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Impaled Palm

TW: Blood, injury, impaled palm

What happens when Tony Stark impales his palm?

Disclaimer: I do not own anything.

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Tony was bored as he finished up some paperwork that Pepper had sent him. The only thing keeping him awake was the fact that he was running on an ungodly amount of coffee and the fact that in only a few hours his protege would be coming to work in the lab. He really hated insomnia sometimes.

Eventually he was able to retreat to his lab and start working on one of his projects.

He bops his head to his music as he works.

Only, when the kid finally arrived at the lab, Tony lost his concentration.

Peter walked into the lab and the music stopped and Tony automatically went to turn and greet the kid, completely forgetting that he was working with sharp materials that should be handled delicately.

Tony’s greeting to Peter was cut off and he just yelped and cringed. Poor Peter had just stopped and started to stare at Tony’s now impaled hand with wide eyes.

Peter was the first to speak “Um, Fri, please get medical down here. Mr. Stark had impaled his hand.”

Peter carefully crept closer once he’d broken out of his surprised stupor. He cringed as he saw that Tony just looked fascinated as blood started rolling down his arm. Peter made a noise of surprise as Tony moved his hand and started rotating it.

Peter couldn’t keep the look of utter shock off of his face as Tony simply said “Huh, I think this looks good. Maybe I can base my next nanotech design off of how this blood is flowing down my arm. It seems to be running in a smooth track.”

Peter just gaped and said “Uh…Uh, Mr. Stark, what do I do?”

Tony just said “Nothing kid, just get me some paper, I need to sketch this idea out before I lose the design pattern. It’ll be different using my non-dominant hand to sketch, but I’ll make do.”

Peter said “Wh-what? NO! You shouldn’t be moving or something! I don’t know?! What do I do, FRI?”

FRIDAY responded “Just try to remain calm. Medical personnel will arrive shortly.”

Sooner rather than later, after Peter finally got Tony to stop grabbing for something to sketch with or on, medical personnel arrived and started to help Tony.

Tony didn’t like other people being in his lab, but these medical people knew him so well, and could easily put up with his fuss.

As Tony was being escorted out of the room he was bemoaning “NOOOO! I lost the design! It’s gone!”

FRIDAY seemingly deadpanned “The footage of the injury has been noted, Boss. Once you regain your full mental capacities, it will be available for your use if you seriously consider using it for a design idea.”

Tony just shouted “YAY!” and proceeded to pass out. Luckily, he was already on a gurney. The medical personnel at the lab took every injury quite seriously.

Peter just stood in the lab for a minute after they left. Too shocked to do or say anything but say “What the F—” and hope that his mentor would be alright.

~~~~~~

Tony woke up with a massive headache, and was greeted with Pepper’s quite annoyed face.

Tony cringed and said “What’d I do this time?”

Pepper rolled her eyes and replied “You impaled your palm and freaked the kid out. This is why I tell you never to work in the lab if you’ve had less than five hours of sleep per night.”

Tony cringed and said “Please tell me that I didn’t bleed all over the kid or scar him for life or anything? Oh man, please tell me that I didn’t accidentally hurt him?!”

Pepper snickered and said “No, you didn’t. He just panicked a little bit after you were brought here because you were hurt, and he thought that it was his fault.”

Tony cringed and questioned “Is he still here?”

Pepper nodded and said “I’ll go get him.”

Soon, Peter was in the room with Tony.

He looked kind of sheepish until Tony motioned him over.

He sat in the chair by Tony’s bed and Tony made a motion for him to grab his hand.

Peter did as requested.

Tony smiled as Peter looked him in the eyes.

He said “Kid, don’t blame yourself for my dumbass mistakes. I’m the one who was running on an ungodly amount of coffee and went to the lab when I really shouldn't have. I’ve been so busy with meetings and other things that I just didn’t sleep, partially due to my insomnia, and I made a stupid decision that got myself hurt. I’m just glad that you didn’t get hurt too.”

Peter smiled and said “I’m just glad that you’re relatively fine now. You’d never acted that odd around me before. You just zoned out for a little bit while staring at your hand and wanted something to sketch with because you were entranced with the way the blood was running down your arm. It just freaked me out.”

Tony rubbed soothing circles into the back of Peter’s hand as he said “I’m alright now, kiddo. I can promise you that I’ll do my best not to scare you like that again. I just wasn’t thinking right. Now, give me a hug. I’m injured and I need some spider-baby hugs. They’re quite healing.”

Peter laughed and got up to hug Tony. The palm impaling had scared him, but at least Tony seemed to be taking it pretty well now that he’d slept a little while after the wound was treated. May had even let him stay in his room at the tower overnight because he’d been too anxious and worried about Tony.

Tony couldn’t help but yawn, and soon he’d fallen asleep again with the knowledge that his kid wasn’t mad at him, and that his bout of insomnia hadn’t caused him to accidentally hurt the kid.