Wrong Number!!

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Dad: KID!!!
Dad: WHERE WERE YOU

Big Bro: WHAT HAPPENED!?!?

Mama Spider: Are you ok малыш паук???

Kid: i mighy nred help

Mama Spider: Did someone hurt you малыш паук?

Dad: What do you need help with??

Kid: my sode hurts

Dad: What happened!?

Kid: in not sure
Kid: i rhonk...
Kid: thers blod

Mama Spider: How much blood?

Kid: wuite a lot
Kid: a pudle
Kid: thers some om my scren
Kid: its blury

Mama Spider: The blood... isn't yours is it!?!???

Kid: yeh
Kid: probaly

Dad: Well, did you get hurt

Kid: Urrmm
Kid: Yeh
Kid: Thes a nife
Kid: in me
Kid: thas probley bot good
Kid: is fibe
Kid: il txt my frend

Big Bro: Kid... no

Kid: NED
Kid: Issa code oringe ned
Kid: is not good ned
Kid: wy rnt you anwering me ned

Dad: It's still us
Dad: Get to a HOSPITAL!!!

Mama Spider: He won't
Mama Spider: He didn't last time

Big Bro: LAST TIME!?!?!?

Mama Spider: ...
Mama Spider: Later

Kid: becos ned wont anser me
Kid: what do i do
Kid: if i got poked
Kid: by a nife

Big Bro: I'm getting Bruce

~
Tony's POV, a few minutes ago

I'm watching the three carefully. After rushing out of the meeting room, the three texters all sat down and began typing like mad on their phones. Just watching their expressions was hilarious. And confusing.

They went from worried, to happy relieved, to terrified.

Pietro started shaking, and Nat started cursing under her breath in Russian. All of a sudden, Pietro stood up and vaulted over the sofa, running in the direction of the labs.

Weird...

Eh.

I'm going to go work on Mark 89.

Pietro's POV

I vaulted over the sofa in my rush to get to Bruce. Why did the labs have to be so. Far. Away!?!?

After racing there in record time, I grabbed Bruce, threw him over my shoulder and blurred back. Throwing him on the sofa, I chucked my phone into his hands. "Please, please, ple-"

"We need your help. A... friend of ours has been injured and he needs your help. Now." Nat interrupted me.

Bruce looked at my phone in his hands in horror. "I... what happened? Why doesn't he go to the hospital?" "No time, please, help him!"

~

Third Person POV

Phone call, normal is Peter, bold is Bruce

Incoming call from Big Bro:

Hello?

Who zis

Hi, ok, I need you to tell me-

Is zis Big Bro

No, no I'm-

WHAT DID YOU DO WIV BIG BRO

Don hurt him plez

Not him too

No, no, Big... Bro is fine

I need to ask you, how much blood is there?

Nuff to stain my suit

That... sounds like a lot...

Ok, here's what you need to do...

*Insert medical blabber here*

Are you ok?

Kid?

Yeh

Yeh I'm fine

I'd better get home

WHAT!?

No, you need to stay still, any movement could-

Call ended

$) Katy is going to propose tonight!

Third Person POV

Nat, Clint and Pietro were terrified.

They had spent the last two hours pacing holes in the carpets. The whole team noticed, but whenever they tried to question them, Nat would swear at them and the men would glare until they shut up and left them alone. That was, until Tony had enough.

"What happened!?"
"What happened!?"
"What happened!?"
"What happened!?"
"What happened!?"
"What h-"
"Shut UP!!"

Pietro gave Tony a glare that would intimidate- at the very least- most people, but Tony stayed strong.

"Is it about your kid? Is he ok? Are you ok?"

That was when the impossible happened. Clint started to cry. "Will you STOP! My son is in danger and could be DEAD and there is NOTHING I can DO about it!!!"

Clint turned away, slightly embarrassed. He was a spy; he should have been better than that. Maybe he wasn't the master assassin that Nat was, but he shouldn't be bursting into tears.

Tony stopped, shocked. He had no idea... "I could track his phone, if you want?"

"No you can't, he is the kid that hacked you. I doubt his phone isn't unhackable."

Tony remembered the tantrum he has thrown when he had been told that a kid hacked him. He winced, FRIDAY had recorded it and the team was not above using it for blackmail.

"Right... well... If you know anyone- any friends of his, I mean, then I could track them and find out..?"

Clint went up to him and, as Tony prepared himself to be stabbed/punched/shot with an arrow at, he did the unexpected. Again.

He hugged him.

"Please. Please!"