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If there’s one thing Tony knows about bones, it’s that they should not go that direction.
“Pete, c’mon,” he sighs. “This is gonna take forever. Please. Just let me carry you.”
“Carry me?” Peter balks through clenched teeth, continuing to hop forward on his good leg at the whopping pace of two yards per minute. “No way. I’m a grown man, Mr. Stark.”
Tony rolls his eyes. “You’re seventeen. And your ankle is broken.”
“You know, in the wizarding world, seventeen is a full-fledged adult.”
“Yeah, well, in the wizarding world, I could just Levicorpus your stubborn ass back to the quinjet,” Tony mutters.
“Aw…” Peter tilts his head to the side, his lips spreading into a lopsided grin. “You finally watched Harry Potter!”
“Nope, just read the wiki articles to shut you up.”
Peter scoffs. “Sure, Mr. Stark.” On his next one-legged hop, he lands awkwardly and would have fallen if not for Tony shooting out a hand to grab his upper arm, righting him.
“Just let me carry you,” Tony insists, ignoring the kid’s attempts to shake him off. "The suit does all the heavy lifting anyway."
Peter scowls. “No. I’m doing fine.” Freeing himself from his mentor’s grip, he takes another three hops forward, wincing with each landing. “And the spell to transport people is Mobilicorpus,” he corrects. “Levicorpus dangles you upside down.”
“I said what I said.”
On his next hop, Peter’s good leg gives out, but this time Tony’s not as lucky. Peter crumples to his knees with a guttural gasp of pain.
“Fuck,” Tony swears sharply. “You alright?”
It’s a stupid question; the answer is obvious from the set to the kid’s jaw and the tears leaking out past his tightly squeezed eyes. But Peter nods anyway, because of course he does. “Didn’t happen to learn… Episkey, did you?” he grits out.
Tony gives him a very unamused look. Then he taps his comms link. “FRIDAY, get someone to Accio us a stretcher, will you?”
“Of course, boss,” she replies over Peter’s annoyed groan.