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Life Changes (Ch 5)

Disclaimer: I know absolutely nothing about medical stuff so all I know is from Google and doctor shows. Feel free to correct anything!

Tony looked down as his pager went off. He sits his fork down and picks it up. His fork falls to the table and he jumps up. Oh shit. He darts out of the cafeteria and heads down to where Pepper was.

“Pepper, what-” He stops dead, seeing the pale face on the bed. “Peter?”  His voice is barely a whisper. He looked at Pepper.”What the hell happened to him?”

“I don’t know.” She says softly. “He hasn’t woken up yet.”

“I just talked to him less than an hour ago! He was fine then…” Tony runs a shaky hand through his hair.

“Tony are you going to be able to work this case?”

“If I’m needed. Has he damaged any nerves?”

“We’re about to find out.” She says.

Peter stirs with a groan and a cry of pain. The honey colored eyes fly open.

“Tony?”

Tony was at his side immediately.

“Peter, what happened?”

“Tony, it hurts. It hurts a lot. I can’t feel my-my leg.” Peter is crying now, his pretty face skewed in pain.

“Peter. I need you to tell me what happened.”  Tony says, trying to fight back his own tears. By some miracle, he was able to keep his voice steady.

“I was dance-dancing!” He cried out again and tried to grab at his leg but that only made him cry out again. “I fell!” He yells and squeezes his eyes shut. It made Tony’s heart hurt.

“We’re going to see exactly what happened. We’re are going to fix this and you’ll be dancing again soon. I promise.”

Peter nods, his eyes still shut and he was still crying.

“Get him some pain killers and let me know as soon as you find out how bad this is.”

“Tony! Please….Don’t leave. Please.” Peter reached for him. “Don’t leave me alone. I need…..I need….” He shifts and cries out again.

“Shh. It’s okay. I’m here.” Tony smooths his hand through Peter’s hair. “We’re gonna get you all fixed up. I promise.” He whispers. “We gotta get you up to x-ray and check your leg okay?”

“Just make the pain stop!”

Tony looks up at Pepper as a new person enters the room. Natasha Romanova, an orthopedic surgeon. Tony makes eye contact and she nods. Tony stands, but Peter has an iron grip.

“Please-”

“Peter we are going to go look at your leg now.”

“I’m scared.”

“Peter, my name is Dr. Romanova. I’m going to be doing your x-ray.”

Peter looks up at Tony. He felt his leg getting numb and he felt that was a bad sign.

“Tony I can’t feel my leg.”

“We need to get this looked at. Now. Peter, Dr. Romanova is very good at what she does and she is going to get you fixed up okay?”

Peter squeezes Tony’s hand and nods just a little.

“Just...help me.” He whimpers.

“Let’s get going.” The red haired doctor says, and Peter feels Tony get up. HIs eyes fly open.

“Tony?” Peter gasped.

“Don’t worry. I’m here. I just can’t ride the bed up to x-ray.”

“Come with me?”

“Of course he’s coming.” Dr. Romanova speaks up. “Tony get your ass up and comfort your man.” She commands. Peter decided he liked her.

“Down girl.” Peter hears Tony say. He would have laughed if he didn’t hurt so much. Tony’s face came into view and he felt a gentle touch on his face. “I’m here. Just relax and everything will be fine.”

-----.-----

Tony stood in the middle of the lab room, looking at Peter’s x-rays.

“He shattered the entire leg.” He swore softly. He looks at Natasha. “Can you fix it? You have to fix it. Performing is his whole life.”

Natasha looks at him. “I can fix it. But Tony….He will never dance again. He never should never have danced in the first place. He has very weak bones in his legs. It’s a wonder he hadn’t hurt himself this bad before.”  

The words hang in the room and Tony was sure he could feel his heart break. He takes a deep breath.

“I’m not done.” She continues softly. “I’m going to have to put a rod in his leg and I’m almost certain that he damaged nerves in his leg. He’s going to need physical therapy in order to walk again.”

“Is that all?” Tony asked softly, fighting to keep his voice even.

“Yes.” She licks her lips.

“Let me tell him. Please.” Tony looks away from the x-rays. They were burned into his mind forever. He shudders and pulls his head up.

“Of course. But he’s sleeping now so you’re gonna have to wait.”

Tony nods a little. “This is going to destroy him.”

“I know.” She says softly. She squeezes his shoulder and Tony watches her leave. At that moment, Stephen walks in. He pulls Tony into a hug, which surprised him because Stephen wasn’t a touchy person.

“How bad?” He asked softly.

“He’s never going to dance again.” Tony answers, pulling back and looking up. “I lied to him Stephen. He’s going to hate me.”

“Tony he isn’t going to hate you. This isn’t your fault.”

“No, but I lied to him. I told him that he’d be okay and he’d be dancing again in no time. He just auditioned for his dream roll. And it’s almost as if we’re taking his gift away from him.”

“Tony.” Stephen says softly. “He will get through this. He has you to help him.”

“It’s just not fair. He doesn’t deserve this. He’s a good person. Kind and sweet and he doesn’t let the fame get to his head. He-he-”

Stephen puts a hand on Tony’s shoulder.

“He will get through this. You both will, together. He will find his place.”

Tony nods a little, letting out a soft sob. Stephen sits beside him quietly as he breaks down.

“It’s going to ruin his life Stephen. I’m going to have to ruin his life.”

Stephen tilts Tony’s chin up. “You are going to help him through this. You are strong and so is he.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I know you Antony. If anyone can do this, it’s you.” Stephen looks at him in the eyes deeply with parted lips. Then he shakes his head a little and takes a step back. “Go to him.”

“Thank you.” Tony whispers, turning and leaving the room.

-----.-----

When Peter blinked awake, Tony and Dr. Romanova were standing at the end of his bed. He smiled a little.

“Hey. Can you fix me?” He asked with a small smile.

“I can. But You’ll have to have a rod put in your leg. You shattered the entire thing.”

“So going through airport security is going to be hell.” Peter jokes. So much to working for West End.

“Peter-” Dr. Romanova starts but Tony interrupts.

“Your surgery to fix your leg will be in an hour. Afterwards, you’re going to need therapy in order to walk correctly again.”

“So I’m down and out for a bit…” Peter nods a little. He needed to call the director and let him know he’d be out for a bit. He looks up at Tony. “You’ll be there won’t you? When I’m being operated on?”

Tony takes a deep breath. “I cannot operate on you as we have a personal relationship, but my best friend, Dr. Strange, is the best neurosurgeon I know. You will be in amazing hands I promise. And I’ll be in the gallery watching the whole thing.”

Peter was more scared now that he knew Tony wasn’t operating but if Tony trusted this Dr. Strange, he could as well. He nods a little.

“Okay. I believe you.” He looks around. “Can I have my phone? I need to call my director.”

Dr. Romanova gives Tony a look and hands the device over. Tony makes a "Y" shape with his hands and brings them down a few inches, his palms outward; shaking his head. Her eyes narrow and her lips thin into a white line.

Peter turns his gaze away from them and dails the director, who picks up on the third ring.

“Hello?”

“Hello, this is Peter Parker. I auditioned earlier?”

“The one who fell. How are you doing?”

“I’m actually calling to withdraw my audition because of my injury. I won’t be healed enough to even consider being in the show.”

“That is unfortunate. You had an amazing audition until the fall. You easily got the part.”

Peter felt like crying. The words cut deep.

“Thank you for the consideration.” He says, managing to hold his voice steady. “Break a leg and give my best to the one who got the part.”

He hangs up and lets the phone fall onto the bed, squeezing his eyes shut. He shook a little and felt a hand on his arm.

“Peter?” Tony asked softly.

Peter opens his eyes and looked up.

“I got the part. Well, I had the part.”

Tony feels as if he had been punched in the gut.

“Oh Peter, I’m so sorry.”  Natasha says softly.

“It’s not like it’s your fault. I’ll just try again next time.”

Tony takes a breath and looks up at him.

“Peter…”

Peter looks up with a brave smile. Tony didn’t have the heart to tell him just yet and shakes his head.

“There was no doubt in my mind that you would have gotten that part.”

“Okay let's get you prepped for surgery okay?” Natasha cuts them off, and starting pre-ops.

----.-----

Stephen looks up as the door to the anteroom of the OR. Tony looked like a mess.

“You haven’t told him yet, have you?”  He asked, drying his hands and sliding on gloves.

“I couldn’t do it. Not yet.” Tony inhales deeply. “I am going to after the surgery. I swear.”

Stephen gives a small tight smile and nods. “Tony, I believe you and if you need me, I will always be here.”

Tony nods, pressing the heels of his palms against his eyes. He clears his throat and nods. “Kick ass Strange.”

Stephen nods and ties his mask before pushing into the OR. He looks over at Natasha and nods.

“Alright everyone. It’s time to give an artist back his leg.” He glances up to the balcony where Tony had gone. He was leaning forward, his hands clasped tightly. He looked down at the man on the table and takes a breath. “For Tony.”

-----.-----

The next time Peter wakes up, he’s back in his room and Tony was sitting beside the bed. He looks over.

“How’d I do?” He asked, his voice was a bit rough. Tony smiles fondly though.

“You did great. The surgery went really well and you now have a metal rod in your leg.”

“How long before I can dance again?”

Tony tenses, looking down before looking back up. Peter’s blood ran cold. No no no. It can’t be true! I worked to hard for this.

“Tony?” Peter asked softly. He needed to hear it out loud if it was true.

“Peter, you can’t dance anymore. You should have never been able to in the first place. The bones in your legs are basically as strong as glass.” Tony’s voice grows softer. “I’m so so sorry.”

Peter shakes his head. “No.” HIs voice cracks. “You’re wrong. You have to be.”

“We aren’t. Natasha says it’s a miracle that you were going this long.”

“You lied to me.” Peter accuses. “You promised…” He is crying openly now. “You’re a liar! Go. I can’t look at you right now!” He squeezes his eyes tightly. “I put my entire life into this. I can’t do anything else. You gave me hope and lied to me in the process. I can’t forgive you.”

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Life Changes (Ch 2)

Peter looked at the napkin in his hand in shock. He couldn’t believe Tony Stark had given him his number. Of course it could be fake. But what if if it wasn’t? But then again, why would Tony Stark, world famous brain surgeon, be interested in him of all people? He sighs softly and carefully folds it before putting in his pocket. He looks up as Ned came towards him.

“Did you just get flowers and hit on by Tony Stark?” He gaped.

“I...think so? I don’t know.’ “You’re gonna see him again right?”

“I don’t know! Maybe?”

“Dude you have to! No one gets flowers from Tony Stark. You should call him.”

Peter flushes brightly. “You think so?”

“Duh! Come on, maybe he wants a private performance?” Ned waggles his eyebrows.

“I-” Peter snapped his eyes up from the flower he had been looking at. “You think so? But why?”

“Dude just call him.”

“Well I can’t tonight. He just left. I think something happened at the hospital. He got paged.” Peter shrugged. “He’s got more important things to do than hang around me.”

“Don’t talk down on yourself like that. I’ll smack you.” Ned says, slight thumping the side of Peter’s head. Peter swats his hand away.

“Sorry sorry. It won’t happen again.”

“Damn right it won't happen again.” Ned nods. “Now come on. Director wants a team meeting.”

-----.-----

Tony sighs softly, leaning against the wall. He was exhausted. His patient hard coded and needed emergency surgery. This is what happens when he missed work. Thankfully they managed to save the man, but the surgery took four hours and Tony was running on half an hour of sleep and a Red Bull. He musters a smile as he makes his way to the patient’s family.

“Doctor Stark.” A frazzled looking black haired woman calls. “How is he? Jermey? Is he okay?”

“Jeremy is just fine. He is sleeping now. We had quite the scare with internal bleeding but we caught it and fixed it.” Tony smile is a little more real now as the woman’s face broke into tears of relief.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” She moves forward and hugs him. Tony, used to this reaction, hugs her back.

“It’s my pleasure.” He whispers. He lets her hug him until she lets go and he pats her arm. “Have a good night.” He smiles once more before heading to an oncall room and collapsing on one of the beds. He pulls out his phone and checks his messages.

Received Unknown Number: Hi. This is Peter. I’m not sure if this is really your number or not and if it’s not, I completely understand. It’s not a good idea to give your number to random strangers at fancy parties…….Anyway. I just wanted to say thank you for the flowers, they are beautiful and I’m glad you enjoyed the show.

Tony couldn’t help but chuckle at that. He looks at the time. Half past three AM.

Sent Unknown Number: I’m glad you liked them. Beautiful flowers for a beautiful person. I hope to see you again soon. Either on stage or in a more private setting.

After sending the text, Tony saved the number to his contacts. He didn't expect an answer, as it was so late. He instead pulls up youtube and puts Peter’s name in the search bar. A list of videos popped up and he clicked the first one. It looked like an audition video. Peter was dancing around with a huge smile on his face and singing “Lay Your Love on Me”. He was dancing around with a girl who was pretty cute, with a pixie like face. The whole performance screamed sexy. But that was the nature of the song after all. The video was interrupted by his phone buzzing with a new text message.

Received Peter: That would be nice. I’m free tomorrow...well today technically, if you are.

Tony reads the message with a smile. He pauses the video and switches over.

Sent Peter: What are you still doing up young man?

The reply came less than a minute later.

Received Peter: I couldn’t sleep and I am getting ready for my next audition. And besides, I’m 25. I’m not a ‘young man’. What are you doing up?

Tony laughs, laying on his back.

Sent Peter: You care a kid compared to me. I just got out of a surgery. What are you working on?

Received Peter: How old are you? The same one that made you leave earlier?

Sent Peter: I’m 50. And yes. It was a pretty long surgery. What are you working on? Can I hear?

Received Peter: Do you really want to? Don’t you need sleep?

Sent Peter: I’m fine. Don’t you?

Received Peter: Sleep isn’t coming again.

Tony smiled sympathetically. He got that.

Sent Peter: Can I hear what you’re working on?

Received Peter: Sure but can I call you? The recording doesn’t do it justice. Neither does over the phone but it is better than an mp3.

Instead of answering, Tony called him. Peter answers on the first ring.

“Hello again.” Tony smiles.

“You sound dead on your feet.”

“It’s nice to hear you too.” Tony couldn’t help laugh. “I’m not on my feet if that makes you feel better. I’m laying down in an oncall room.”

“Are you on call?”

“Not any more. Don’t worry. So what are you working on?”

“Well I'm trying to figure what song to audition with in two days.”

“Well tell me about the part you’re going for and maybe we can figure it out together.”

“Well I was looking at playing William Shakespeare in Something Rotten”

“Shakespeare?”

“Yeah. See the musical is a parody of sorts. It’s about this guy, Nick Bottom who is writing the first ever musical and he and Shakespeare are rivals.”

“Alright. Tell me about this Shakespeare character.”

“In a few words, he’s a cocky asshole.” Peter says bluntly. Tony laughs at this.

 Tony’s laugh sounds musical to Peter’s ears. He smiles and tucks his legs under him as he settles on his bed.

“It’s true!” Peter laughs himself. “I need a song that shows that I’m better than everyone.”

“What about “Vehicle” by Ides of March?”

“Hm...maybe.”

“Well let me hear one of Shakespeare’s songs and we can compare it.”

“Okay hold on.” Peter gets up and goes to his laptop, pulling up the karoke of the song ‘Hard to Be The Bard’ and starting it. He dances around a little as he waits his entrance.

“My days are so busy it's making me dizzy There's so much I gotta do There's lunches and meetings and poetry readings And endless interviews Gotta pose for a portrait and how I deplore Sitting there for eternity Then it's off to the inn where my innkeeper friend Wants to name a drink after me Then it's back to my room, where I resume My attempt to write a hit Just me and my beer and the terrible fear That I might be losing it And it's hard It's hard It's really, really hard So very very hard I make it look easy but honey, believe me It's hard It's hard It's so Incredibly hard So inconceivably, unbelievably hard It's hard to be the bard] Honestly, I don't know how I do it. There's only so much of me to go around I've got so many fans with so many demands I can hardly go take a piss Be it theater freak or the autograph-seeker They all want a piece of this It's a cross that I bear, I'm like Jesus, I swear It's a burden but I suffer through it It's all part of the game, the trappings of fame But somebody's gotta do it And I know, I know, I gotta go And get back to my pen and ink Oh don't make me do it Don't make me go through it Can somebody get me a drink? 'Cause it's hard Cause it's hard It's hard It's really really hard It's sexy but it's hard This bar that I'm raising To be this amazing! It's hard It's hard It's so Annoyingly hard So unavoidably, un-enjoyably hard It's hard to be the bard, baby Ugh. I know writing made me famous, but being famous is just so much more fun. You see... What people just don't understand Is that writing's demanding It's mentally challenging and it's a bore It's such a chore To sit in a room by yourself Oh my god, I just hate it! And you're trying to find an opening line Or a brilliant idea and you're pacing the floor And hoping for just a bit of divine intervention That one little nugget, that one little spark Then Eureka! You find it, you're ready to start So now you can write, right? Wrong! You're not even close, you remember that damn it Your play's gotta be in iambic pentameter! So you write down a word but it's not the right word So you try a new word but you hate the new word And you need a good word but you can't find the word Oh where is it, what is it, what is it, where is it? Blah-blah-blah, ha ha, ah-ah -UGHHHHHHH!-” Peter stops to take a breath and hears Tony cracking up.

“That is amazing!” Tony takes a breath. “The song. Its beautiful. I already love the character.”

Peter smiles widely. “Yeah?”

“I definitely need to go see this now. I really hope you get this part.”

Peter feels a little swell of pride.

“Can you do ‘Vehicle’ next? I’m sure it’s perfect I just want to hear it in your voice.”

Peter flushes a little. “Yeah sure. Hold on.” He types into the search bar and spins around in his chair as he waits. He nearly falls off his chair when the trumpet line blares through the speakers.

“You okay?”

“Yeah I’m good. Just a little spooked-” He cuts off as the words start and he starts to sing along.

“God damn kind. You’re voice is angelic.” Tony says with a groan.

Peter blushes brightly again and looks down at the phone in his hand.

“Thank you Dr. Stark."

“Tony.”

“What?”

“My name is Tony.”

“Right. Sorry.”

“I get off at six. Wanna grab dinner?”

“That sounds like fun.”

“Great. I’ll see you there.”

“I can’t wait.”

“Can I make one more request?”

“Sure.” Peter says, stretching out and popping his joints.

“Sing me to sleep?”

Peter nearly dropped his phone. Tony Stark wanted him to sing him to sleep?!?

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I know it’s a weird request-”

“I’d love to sing you to sleep.” Peter smiles and makes his way back to his own bed. He thinks for a moment before starting to sing ‘A Lullaby for a Stormy Night’. It didn’t take long for Tony to fall asleep and Peter was out soon after.

Peter, cosplaying: Peter LARPer

Peter, jumping over the fence after school: Peter Parkour

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