Media: Marvel Cinematic Universe; Captain America: Civil War

Timeline: The airport fight

Genres: Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Superheroes, Whump

Summary: Spider-Man's injury and what happened after the battle at the airport.

"YES!!! That was awesome!" Peter cried, giving Iron Man and War Machine a thumbs up while still swinging on the giant falling Ant-Man. Unexpectedly, Peter was whacked with the extreme force of Ant-Man's huge hand, sending him crashing into a pile of wooden cargo boxes.

Tony Stark flew down to the kid's side, his helmet removing itself. His breath hitched when he discovered that Peter was unmoving.

"Kid, you alright?" he asked softly, kneeling by the teen's side and reaching an armored hand towards him. Suddenly, Peter jerked and started fighting Iron Man. "Whoa!" Tony exclaimed, catching Spider-Man's strong punch. "Same side. Guess who?"

When Peter recognized Tony's familiar face, he instantly calmed down.

"Hi. It's me," Tony greeted once the boy stopped struggling. Peter let out a sigh of relief as his pounding heart calmed down. His mask was half off, revealing his mouth, nose, and right eye.

"Hey, man," Peter greeted breathlessly, his body aching from crashing through those boxes.

"Yeah."

"That was scary," Peter admitted, still a bit shaken.

"Yeah," Tony repeated. "You're done, all right?"

Peter blinked to clear his vision before he fully registered what Iron Man had told him.

"What? I'm good. I'm fine," the boy insisted.

"You did a good job. Stay down."

"No, it's good. I gotta get him back," Spider-Man protested, trying to get back up.

"You're going home or I'll call Aunt May. You're done!" Tony threatened, knowing that Peter didn't want his aunt to know that he was Spider-Man.

"Dude," Peter muttered, feeling betrayed, but he stopped moving. Satisfied, the older man rushed off to catch up with the Winter Solider and his old friend.

"Wait," Peter groaned, attempting again to stand up. "Uh, Mr. Stark, wait," Peter called louder as Iron Man flew away. "I'm not done. I'm not..." The teenager trailed off when a spike of agony flared in his side while pulling on his mask. He fell back onto his right arm. "Okay, I'm done," Peter reluctantly surrendered, falling onto his back and holding his ribs.

He was certain that a few were broken. He could already feel them healing... slowly. Since the spider bite, his healing had grown faster than normal.

He tried standing up again, but pain brought him back down. The airport was now empty. On his own, Peter stood up shakily, grimacing under his mask. He started limping towards the airport's huge building. Each step jostled his broken bones and sent him a wave of pain.

"Hey, kid. You need some help?" a feminine voice asked. Peter's breathing quickened in surprise and joy. It was Black Widow. He met the Iron Man and the Black Widow!

Natasha Romanov's red hair was slightly messy from the fighting, but only slight. Her piercing eyes scanned Spider-Man up and down. Her expression serious with a tiny hint of concern.

"Kinda. I think my ribs are broken," Peter gasped, trying to keep his fanboying in check.

Natasha nodded. "I'll take you to the infirmary. Can you walk on your own?"

"It hurts a little, but I'm fine," Peter assured her. He followed Black Widow to the building.

"What's your name, kid?" Natasha asked. She wasn't really the conversational type, but it was rude to not know someone's name. Plus, she was a spy. Information is valuable.

"Err, actually, I'd like to keep my identity a secret," Spider-Man replied. Nat didn't push it. Spider-Man sounded young. Maybe early twenties? Anyway, he probably didn't want to deal with fame and politics like the recent Sokovia Accords. Or maybe he had people to protect. Whatever the reason may be, Natasha let him keep his name a secret.

Later that day, Peter sat on a bed in the airport infirmary with his ribs wrapped and healing. The boy left his mask on, to protect his identity and thought about all that had happened the past two crazy days.

Then Tony Stark walked in, out of his armor and his arm in a sling. He seemed to be in a bad mood, so Peter prayed that he wouldn't screw up and tick him off.

"How's the ribs?" Tony asked.

"Almost completely healed," Peter replied casually, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Tony blinked and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"I'm sorry. Did you say, 'almost completely healed'?" Tony repeated to make sure he heard correctly.

"Yeah. I have enhanced healing," Peter briefly explained. Tony nodded absentmindedly. Spider-Man pulled his mask up to his forehead and cocked his head to the side with a concerned expression. "Is everything okay, Mr. Stark?"

Tony shook his head. "It's nothing, kid." Then he gave the boy a tired version of his famous smile. "You ready to head back?"

Peter jumped off of the bed with hyper energy. "Yep. I just need to change out of the suit. Just... can you make sure nobody's out there when we leave?"

"Sure thing, Underoos. Nat told me you were keeping your identity from her. You're really serious about that, aren't you?"

"Yes." Peter nodded.

"All right. Just hurry up. Happy doesn't like to wait." Then the billionaire left, closing the door behind him.

Peter quickly changed into one of his nerdy T-shirts and folded the suit neatly onto the bed. He wished he could keep it, but it's far too expensive to just give away.

Thankfully, Peter didn't run into any of the remaining Avengers on his way to the car and Happy drove them back to the hotel they were staying at. The teen did some more filming before bed and he was taken home the next day with Mr. Stark in the backseat with him.

The broken ribs were probably the worst injury he had so far, and if his superhero work was to continue, there will be many more injuries along the way.