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Peter was not having a good day.
He had stayed out late last night on patrol, resulting in him getting up late and therefore late for school.
He had missed a pop quiz automatically lowering his average to a B in Calculus, something that Tony would not be pleased with at all.
Ned had been home sick all day, so he had no one to hang out with during school, save MJ who barely paid him any attention.
Then, that evening, parent teacher conferences had been announced, meaning that all the avengers would show up to his school to talk about his grades. Especially his newly acquired Calculus mark.
Now, he was facing off to what he had thought was just one crazy guy waving a gun around, shooting at people and things on an open floor of a building undergoing construction. Instead, it had turned out to be a whole group of them who were set on putting an end to Spiderman specifically.
"Okay guys. What do you say we put down the guns and talk this out? Huh?" Peter asked, hands slightly raised, eyes latched onto the numerous firearms pointed at his chest.
He took a step back, which was only mirrored as the group advanced onto him.
He supposed that the almost overwhelming tingling had tried to signal to him he was swiftly approaching the edge of the building as well, but he had just thought it had been because of the masked men.
Suddenly, the floor was gone from beneath is feet and he found himself plummeting 10 storeys.
Panicking, he shot a spiral of webbing towards a beam he was above him. Thankfully it connected, meaning that Peter's fall was cut short rather abruptly, successfully popping his shoulder out of place, and was slung until his back connected rather painfully with a brick wall.
He lost his grip, and plummeted the remaining few stories down to the ground. While it was not nearly far enough to kill him, of sure as hell did hurt.
Peter could hear his own groans and whimpers as he lay on the concrete, trying to catch his breath. His shoulder throbbed most painfully, but was not unusable.
'For now,' he rationalized, 'I should attempt to return to Stark Tower.'
As if fate had heard him, his vision began to get rather blurry, his head began throbbing and Peter felt the distinct warmth of blood seep out from under him.