Tonys Pov:
We charged the basement doors. I went down the quickest. I flew down the last flight and waited till the rest of the team came. When they finally arrived I slowly and quietly open the door at the end of the staircase.

Right when I opened it I heard Peter. He said something along the lines of "I could've used a pillow." What was this kid thinking? I asked myself.

clunk

I froze. Everyone's breath hitched. Steve started to tell me something, but I wasn't listening.

I blasted down the door and flew in. I feel my heart break right when I lay my eyes on the kid. "Oh shi-" Shocker never got to finish his sentence. I blasted him while the team rushed in to help. The gang was beaten easily.

After I gave Shocker one final blow I turned to the kid. I took of my mask as I walked over. The team and I all crowded around him. I bent over and picked up Peter. He was knocked out.

"Tony I'm sorry." Cap said as he saw all the blood on the floor.

"Somethings wrong," I say as I look at the kid. "The blood hasn't stopped flowing and it should've by now from his enhanced healing."
"Let's get him on the jet fast," Nat says as she reaches down for the boy. Clint and Steve come over to help.

"Here is the plan Nat and Clint you go startup the jet," they nod their head and run off at a sprint. "Tony you go back to Stark Tower to get the hospital room ready for him and I will carry him up to the jet."
"No." I could hear my voice crack. "I want to take him."
"Tony, I know he is like your son, but they need you at the wing to help."
I sighed knowing he was right I closed my helmet and blasted toward Stark Tower.

Steves Pov:

I grabbed the cold and bloody kid and lifted him up. I carried him easily since he was really light and thin. I saw Nat and Clint pull the jet around to where I was. They lowered the jet and I walked onto the platform.

"How's the kid?" Nat asked from behind the control panel. "Fine, but his breathing is pretty shallow," I say while looking him over as I sit. It takes about 10 minutes to get to Stark Tower. Right when we land Tony rushes over and takes the kid from my hands.
"I got him. We'll be up in the lab," he barely manages to say before closing the door that leads to the medical wing.

Tonys Pov:

I rush over to Steve and pick up the kid. "I got him," I say as I feel Steve try to help me. Then I rush over to the door. Right before the door closes to the medical wing I shout back "We'll be up in the medical wing."

As We descend in the elevator I notice Peters breathing start to become heavier. "Come on. Come on. Come on," I whisper nervously to myself.

Ding

I rush out the door and go to the table where Bruce is at. I gently set him down and we get started.

"Vitals."

"Deep cut on the left side, major concussion, two broken ribs on left side, and small cuts along with bruising covering most of his body, sir." My mouth dropped as Friday told me all that was wrong.
"Is his healing factor working," I turn and ask Bruce.
"No, considering how long it took us to find him his healing factor should've already closed the wound a little or at least clot it."
"Hmph," Peter groans in agony

"I know bud, but I need to put you under now," I say trying to let him hear my voice to ensure comfort. Turning I put on gloves and quickly give Peter an IV along with a shot to make sure he stays under.

We don't finish the operation till 4 hours later with Bruce passed out in the corner and me barely hanging in there with the kid.

Peters Pov:

I heard some mumbling above me. I tried opening my eyes, but only ended up groaning in pain at the process. "I know bud," it was Tony. "But I need to put you under now." I felt a warm comfort in hearing his voice instead of the icy cold voices from earlier.

I felt him prick me with something. Then I felt a needle go into my arm. I didn't bother trying to open my eyes. I knew what it was.