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Running outside, he sees the crowd and they're gathered over someone but Peter can see the streaks of blood on the pavement. A woman is crying and there are two people holding her, caging her safe between them. Peter walks towards them when he catches pieces of their conversation.
"Tony? Peter? Who are they? Come on big guy, stay with us." A man murmurs but Peter hears it. "Oh man, that's a lot of blood."
"Uncle Steve?" Peter couldn't have sounded more like a child when he hears his voice crack over the words. He prays more than anything else that it isn't him. Please, God, no. The people turn to him and welcome him in, and it is. The one Peter heard talking to his uncle is pressing a sweater over his chest, stained with blood while another woman is pressing her coat into his side.
"Pete...oh, Peter, you're okay." Steve mumbles. He winces as he tries to sit up but the man pressing on his chest doesn't let him up. "You should...you need to go home."
Just like that Peter breaks, his body is nothing but muscle and mush as he slinks down by Steve's right knee. He half stops and starts before he lays his hand down his uncle. Right at that moment, Steve coughs and it's an ugly wet sound.
"Go, Peter, I'll be okay. Your uncle Tony...he'll be worried."
Paramedics arrive and everyone hustles backwards but Peter can't stop himself from laying down and hugging his uncle. His cheek ends up slick with blood as does one of his hands but he doesn't stop.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry Uncle Steve." Peter cries into the bloody sweater.
A hand pets the back of his head, brushing the hair at the nape of his neck for a moment before it stills and drops.
Peter pulls back and sees that his uncles eyes aren't open any more, "Uncle Steve? Uncle Steve!"
One of the paramedics pulls him up by putting his hands under Peter's armpits and hauls. "We're doing everything we can, son but we need to work."
Son.
"Please don't let him die." Peter whispers and the paramedic's face softens.
"Your uncle is strong and he's got fight in him. Don't doubt that."
The police give Peter a ride him to Stark Tower where his Uncle Tony takes one look at his cheek, crusted with dry blood, before he yanks him into a hug.
The cop standing behind them clears his throat and Tony glares at him, "What?"
Peter feels the lump in his throat rise.
"Are you Tony Stark?"
Uncle Tony looks at him incredulously, "Am I Tony Stark? Are you --? Are you kidding me? You're in the middle of Stark fucking Tower."
"Sir, it's about your husband, Steve Rogers."
Uncle Tony pulls back from Peter and looks at his face, his eyes, wet with tears shed and yet to be.
"Where is Steve?"
Peter knows he's asking the officer but his uncle's eyes are trained on him.
No one says anything so he repeats, "Where is Steve?"
The officer shifts, clearly uncomfortable, "Your husband tried to stop a robbery in progress when he was shot twice, once in the abdomen and once in the heart. He was last en route to the nearest ER."
That seems to take all the wind out of his uncle's sails as he goes from holding Peter to being held by him. Peter tries to be strong but he can feel the tremors that Uncle Tony is trying to hide.
Uncle Tony pulls away, put on a happy face and says cheerfully, "Right, thank you." The officer seems bemused, "You've been entirely useless because you can't even tell me where he is so you can go. Now."
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First time anon is a first time anon.
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JSYK, I'm trying to restrict my POV's to one per comment, to save confusion, so some parts will be longer than others.
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Steve has been shot, Steve is in the hospital, fuck, Steve could die.
Tony didn't know that exactly but in all the years Steve had been Captain America he had never sustained damage to his heart. Not like this.
Oh god, what if he needs something like..., Tony only lets his mind flick to his arc reactor for a second as he grabs his wallet and keys. He regrets that his thoughts even go there at all because now he believes, even if it's only for a moment, that it's a shallow possibility. Steve is perfect and flawless and it shakes Tony more than he wants to admit. He prays to whatever God there might be that Steve should be spared this fate.
"Car, now." Tony tells Peter as he walks behind him slightly dazed. When they're inside of it, Tony wants more than anything to reach over and say something - something Steve would know to say - and for them to be okay. Peter just hunches himself up in the corner of the passenger seat and Tony lets him be because Steve has been shot. Steve could die.
Tony ignores how white his knuckles get as he clutches the steering wheel and demands that JARVIS tells him where the nearest hospital is.
"Oh okay, bureaucracies, great. Fine. I'll just hack your server and make you completely irrelevant. This is New York, my marriage is legal so why the hell are you still in my way?" Tony is practically breathing fire at the nurse who keeps telling him to sit down and wait. The doctor will come she says. He's coming my ass.
"This is why he needs to be in S.H.I.E.L.D Medical not some second rate back room that looks like it was made by the actual blood, sweat and tears of the crazies around here."
The nurse ignores Tony other than to shoo him back to his seat. He tells her nothing but the truth, "I hate you."
There's no heat to it, he doesn't hate her really, hates the waiting but mostly the not knowing. His knee bobs as he tries to sit and be calm. In the rush to the hospital he left his tablet back in the kitchen and it makes it take that the little bit longer to hack the server on his phone. Steve's file is thin, he's never really attended a 'normal' hospital and his superhero status is protected by S.H.I.E.L.D so they don't have anything beyond allergies to guide them. The bullet in Steve's side doesn't concern them, it missed anything vital and was a clean through and through. The one in his heart...that's a different story. X-rays place it close to his aorta and even a super solider has a chance of bleeding out.
It's the first time that Tony feels his cheeks get wet. He angrily wipes them away because they already feel like defeat. Looking up from his cell, he sees Peter watching him from the seat across from him, that same blank look on his face that he came into the mansion with. The divide between them seems to increase with every moment that they don't talk but Tony can't seem to open his mouth. It's obscene but Peter's tears track down his cheek and slowly clean a line through Steve's blood on his cheek. Tony decides to hold on to that.
Getting up to bend in front of Peter is hard, his knees made loud cracking sounds and he's pretty sure he's pulled something but when he takes Peter's bloodied hand, he knows he has to do this.
"I'm glad you were with him. I-" Tony takes a hard breath in through his nose, "- would have hated to think he was by himself."
Peter opens his mouth and closes it again like he wants to talk but doesn't. He simply leans forward and puts his forehead on Tony's shoulder and after awhile Tony feels the tears reach his skin.
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