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Peter: When It Rains It Spores
Date of Scene: 10 October 2019
Location: Medical, Avengers Mansion
Synopsis: Peter's condition worsens as Kraven's neurotoxin nearly kills him. But Tony, Kitty, Steve, Thor and Cindy manage to cleanse it from his body.
Cast of Characters: Shadowcat, Spider-Man, Iron Man, Captain America, Thor, Silk




Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty hasn't left the Medical Bay since her arrival. She went and met a friend outside to give them a key to the apartment to take care of Jester. But other than that, Kitty and Lockheed have been staying at Peter's side.

The updates from the medical staff are appreciated, though, there really wasn't much that they could say besides they were administering this or that drug to try to help him. They hadn't come up with a magic bullet antidote for the neurotoxin.

It's nearing morning now. Kitty has moved over to the bed next to Peter, dozing on it while Lockheed keeps his steady vigil over Peter. If he wakes or takes a turn for the worse, the little dragon will wake Kitty quickly.

Spider-Man has posed:
There hasn't been a single change in Peter's vitals for half the night, not even a spike in his heart rate like the day before. The EEG they did showed brain activity was still present, but it wasn't the usual for him, like looking at a picture dipped in mud.

It's almost sunrise now.

Eyes moving steadily back and forth as if in REM, but all indications point to him not dreaming, so it must mean he's fighting. There's still no change, though. This is par for the course sofar..

Until it's different.

His HR spikes into the triple didgets and his respirations jumps from 14 to thirty. All manner of alarms start to sound on the monitor drawing the nightshift medical staff to his bedside prepared to administer some sedative.

Shadowcat has posed:
The alarms sounding at the marked change in Peter's vitals cause Kitty to sit bolt upright from where she's lying in the bed beside Peter's. Lockheed pops up as well, the little dragon flapping his wings a few times to move him over to Kitty's bed so he is out of the way of the rush of medical staff.

Kitty wipes at her eyes as her brain tries to come up to speed on what is happening. Something changed with Peter, is about the most that she's able to manage so far. "What is it? Is he ok?" Kitty asks. She slides her legs over the side of the bed and stands, but stays back to not get in their way.

Kitty looks up at the medical read outs, wiping the sleep from her eyes as she tries to make sense of it. "Heart rate's up, and respirations," she says, but she's not sure if these are good things, or are signaling something going wrong.

Iron Man has posed:
Tony Stark isn't too far away at the moment. He has only checked in on Peter physically one time, but that doesn't mean he isn't monitoring. There's just no benefit to him hanging out there, as he sees it.

But Tony stops by now, on his way through the lower levels of the mansion, and pokes his head in. "Something change?" he asks, from the doorway: literally leaning in, one hand on the doorframe. Tony's in 'work' attire: meaning he's comfortably dressed, though he does have a welding apron on. There has been substantial noise from the work labs down the hallway, though the medical area mutes most of it, it can't block all of it.

Spider-Man has posed:
"He's going into shock." One of the medical staff says in as calm a voice as he can muster, flicking at a syringe where he had pulled up 6mg of Ativan (well above the normal dose for most humans) and begins to administer the medication through the IV in Peter's left arm. The HR continues to climb, 120... 140... 210.. while the respirations are going in the oposite direction.

"Prepare to cardiovert." A female says, pointing at one of the nurses and flicking a finger towards the Crash cart nearby. Peter is jerking spasmodically, which for just about anyone would be horrible, but for someone with the kind of strength Peter has?

Is dangerous.

"Mr. Stark, the neurotoxin is shutting down organ systems." The female who was giving people orders says with a strained expression. The male going to give the Ativan when Pete's hand snaps around and grabs him by the wrist, "No.. Have.."

Sweating, jittery, and probably breaking that mans hand with how white his knuckles are getting from the grip, Pete looks like he's in a fever dream.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty looks towards the door as Tony looks in. "I don't know, he's..." she says, when the practitioner explains Peter's state. Kitty's face is riven with worry lines. "Come on Pete, you can fight this," she says, moving around the bed to get a better look, but still trying to stay out of the way.

As she sees Peter's hand close so tightly on the one man's wrist, Kitty reaches out quickly, making sure the needling isn't in yet and then phasing the man briefly to get his wrist out of Peter's grasp. After making sure he's clear of any physical objects - he wouldn't take being phased into solid matter as readily as Rhino - Kitty brings him back to normal.

"I'll help hold him," Kitty says. Though she's no stronger than the man, she is at least an extra set of arms, and two of them. Plus, no broken wrist. She moves in to help hold Peter's arm steady as best as she can, while saying, "Peter, you can make it through this. Hold on Pete, they are going to help you."

Iron Man has posed:
Tony Stark isn't a doctor. Trying to be one has caused more harm than good, in the past. "Where the /hell/ is Dr. Pym, anyway?" Tony demands of the ceiling, abruptly frustrated, entering the room. His mood is very poor, and there's an edge of a slur in there. Somebody's been drinking (that someone is Tony), which may make this situation a lot worse than it already needs to be.

"Well tell him he's not allowed to be retired," Tony retorts to a quiet answer that's drowned out by the machines.

"I've got robotic arms to handle this, but you need to keep him calm about them," Tony calls to Kitty, and begins to direct the (admittedly eerie) robotic arms in the room to reach over and help with containment of the superhero.

Tony's rubbing his face and has moved to huddle with the doctors, as if he'd be able to help them. Sometimes that's true. "Give me the full datasheet on the toxin. And keep sending copies to Pym until he gets over himself and answers me."

Spider-Man has posed:
One of the lab techs, who wisely stays the hell out of the way as well, lays down a tablet near to the Genius rather than actually handing it to him, "We've broken down a lot of the sequences in the toxin, but some of these base pairs aren't like anything in our database.. It's primative, but seems engineered specifically for him..." Nodding his head towards Peter convulsing on the bed.

Aside from the original grip on the medics wrist, Peter is in and out. Alternating from glaring around the room with glazed eyes to squeezing those same eyes shut, but he clearly has no overt control over his muscles. They're jumping at random, twitching off any syncronization. "We need to shock." The lead Medic, baring Doctor Pym, says to everyone in the room. The robotic arms keep him stablized long enough for someone to administer the ativan, which keeps him more or less stationary while they apply the pads to the sides of his chest.

"Three hundred joules." A full hundred above the maximum for any cardioversion on a normal patient. "Clear!"

She waits for everyone to hands off the bed, including the robotic arms for the split second required for the shock, and then hits the button. Peter jerks violently, then settles... the result is instant.. HR 315... 200.. 142.. 90..

Peter goes still again, returning to REM.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty helps with making sure the arms get ahold of Peter to help steady him, and then she back away a little bit again. Knowing that she is more likely to be in their way than be able to help, and thankfully she's trained to not just shut down her good sense in moments like this.

There've been way too many moments like this, she reflects.

Kitty back away again a little bit, holding up her hands to show they are clear though not even being within arm's reach. She watches as the blood pressure comes back down, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Rhino, I think it was him... anyway, one of the bad guys said he was paid to attack him. So it would make sense the toxin was something that whoever is behind it, thought would affect him," Kitty says. "I suppose it might try to go for something that might be effective against humans and arachnids, assuming the Spider part is literal?"

Iron Man has posed:
"Oh. Engineered. That's a different matter, we can figure /that/ out," Tony says, ignoring the tablet, and instead taking over one of the big wall consoles. He's getting priority here, over whatever it is that the others are doing. He didn't take over any monitoring equipment.

"This crash is a clue, too. JARVIS, pair these up for me into test sequences. In fact--- take this into Lab 1," Tony asserts, abruptly moving towards the door. He's distracted by Peter's state, not that he'd say so. He needs to solve the problem. Concentrate. Maybe fewer drinks would have been good. "Get him stable, and bring out one of the scrubbers we used when Lang was poisoned with the alien parasites eating his brain. Maybe we'll just get lucky."

The medical staff look confused, but JARVIS agrees, "Yes sir."

And then Tony just leaves the room, talking to JARVIS at the ceiling as he does. Tony will be right back... probably.

Spider-Man has posed:
The medics look relieved, but only slightly.

Tony is absolutely right that this is a clue, but to their less than genius minds (They're likely all very smart, so no slight against them or anything), it's a clue that Peter is deteriorating. With Jarvis in agreement though, they go to work doing what the Boss told them. Arranging to have the Scrubbers brought out and hooked up while they wait for Tony to return.

Probably.

One of the doctors, moves over to Kitty, "He's stable.. maybe you should go home and get some rest? You don't need to see him like this. We'll call you if there's any changes and I think a rest in your own bed might do you a world of good." He means well. The poor man.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty Pryde smiles over to the doctor, her expression tinged with gratitude for his concern. "Chances of that happening are nil, but you're sweet to try," Kitty says in a gentle voice.

Kitty moves back over to the head of the bed where it looks like she can stand and be safely out of the way. She reaches over to softly brush her fingers through the unruly brown hair where it hangs along the edge of his face. "He sat by my side while I was in a coma, barely even willing to take a shower. I mean, really, he should have taken a shower," Kitty says, managing a faint grin not far from what she'd give Peter if he'd been awake to hear the comment.

"I'm not going to do any less for him. I guess I was able to hear him, according to someone who would know. Hopefully he can hear me now," Kitty says, continuing to smooth his hair. "And you left me hanging, Peter. Pasta but didn't even let me know what kind of sauce it would be," she reminds the slumbering man of the proposed dinner plans.

Spider-Man has posed:
"Alfredo."

The doctor didn't say it, but looks just as surprised as everyone else to have heard it. Given how much ativan he was given, Peter should be down and out for the count, but there he is with his eyes half lidded staring around as if he's unable to see a damned thing despite it.

"Where am I?" Voice is far off, dry mucosa, very sticky sounding.

Iron Man has posed:
Tony comes back, with one of the scrubbers in hand. "Recalibrated this. We'll have to sort of try some things on the fly, but get this running," Tony says, commanding the room immediately. His manner switches when he comes over to Peter, though.

"Hey, it's Tony. You're about to enter a Jacuzzi, nude, with Kitty here. We need you to relax a bit, though. Sweet dreams, pal," Tony says, with obvious intent to distract the patient while rigging up the tech, switching tubes out. "Give me a hand with these," Tony asks of Kitty, and attempts to hand her the console, while he's still pulling at the medical tech around the bed, in an organized chaos specific to Tony Stark.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty is about to answer when Tony fills in an image for Peter instead. "Yep, jacuzzi. Nude. No one else watching so ignore any other voices," she tells him. Kitty reaches over to take the console, her eyes sweeping across it quickly figuring out which control is which.

She powers it up and connects it to the monitoring system for Peter's bed. The doctor asks her, "Wait, how did you know-" while Kitty just points to the identifier in the bottom corner of the monitoring screen, thoughtfully put there by someone who realized it might be handy at moments like this.

"Going to get you better Pete. You thoughtfully made some archer's day by letting him hit his target. But you're going to be ok," she tells him, resting a hand on the non-injured shoulder.

Spider-Man has posed:
"That sounds nice." Peter's eyes roll up to the sound of Kitty's voice, but he's drousy and clearly doesn't see her. "We get to be nude.." The techs are moving at Tony's instruction, getting ready to resedate the recently awakened Spider-Man with the kind of anathesia they'd use to put down a Rhino. "I did? I like making... peoples.. day......" The small bit of consciousness fades away beneath the administration of medication, but it's the short term kind. Versed and propofol.

The medic nods to Tony, "He's down, Mr. Stark." Side eyeing Kitty as he moves away to join the chaos of electronics whirling around the Nucleus that is Tony Stark. Some of them shouting vitals for whatever amounts to charting in a super secret facility, but it's always good to keep records of this stuff right? Others are hands for Tony as he needs them.

Everyone has a job!

Iron Man has posed:
Mostly what that means is that the human staff get out of the way, and the robots come in. They're programmed to anticipate Tony's needs: or to be yelled at without any hurt feelings, too. Besides, there's a distraction here: these medical helpers are used to Avengers, but it's another thing to see Tony perform right in front of them. Of course they want to watch. Sorry Peter.

Tony waggles a hand at one of the robot arms, and removes part of the monitor console that tests blood, does some changes on the back, and puts it back in.

"Alright. We're a go here. Let's see if it's going to work without too much adjustment. I think we'll have to modify it, though: these are not brain parasites. I mean, we could get 'lucky' and they ARE, but the chances are about the same as someone on the internet changing their mind after you've argued with them." Tony stays squatted on the floor by the tech, and looks at the console in Kitty's hands expectantly.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty watches as everything gets hooked up to Peter. She powers the device up and watches as it calibrates. "Detecting... no brain parasites. Scanning. Scanning," Kitty says. "Scanning. Ok, picking up chemical differences. Focusing in on them," she says.

She glances up at the monitor and makes a gesture towards the console and then as if throwing something to the monitor. A pop up window shows a copy of what she's seeing on the console. "Looks like it's related to his red blood cells," Kitty says. "Wait, is that..." she says, having the scrubber send some of the information to the medical database.

The doctor moves closer to look. "That's... some messed up, altered form of hemocyanin. A chemical in spider blood. It carries oxygen rather than using red blood cells. But he doesn't have that in his system, and not this impure version of it. If his body senses that and thinks it is taking over for his red blood cells, all sorts of things could go wrong." The doctor looks to Tony. "Can the scrubber remove it?"

Spider-Man has posed:
The toxin is designed from a very rare spider found in Volgorgrad, Russia mixed with blood altered by the genetically manipulated spider that originally affected Peter. It leaves behind a residue in his blood stream that his immune system clearly thinks is part of his anatomy and lets lie dormant which is the vector for release of the cytotoxic spores that attach themselves to redblood cells, alternate them into blue-cells (hemocyanin) which is then immediately attacked.

TLDR

The toxin is using Peter's genetically altered blood to genetically alter his blood to something his body is pissed off at.

But it has clear markers and, now that there's a view of it through the micro monitors cameras on the end of the scrubbers, shouldn't be terribly difficult to manually remove.

Medically, Peter's body is shutting down because none of his organs are getting blood. It's being destroyed by itself.. like HIV does to White Blood Cells.

Iron Man has posed:
Tony thinks about Kitty's question. "Not as it stands," Tony answers, resting both hands on his knees in the crouch for a few seconds, his eyes moving not over the consoles, but over the physical tech near his feet, where he's squatted. Tony's very clearly working on some sort of tech related to the medical bed, and most of the medical staff is pretending they aren't watching Tony work.

He rubs the side of his goatee once, and then goes after the scrubber itself. "MK-1, bring the parts kit in here related to the original scrubber designs." A ceiling drone zooms off to fetch the requested items. It doesn't take long, soon it returns with a bin, and sets it near Tony.

"We can separate those, just let me alter this, or it'll make his body respond even moreso, too invasive, I'd bet," Tony answers Kitty while he works on it. Tubes are changed out. "JARVIS, adapt the software while I do this. I want rotating checks to adapt to new levels as it goes; purging him of it suddenly could shock him worse than he's already been hit with."

Captain America has posed:
At the doorway to the medical room, a man in khaki pants and a white t-shirt lingers, barefoot. Steve's brows are deeply knitted as he watches the doctors work alongside Kitty and Tony. A sigh leaves him as he shifts his weight in place, arms tightly folded.

The kid's strong, but Steve's been keeping abreast of updates as best he can manage. It's looking questionable yet -- knowing this sits like an acidic rock in his stomach.

"Anything I can do?" The Captain's voice travels in between sounds of medical machinery.

Shadowcat has posed:
The doctor moves closer to the monitor, rubbing at his eyes and looking closer at the inset screen showing what the scrubber picked up on. "Clever bastard," he mumbles to himself, and his expression suggesting he's mentally kicking himself they didn't pick up on it.

He turns to his staff. "Ok, while they work on clearing the underlying toxin out, we need transfusions for him to replenish his red blood cells with healthy ones." He pulls out a handkerchief and dabs it at his forehead. "We're going to have to study what it did that our normal tests didn't pick up on the modifications, but that can wait. Let's move people!" he says, his own anger at himself reflected in his tone.

Kitty watches as the medical staff scurries. She pats Peter's healthy shoulder gently. "The jacuzzi really is great. I'm going to turn up the jets just a little bit," she tells Peter, carrying along the image that he responded to briefly in his semi-lucid moment. She glances up and sees Steve Rogers in the doorway. "Prayer. And a... Tony, cup of coffee?" she asks. She's noticed Stark's mild inebriation, but trusts him in that state over anyone else sober.

Spider-Man has posed:
Pete is properly sedated compared to his earlier seizures, eyes moving back and forth behind the lids. Blissfully unaware of all the medical stuff going into and out of his body. It doesn't solve the problem of a antidote, but at least they have a means to physically remove the antigen causing the toxic shock.

The good news:

The spores are largely centered around the wound where the spear pierced his shoulder.

The bad news:

There's /alot/ of them.

Whoever attacked the spider clearly wasn't doing a field test. That spear tip was coated down with the toxin... most of which is now in Pete's body.

Iron Man has posed:
"Nah, I'll buy a round when we're done here," Tony says evenly: he can multitask even when calibrating a device to siphon toxins out. And, of course, drinking will be coming along.

"Yeah, Steve; Peter's in a Jacuzzi with Kitty. Can't imagine there'd be a problem with you arriving. Keep him calm, he's a bit /strong/ and fighting with us physically," Tony comments to Steve. Spider-Strength is an issue lately.

"Get that going, Kitty. I think I have an idea for an anti-venom, which will clean up after this," Tony says, standing up, and moving to one of the consoles. "Where's those tests I asked for, JAR-thank you," Tony says, now working in more in his head and the displays, as opposed to physical gear.

"New software for the blood cleansing device is updated as well, Mr. Stark," JARVIS reports.

Captain America has posed:
Steve leaves behind his uncertainty at the med room door. Quietly, he threads himself into the situation to end up beside the bed and out of the immediate path of medical staff needing to work around him. He glances over his shoulder from the ceiling and to the screen Tony's working at, his lips pressed thin.

"I'll keep him still if he starts moving again," comes the calm reassurance. If there's anything the Captain can do, it's project the enviable composure and semblence of simply 'everything will be alright'.

"Coffee'll come after he's stabilized. From what I've heard and read on the reports, this is our window, before the toxin progresses further in his system." A broad palm rests on the metal hand-guide alongside the gurney. Steve doesn't announce himself to Peter just yet.

Mustn't ruin the hot tubbing experience.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty hangs onto the console, waiting for Tony be ready to fire it up. She keeps the scans going in the meantime, though it seems they have gleaned as much as they are going to until it's time to monitor for improvements.

Kitty reaches over to brush Peter's hair gently. "You're a trooper. Going to have to order a cake from Feynman's after this. They've got this multi-layer, chocolate and raspberry, with dark chocolate icing," she tells Peter, just keeping him hearing her voice.

Kitty smiles over to Steve as he moves over to help out. "Once he's out of this, need to start tracking down who was behind it," she says. She's focused on Peter the whole time she's been in the medical bay. But that doesn't mean she doesn't have some heat buried away over who did this.

Lockheed seems to agree with her, giving a snort that seems to want to have some flames included with it, but he restrains himself as he sits on the next nearest bed, watching.

Spider-Man has posed:
Pete grins at something said or something imagined, but it's fleeting and fades quickly. Either he can hear everything going on or thinks he can! But at the very least there's higher brain function.

With the dosing of propofol and versed on a drip at big ass animal levels, he's plenty unconscious. Every so often a Nurse comes around to give him some breaths by bagmask, then moves on. He's tougher than the average bear and doesn't need them very often.

Iron Man has posed:
"We've got his buddies, Electric-guy, Alligator, whoever. Think you want to lean on them to find out who's throwing poison spears, Cap?" Tony asks sideways of Steve, following up on Kitty's suggestion. Otherwise, and finger-guns at kitty to signal her to start.

"It'll work," Tony says, with complete confidence, his tone even and sure of himself. If Tony's doubtful, he's keeping that locked down for later.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty looks over at the doctor. "Transfusions are going, he'll have all the new, healthy red blood cells he needs," the man confirms. Kitty nods to him, and then to Tony. "Udachi," she murmurs, wishing them all luck in Russian as she turns it on.

The hoses that are hooked up to Peter have a telltale red color pass through them, pulling out blood and putting it through the scrubber that is now configured to deal with the chemical from the spider physiology that is hiding the toxic spores. The hoses that go back into Peter's veins might seem just slightly redder. Healthier. Though truly it would just be a trick of the brain to see it so.

Kitty watches the output, looking between it, and Peter's biorhythmic readings on the monitor above the bed. "Seems to be going well so far," she says with cautious optimism.

Captain America has posed:
"Think I can crank a few shoulders for answers. Probably can convince an old friend to join me."

Because if Steve couldn't get answers back in the war, Barnes could -- there were never any compulsions to be humane in the darker-haired soldier when it came to excising information. Steve leaves his hand rested where it was as he watches the machines get to work. He slides his gaze along the tubes and back to Peter, waiting to see if his strength is necessary to keep the young man on the bed rather than suddenly convulsing.

Spider-Man has posed:
There's a saying in Medicine: Never point out how good things are going.

If it's quiet? Enjoy it.

If it's going well? Keep going.

No sooner do the words exit Kitty's mouth does Peter starts to struggle, almost compulsively grabbing for one of the leads on his chest against the dosage of anathesia coursing through his bloodstream. "No... nooo.... I have to go." It's dreamy and distant, whatever happened to the jacuzzi dream anyways?

In truth, the procedure is still going well. Toxicity levels are dropping, but there's still those spore bundles in his blood stream that haven't replicated yet. Those will require manual removal.. like clearing out a blood clot or heart block.

Iron Man has posed:
"Scans are showing some obstruction, some buildups from the spores," Tony observes of his screens. "Someone other than me is going to need to pull those." Tony levels a finger at the senior medical doctor present. No pressure, just save one of the superheroes while the other ones watch. No pressure.

"We can use the vacuum and catheter combos that failed to help me at all," Tony says, his language moving vague: there's people here that don't know about Tony's arc reactor, and that information doesn't need to leak everywhere. "Pym made those, I think," Tony says. It's important to notate when something Dr. Pym does fails. "They'll be in his storage."

"Medical storage A-23," JARVIS politely supplies, allowing drones to go fetch and bring it back. The apparatus is a tubing combination with very specific vacuum systems. Still, it will need one of the medical team to steer it.

Captain America has posed:
The very second Peter appear to break through the anesthesia, Steve's got a gentle but firm palm spread on the young man's chest. The other palm directs the grasping, fumbling arm away from the tubes set beneath Peter's skin. It takes a bit of work on the Captain's part -- Spidey-strength is nothing to sneeze at.

"Not yet, buddy, got some work to do still," the super-soldier tells him with a shepherding firmness, as if Peter might be able to hear him through the garble of the deep sedation.

Thor has posed:
Outside, the sky takes a turn for the darker suddenly, despite it being a perfectly nice day before, and outside is heard a very large crash of thunder. A lightning strike causes a particularly large boom of Thunder...

Upstairs, a door slams open, and somebody very big with rather heavy footfalls is heard running down the stairs...

And yet, the door to the infirmary is opened surprisingly gently, admitting a very worried looking God of Thunder. "One of the Valkyries told me the warrior of Spiders may enter Valhalla's halls tonight, and I arrived as quickly as I could. Have they been able to heal him?" Valkyries choose the slain. If a Valkyrie is worried about Peter Parker, he was REALLY close to the edge there. "Peter..."

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty is keeping an eye on the console, its output shown up on an inset window at the top of Peter's monitor above his bed. She makes a few small adjustments, mainly just around the displays for the humans, leaving it to the software to handle any adjustments to the actual treatment.

The doctor nods to Tony at the mention of manually removing the spores from the wound. His face is only slightly set in a determined line, remembering the little hiccups encountered with the specially modified vacuum system.

When the drone returns with it, he and his staff begin setting it up. The doctor pulls out a handkerchief and jots at his forehead. "Um, Nancy. You have the surest hand. We don't want this getting too far down into the tissue," he says to one of the other doctors. The blond-haired woman nods and moves forward, getting the device ready. It has what appears to be a very fine tip, that might not even be recognized as being a vacuum were it not referred to as such.

Kitty's jaw muscles tense a bit as she watches the woman peel back the bandage and begin guiding the tip into the wound, watching on a display that shows the progress. She glances over to the arrival of Thor. "He had a rough go, but... we have an idea what he's facing now," she tells the Thunderer.

Silk has posed:
    Cindy's arrival had been met by security but after some confirmation she's escorted in.

By Thor

    The scent of Gotham still clangs to her as the dark clad female spider draws her hand up to remove the black mask from over her eyes once they are inside. Occasionally she casts a side glance up at her taller more imposing companion. "Thank you," she manages as her hand dashes her hair back behind her ear. Browns eyes do take the moment to dart about and consider her surroundings as she finally is shown down into the room where Peter is being kept.

    A breath drawn in hesitation as she sees those already present and goes still. Her gaze locks upon the spider across the room and decides to remain back. Perhaps using Thor as a gauge for where she should stand as her hand clasps tight around the mask that now rests at her side.

Spider-Man has posed:
Peter is not making this easier, even with Steve holding him down, he's really strong, and fighting against whatever it is trying to keep him from getting off the bed. Monitors are going insane, heart rate spiking as he struggles against the Super Soldiers grip... suffice to say that Nancy is a little disconcerted as she incerts the guide wire into the wound trying to thread it into an open artery while the patient is both awake AND struggling.

"Let me go... I have to go.. I have... to..." His breathing slows, chest heaving as they dose of propofol is upped, we're talking Michael Jackson levels here, and 10mg of Versed are pushed through an IV. This kind of medication would shut someones heart down.. "We're going to need to intubate him if we end up giving him any higher a dose, Mr. Stark.."

The procedure begins, while Tony is busy clearing Peter's bloodstream of the already infected blood-cells and pumping in fresh PBRs. "They're stuck on their pretty tight..." Nancy says with a little frown, still apprehensive after the short outburst. One more of those and she'll slice through his artery with a laser beam and who wants to guess how that ends?!

Iron Man has posed:
"My hand is less sure right now, but only because I have done at least four rounds with Jose Cuervo," Tony asides to Steve, cheeky, relaxing a little now, just looking over the console near him. Certainly the past twenty minutes was an extreme, sudden proof of how highly functioning Tony is as an alcoholic. The stress of the room and needing Tony to come up with something made the whole 'drunk' thing less apparent for a little while. It doesn't mean Tony's sober. Could he have done better, reacted faster, been more creative had he been? Of course.

On the upside, Tony's role might be done: he's provided the scrubber, has an anti-venom in formulation, and provided a tiny vacuum.

"I mean, I can still do it," Tony says.

But then Peter is thrashing. "Peter. Kid. Hey," Tony says, moving towards Peter's head, snapping his fingers once. "Focus. I'm kicking it's ass for you, but you need to work on your side to /let/ me. You stay benched until I say."

Captain America has posed:
Grunting, Steve's teeth flash in a grimace even as he continues to try to keep the young Spider in place. "Thor -- could use -- a hand here!" he grunts out while the poor doctor attempts to thread the catheter. A glance over at Tony is equal parts concerned and distracted.

"We gotta talk, Stark." His mutter might reach the genius-inventor when Tony ends up beside the gurney.

Uh oh: the last name.

"Tube him if you need to," the Captain adds to the medical team. "Don't need arterial blood spray everywhere. That's a mess." Such droll commentary; the super-soldier must have dealt with it before.

Thor has posed:
Upon seeing Peter thrash about, and Cap having trouble holding him down, Thor jumps in...he leans down, grabs Peter's arms, crosses them over his head...and then pins his hands under Mjolnir. Needless to say, they're not moving after that. From there, the Thunderer uses his own strength to hold down the rest of Peter so the doctors can work. "I have him, Steve." And perhaps that will afford enough peace and quiet for the medical team to finish the job.

Despite jumping in as such, Thor is quite worried here...it only takes one accident, and then, well...there may be a back up plan, but it's a question of how many back up plans there are that can reach him before his spirit quits his body.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty moves to the side so there's more access to get to Peter. Though she stays at the head of the medical bay bed, reaching out to softly brush her fingers through the hair at the edges of Peter's face. "Peter, it's Kitty. You need to relax. It's ok. You're safe. We're here with you. Just sleep and relax. You're ok," she says soothingly. Having no idea if any of this is getting through to him. She really should have called Rachel. Or Jean. Or a healer.

Ok, she did call a healer, but Triage was out of touch.

Kitty glances up, seeing Cindy's arrival and nodding towards her, Kitty's expression meant to be reassuring. "How's it going doctor?" she asks the man. He dabs sweat from his forehead again. Nancy looks over at her colleague and says, "We got this," sounding less nervous.

Silk has posed:
    For a moment Cindy narrows her gaze and steps forward as if to aid, webbing sliding from her fingers naturally so that she might help. Noting how he struggles in a key moment, Silk is quick, weaving with both hands as her mask drops to the floor. She is moving then to quickly secure ankles and wrists to help with the effective holding of the rather feverish Peter.

    Cindy's eyes meet Kitty's and she nods, lips firming into a line as she steps back then, once she's done her part in keeping him still. A breath drawn she shakes her head, dark eyes half kidding before she takes another step back and another. She stays present but out of the way.

Spider-Man has posed:
The rest of the procedure is mared with only the infrequent grunts of a jerking Spider trying in vain to buck the hammer keeping his arms pinned down above his head and the webbing keeping the rest of him in place. Even still, they keep upping the dosage on medication until they /have/ to intubate him based entirely on his body nolonger breathing for itself. Natural reaction, no reason to be alarmed.

Once he's no longer struggling, however, Nancy finishes clearing the spores... at least the ones they've found.. and retracts the guide wire as slowly as she incert it, looking relieved only once it is completely free of his artery.

She unpuckers her butthole now.

Not like inadvertantly killing an Avenger looks back on the resume or anything, right?

One of the technicians steps closer to Tony, particularly when Jose is brought up, "This is mostly on autopilot now, Mr. Stark... you want me to take over for a while?"

Iron Man has posed:
"Yeah, Cap, /that/ can wait," Tony retorts to Steve's use of his last name, snarking back firmly. He's busy with the kid. "I'm fine; I've solved this, if you missed that," Tony says to the technician, with a similar look that doesn't yield much room for argument. Tony's the boss: technician needs to step off.

Tony takes the tablet away from the technician to his other side, stepping back from Peter's bed. He trips over the bin of parts, though, and stumbles. Things are a little bit fuzzy in Stark land, but he's maintaining admirably, attention now on the console. "Clean this up, MK-1, someone'll die," Tony tells the drone, that busily begins to try to remove the various parts on the ground from earlier.

Captain America has posed:
With Thor and Cindy having firmly corraled Peter, the Captain takes a step back from the gurney and the controlled chaos of the medical procedure.

"Yep, didn't miss it." This Steve says drily after the clang of toe to bin and the consequential need for Tony to catch his balance. "Things're solved for now. Come on, Tony. Time for that cup of coffee."

Never has an invite for a cuppa ever sounded so resolute.

"Keep us in the loop," Steve is sure to ask firmly of the medical staff as he then excuses himself from the medical room, fully expecting the genius-inventor to accompany him.

Iron Man has posed:
"/Someone/ needs a proper drink," Tony flings at Steve's back, but shoves the tablet in his hands into the technicians hands, and saunters after Steve. He only trips over one other thing on the ground on his way out. It jumped out in front of his feet, clearly.

Thor has posed:
Thor sees things are apparently under control, and asides to Steve and Tony, who appear to be off about to have a different situation. Still, "It appears the warrior of Spiders is safe for the moment." Pause. "Does he still need to be held down?" Thor isn't letting go until he's absolutely sure Peter isn't going to Valhalla tonight.

Then, almost casually, "I wonder what flavor of mead that was Tony was drinking. Though we feast on Asgard nightly, we don't generally do so before such exacting work." It seems a bit odd to the Thunder god.

Silk has posed:
    A breath releases again from her, near audible as Cindy has forgotten her mask but the dark splash of color is noted quickly ands he moves forward to grab it up. She smooths it with her fingers and then glances back up, her eyes darting to a few of the others but once more to Kitty as she watches the professionals do what they are meant to do with a sort of unsteadiness that one has in a foreign unknown location.

    The webs hold, that is all she needs to see for the moment. No questions asked as she looks somewhat relieved with they begin to finalize everything. She's looking a little pale despite it all.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty Pryde looks a little more relaxed now the treatments, or at least the dangerous parts, seem to be done. She looks over to the doctor who gives Kitty an encouraging nod. "Thanks Frank," Kitty says to him, letting out a breath of relief.

Lockheed feels the same way. The little purple dragon is sitting on the nearest bed to Peter, and flops down after having been leaning forward watching everything everything intently.

Kitty smiles to those in the room. "Tony, thanks. I'd say you're a life-saver but..." she says, then motions to Peter. Whose life was saved. "Sort of redundant." Her smile is bright for him though. She gives Steve, Thor and Cindy grateful looks as well. "Thank you, everyone," she says, letting out another sigh of relief.

Thor has posed:
Thor examines the situation...particularly with the primary surgeon evidently having left the building to have a discussion with purpose with Steve. And the beeping machines do not appear to be beeping in unusual ways. "...I trust he is safe for now?" He isn't going to retrieve the Hammer until he's sure the Warrior of Spiders is in no further danger.

Thor, not the medical expert, but concerned all the same.

Silk has posed:
    A nod is given to Kitty when the thanks is offered, "I am not sure what more I can do but I would like to stay for a little while. I will need to head back, really place for me to stay and was in a bit of a hurry to get here." Eyes dart back to Peter where he rests and then her gaze once more returns to Kitty. "I am sure he will be okay, you all have it well in hand," she says, "But what happened?"

    That question has been plaguing her it would seem as finally her expression shows a tiny bit of worry.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty moves around the bed, giving Thor and Cindy grateful looks again. She sags as she sits down on the bed beside Peter. It's unmade state, plus her mussed up hair, suggest she was possibly sleeping in it. It's only just morning, the whole medical incident having taken only an hour or so.

Kitty gives a little nod. "Sounds like he'll be ok. Well, he was swinging along, literally, when Rhino attacked him. And then Vulture too at the same time. One of them said something about being paid to attack him. And it wasn't just those two. Electro and Scorpion as well. Lockheed and I got there as quick as we could," Kitty says, the dragon moving over into her lap and curling up.

"Pete was already battered pretty badly by then. Concussion. Well, Iron Man had some drones arrive that saved a bus Rhino threw, and then he arrived soon after. We took those four out, they are in custody now. But someone shot a... more of a spear than an arrow, into his shoulder. No idea who, I didn't see it when it happened," Kitty says.

"It had some neurotoxin on it, designed for him specifically. It had some spider blood chemicals in it that kept his system from seeing it as a foreign body, which let it... well, it was taking out his red blood cells, starving his body for oxygen slowly. They think they got it all though," she says.

"I'm... going to lie down for a little bit. Wake me if his status changes, ok?" she asks. And then does as she said, lying down on the pillow. Staring over at Peter for awhile before sleep comes.