, but something. He pressed his back against the wall, slowly sliding down until he sat with his elbows on his knees, and his head in his hands. It was all too real, too fast, and it was hitting him like a head on collision with a train.
Stranger: Tony looked down at him. "Me neither. Although I think I could remember them from school if I tried." He sat down opposite Steve, watching him with knowing eyes. He didn't really feel the need to say something which was a relief in itself but he just felt cold. Being cold and feeling nothing was not a relief at all. "He'll be fine." He said, his voice more convincing than what he felt. "He's got the best team in the country looking after him. Of course he'll be."
You: "Stubborn as hell, that kid." Steve laughed quietly, though it really didn't make him worry any less. He just didn't know what to do with himself. His legs felt cold and numb, as if if he got up he'd just fall right back down, and for the life of him he couldn't think of anything else to say. So maybe he just shouldn't speak. Steve wrapped his closest arm around Tony, leaning his head against his shoulder. He took a deep breath, wishing for all the world that he had been gifted with x-ray vision all those years ago, just to be able to see into the room; but then again, maybe he didn't want to see.
Stranger: Tony shifted so that he could kiss Steve's head. "Well, if he wasn't I'd kick him out. Simple." He murmured against his hair. His eyes closed, relaxing a bit more into the touch. It was almost unnerving how his body could be so tense without him realizing it. He sighed, patting Steve on his leg in some sort of attempt to make him feel better.
You: Steve smiled, placing a kiss in the crook of Tony's neck. He didn't know how long they stayed like that, but it was apparently long enough for them to fall asleep. He woke slowly, not entirely sure where he was at first. For a sweet moment, he could pretend it was all just a horrible nightmare. Until that dream was broken by the reality of a cold, hard floor and distant rustling and conversation further down the halls. Steve yawned, before searching for the source of whatever woke him up, finding Bruce standing in the doorway of Peter's room.
Stranger: Bruce wiped something off his glasses, annoyed. It stuck to his hand and he peeled them off, frowning. "I was wondering if I should've woken you up or have let you two sleep." He said quietly, gesturing at Tony, still asleep on Steve's shoulder, as he sat down beside them. "I've got some news." he held up his hand before Steve could speak. "It's not bad, he's going to be fine, but it's not," Bruce paused looking for the word again. "A normal reaction."
You: "Okay... well, he's fine, that's good right? So what could a normal reaction be? What's his reaction?" Steve asked quietly, trying not to wake Tony.
Stranger: Bruce tried to peel off whatever it was on his glasses. "He's doing fine, that's the thing. He's absolutely fine. Better than fine." He gave up, setting them aside and looking at Steve. "I did some quick tests. He was awake a few hours ago, well, barely. His vision is perfect, does't need glasses anymore. Metabolism is sped up almost twice the norm for someone his age and he's," Bruce averted his eyes, gazing at the rest of the staff a little ways away. "probably a lot stronger than he used to be. This is all really really good," He looked back. "I mean, there were so many ways that this could've gone bad. He's gained equilibrium. Um, sticks to things." The doctor explained. "I checked some of radiation and the good thing is that it can't process further and that the spider only had enough for one. We did a ratio of the amount and the size of the bite. It can't do this to anyone else." He said, almost happily. Tony mumbled something into Steve's shoulder moving a bit before dozing off again.
You: Steve shook his head in confusion, carefully not to jar Tony. "Wait, wait, wait, slow down for a second." He paused, trying to work it through his mind. "So you're saying Peter was bit by a radioactive spider, and it turned him into some superhero... spider man?" He clearified, still finding it difficult to believe (Which, really, it shouldn't have, which himself and Bruce as prime examples)
Stranger: "I wouldn't say superhero. I'm saying that at best his abilities are enhanced and that he may be a bit sticky." Bruce explained. "The most I can see coming out of this is him finding a way to climb up a wall which is highly unlikely at this stage. Maybe in a few months there'll be some development in his ability to control it to his advantage but I don't see it becoming," He paused. "Lets say it's a fifty fifty chance."
You: "Alright..." Steve nodded, beginning to understand. He smiled at his friend and teammate. "Thank you, Bruce. Really." His eyes strayed over to the open door, trying to peek inside. "So... when can we see him?" He asked anxiously.
Stranger: Tony shifted, looking up at both of them with sleepy eyes. He blinked, inlaying loudly as he pushed himself off of Steve and rubbed his eyes. "What time is it?" He asked groggily. Bruce leaned back, looking at his watch. "About eleven. You two were totally out for the last five hours so I didn't want to wake you." Tony looked at the doctor from behind his hands, tensing slightly. "Not that we were finished." He added quickly. "Steve, why don't you tell him what I told you and I'll see if Peter's awake." Bruce got up, smiling quickly before reentering the patient's room. Tony turned to Steve raising a brow.
Stranger: *inhaling
You: Steve explained what Bruce had told him the best he could remember, watching the understanding dawn in Tony's eyes. "But when it comes down to it, Peter's fine." He smiled, stealing a kiss before hauling himself to his feet, offering Tony his hand. "Now, how about we go in there and give him hell for scaring us like that?" He joked, squeezing Tony's hand.
