[Peter]

My hand clamped around my mouth after that devastated scream. I was shaking and whimpering
"..Tony" I whispered, slowly slipping back into a sitting position in my seat

Sean's hands were gripping the wheel so tightly..
I couldn't muster an answer when he questioned. I couldn't hear the question..

I was dazed.. tired.. I was feeling sick
I felt so hollow in my chest. God, it hurt
I turned to look out of the open window and slowly, the world started regaining its normal movement

And I could hear again..
Sean kept nudging me.. has he been doing that for a while? "-Peter! Peter!" "Huh?" I turned to him, still lost "Are you okay?"

"..I don't know"
I turned away again and continued staring out the window, tears stinging in the corners of my eyes but I didn't let them fall

He was going to be okay.
He was going to be fine. He's tony stark.

[3D]

"I'll take you to the medical wing" Sean offered as he parked the car "No. I'm fine"
"Sir, you are not fi-" "I'm fine" Peter snapped, looking back to Sean

He opened the car door and slipped out, slamming it shut behind him. He was a ball of rage and nerves and he did not want to be around anyone

Anyone besides Tony
The receptionist gasped when she saw Peter walk in. He had bruises all over and he looked.. different. Less innocent. Less friendly.

He sat down in one of the chairs followed by Sean. They sat there and waited for a while
But, eventually cars started to pull up

Peter was leaning forward, elbows on knees and his hands covering his face. When stark slipped out of one of the cars Sean quickly shook him

Peter looked up, an eyebrow raised. Sean nodded towards the big glass doors and Peter was immediately on his feet

The automatic doors opened and Tony walked in. He looked.. like shit for lack of better term, thought Sean. He looked like hell.

Peter rushes to him, eyes wide with concern
Stark turned with a tired look and opened his arms, his eyes betraying pain and longing

[Tony]

"Angel" I whispered into his hair, my arms tightening around his small little body. A lot smaller than it used to be. A lot thinner. "Oh, I've missed you.."
"Are you okay? Are you—"

Peter's speech was cut short with hiccups and tears
"Baby, I'm fine. Hey.. hey, I'm okay.." I lifted his head -which was lolling to the sides- up and tried looking him in the eye

He kept dodging. Looking away, lowering his head.
"What's wrong? Hey.. use your words, sweetheart"
His hands gripped at the torn parts of my suit, cutting his fingers

"I am.. so sorry.." he started
"Bruce.. and you.. and everything. It was all cause of me" he sobbed, his body shaking

"No one blames you. None of this was your fault" I reassured him, pulling him closer to me
"It's all gonna be okay, Angel. Calm down"