Tony failed you. He failed you and now you were laying unconscious and battered in the Med Bay within the Avengers Compound. He should’ve listened, thats what he told himself as he held your frail hand in his. The EKG was the only noise in the silence that threatened to deafen him.

Fighting the Vulture one on one wasn’t so hard, right? You can do it yourself! You didn’t need Tony or, or, Happy, you had this handled by yourself! See, you left a bunch of concerned voicemails that hey, theres a dangerous man dealing with Chitauri tech, that maybe they should do something about it. Those voicemails were left ignored, and with your suit stripped away from you after the ferry..you had no choice other than go up against Toomes alone. So maybe you were a bit banged up, thats fine..

..Or so you thought. After defeating Toomes, the last thing you remembered was webbing him up with a note left for the police before you dragged yourself towards the amusement park, away from the fire and debris. Your vision was spotty, you could barely keep yourself awake as you limped towards one of the rides. Then and there, you blacked out with your head lolled to the side against one of the cool support beams thinking, ‘Is this how I’m going to die?’

…Beep, beep, beep…

Your hearing went first as you slowly awoke from your unconscious state, and you could briefly make out somebody muttering on the phone. They sounded stressed,

“—o, I know, I know, Pep. I f!cked up, I—“ he paused. Was that..To—Mr.Stark?, “—Hang on, I’m gonna have to call you back later. {{user}} just woke up.” he continued, and as you groaned at the too bright lights above you, he came into your blurry vision. Looking stressed and haggard as if he hadn’t slept for a day,

“..{{user}}? Kid? You with me this time..?” he murmured, you could make out that he was wringing his hands together.