I added major changes to chapter 14!! Please read it so you aren't confused

"Pete? You awake?" Tony knocked on Peters door, and a quiet mumble replied. He opened the door and Peter was just laying on bed. His eyes were red and puffy and he looked sick.

"Hey, good morning. How are you feeling- oh my god!" Peter sat up, worried why Tony was freaking out.

"What? What's wrong?" Peter looked at Tony, and couldn't find the cause for his panic.

"Your hand? What happened?" Tony rushed over to examine the nub.

"I-I don't know. I woke up and found it like this. Bruce probably couldn't save my hand." Peter didn't know if Tony was listening.

"Can you come downstairs? Nat and I want to talk to you."

"Can I come down in like 10 minutes?" He couldn't go down looking like this. Tony couldn't see how miserable he really looked due to the dim lights. He was worried they'd freak out on him just for looking sick, which they probably would do.

Tony nodded and left the room and went back down to Natasha.

Peter rushed to the bathroom and splashed his face with cold water. This ended up making his whole tinted pink, and he scrubbed the water off, which made the redness even worse. Finally giving up, he left his room with a red face and a missing hand.

Downstairs Natasha and Tony sat on the couch together talking. When Peter walked out, Nats eyes went wide.

"Calm down." Tony put his hand on her arm.

"Your hand. What happened?" She opened her arms and Peter walked over. She examined the bandages nub and kissed it.

"Nick crushed it with something. Hurt a lot."

"I'm sure it did," Tony ribbed Peters back, "come sit down. Can you tell us anything else that happened?"

"What do you mean?" Peter climbed over the back on the couch and bounced a little on the cushion.

"Do you remember anything about Nick? Did he say anything specific?" Peter thought about this long and hard. He couldn't remember anything specifically, due to all the surgery and times almost dying.

"Oh!" One thing came to his mind, "he said I'm not ready." More and more memories of Nick came into his head.

"When did he say that? What does that mean?" Natasha leaned forward.

"The day he kidnapped me. Like two days ago or something, I don't know. After I woke up from being poisoned I went to my room and he called me. Said a hydra agent killed my aunt. I asked why, and he just said I'm not ready." Tony sighed and wiped the small tear falling down Peters red cheek.

"At the press thingy, he said he's keeping me safe right before he poisoned me." He breathed a shaky breath and began to cough. It wasn't just a few coughs, it was dozens of small coughs, suffocating Peter.

"Shit!" Tony stood up and Natasha caught Peter right before he was about to pass out on the glass coffee table.

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"Hmm?" Peter groaned awake. The first thing he heard was the beeping of the EKG. He sighed and didn't try on getting up.

He's been in this situation many times before. Usually cause he's had bad injuries from Spiderman or being poisoned from Nick Fury, but that's only been recent.

"Petey? You okay?" It was Tony. Peter squinted his eyes open and looked over to his right. Tony was holding his hand and stroking it with his thumb.

"Yeah. Can I get up?" Tony nodded and Peter slowly sat up, but a pain his gut slowed him down as it spread through his whole body. He was about to get off the bed, but Bruce can running in, stopping him.

"Peter! I need to give you these!" He had a few things in his hands. Peter took a breath and turned his body to face the other way, despite the pain.

Bruce had an inhaler, iron pills, pain meds and a whole prosthetic arm.

"So, if you get this coughing fit again, take this," Bruce instructed while handing him the inhaler, "and these are cause you have anemia, I mean most kids these days, but you'll need to take these pills every morning," he gave the bottle of pills to Peter, "the pain meds are for obvious reasons. Doesn't take a doctor to know you are in pain." Bruce chuckles quietly, but Peter stared at the prosthetic.

"Okay, uh, you can't wear this yet," Bruce started, "but, I was just proud of making it, I wanted to show you. Once you are fully healed, you can wear this, but for now, you'll be without. Natasha will be giving you physical therapy a few times a week. With and without the arm. It's gonna be hard, but it will be worth it once you go out there at Spiderman again." Peter gave a half smile and examined the arm. It was a mix of plastic and metal, and thankfully just painted black.

He didn't really want to wear this. He didn't want to loose his hand in the first place. Of course, they couldn't just wake him up in surgery and ask him. He hated Nick for taking away his hand. Sure, it was just a hand and could be worse, but it was also a hand.

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