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Peter was in pain, not that this was a new thing, as being a superhero left wounds and even with a healing factor there would still be pain. Slowly he forces his eyes open, and immediately he can tell something is wrong. His right eye sees nothing, blindness, not even black. Frantically he tries to look around with his good eye tears already starting to fall as the pain becomes that much more intense.
He forces his body upright, almost throwing up as pain and the smell of where he is hits him like a truck. Garbage, piss, shit all of it assaulting his nose making the urge to throw up that much worse. A sob crawls out of his throat as Peter tries to move a little more, that's when he notices. His left leg is missing, and Peter can no longer keep himself quiet as loud sobs ring out from him.
Why? How did this happen? The last thing he remembers is Dr. Strange erasing him from everyone's memory. Why is his leg and eye gone? Was this a punishment? A way to keep him from being a hero? He feels the blood loss start to affect him as the fatigue sets in, sobs quieting when he becomes too tired.
“Hello?” A voice sounded from down the alley, sounding further away than it should. “Hey Man, I think someone's injured down there” Before footsteps start to walk towards him. Peter tries to lift his head up and look but his body is weak, and his chest tight as his breathing becomes labored.
“What the fuck?” The man's pace quickens as he rushes towards Peter. He feels rough hands grab at him, feeling for a pulse. Peter whines as pain becomes worse squirming as he tries to move away from the pain.
“No, no. I'm sorry, I know it hurts but please kid stay still. Edgar calls an ambulance! It's a kid!” The man's panicked voice sounds muffled in his ears, he feels as pressure is put on his leg trying to slow down the blood. The other man (Edgar?) running towards them, and peter can barely glance at the second man before his eyes start to close and sleep starting to work its way through his body.
Finger snapped in front of his eyes and Peter fights the urge to bite them for waking him up. Everything is muffled like his head is underwater and he can barely make out what the man is saying. Everything is blurry and fuzzy, but he can see red and blue start to cover the alley, and he feels the man holding him let out a sigh of relief.
The two men holding him move away and a paramedic replaces them. Her face is blurry, but he can still recognize that she is smiling at him, before her mouth starts to move and he tries to understand what she is saying.
“Hey kid” She looks kind, however there is a bit of sadness “My name is Jane, what's yours?” And Peter can feel the second paramedic tighten something on his leg.
He struggles to find his words, though the pain is starting to fade away now, his chest is still tight, making breathing and talking difficult to do. “ Pe-” He cuts himself off with a cough and pain courses through his body. As he tries to calm himself down, he feels a hand grab his. It takes him another minute to calm down before he answers.
“My name’s Peter.” He finally gets out.
“That’s a nice name, you know I have an uncle named Peter, what about you Peter you have a name buddy in your family?” Her voice is kind but firm, prompting him to answer. As Peter takes a deep breath, he can feel himself being lifted onto something and being wheeled closer to the ambulance.
“My, uhm My mi-middle name Benjamin. With my uncle” His words are slurred, and they feel like molasses in his mouth. He blinks time feeling as if it is slowing down. When he opens his eyes again, It's to the inside of the ambulance and he can feel that it's moving. The road is bumpy, and the lights of the ambulance are way too bright. It's too much and finally he closes his eyes and goes to sleep.
The next time Peter wakes up, it's in a hospital room. He can hear slight beeping from the monitor next to him and people who are walking outside. He can see that it's daytime bright light covering the room sunlight warming his legs. At that thought Peter bolts upright staring down at his legs. Hands trembling, he moves the hospital blanket to the side, staring down at where his left leg used to be and as much as he wants to look away from it, he can't. He can hear the monitor start to speed up as a panic attack fully sets in.
Just barely Peter Realizes that someone has come in specifically, a doctor. He's trying to calm Peter down, gently grabbing his hands and breathing deeply telling Peter to follow along. Shakily, Peter tries to follow along as best as he can. It takes a while, but finally he calms down enough to really, look at the Doctor.
“Hey, Peter! You feeling better? I know that this is a lot but don't worry buddy everything is ok.” The doctor looks at the notes in his clipboard. “You're in surprisingly good shape for whatever happened to you. Though I am sorry to say that you have lost your leg and your right eye.”
Peter resists the urge to scoff in his face. As if he hadn't already figured that out by now. His irritation is not missed by the doctor who tries to soothe him by patting his arm before continuing. “Now there is some information missing from your chart, specifically your last name and your guardians name, could you tell me that info and then I can leave you so you can get some rest ok?”
Peter took a deep breath as he contemplated what to say. He didn't exist anymore and any relatives he had are dead so that left him with little to say in the rearguard. He blinked away his tears, this was all becoming too much for him everything was going to shit fast.
The Doctor cleared his throat clearly wanting him to answer quickly. Peter swallowed the lump in his throat “Parker my um last name is Parker, and I don't need a legal guardian I'm 18.” At the last part the doctor raised an eyebrow. “Kid I know this is hard, but you need to be honest you look 13 at the oldest.” He chuckled.
Peter blinked before looking away, his mind racing with a way to talk himself out of foster care when the doctor pulled him out of his thoughts. “Look kid, you need to rest. So, get some sleep and tomorrow there will be a CPS worker to cover your case.” He stood up checking Peter over before leaving, shutting the door gently behind him.
Peter looked around; he had to get out of here. He couldn't get involved with another family; it always goes wrong. Peter looks at the clock, if he waits until night he can sneak out and maybe even grab some pain killers and any other medication he would need. For now, he would do as the doctor says and get some rest.
The next time Peter woke it was dark out and though the city was still active the hospital had slowed down. Peter heard less nurses and doctors, the ones that were still here were taking breaks. Slowly Peter sits up making sure to be as quiet as possible and starts to detach some of the wires connected to him. As soon as he was finished with that, he slowly started to get out of the hospital bed. Taking a few deep breaths, Peter slowly stood up using the bed to balance himself and slowly started to hobble himself closer to the wall. He moved himself closer and closer to the door, as silently as he could, listening closely to see if anyone was coming. Slowly he opens the door and starts to crawl up the wall and onto the ceiling.
Crawling with one leg and eye was a lot harder than Peter initially thought it was going to be. His body was not used to the distribution weight being put on only three limbs causing him to stumble more and with only one eye caused his sight and depth perception to be completely off but somehow, he managed.
Taking a second, he scanned the area in the corner near the receptionist desk he spotted some forearm crutches, quickly he crawls over to the corner stopping before realizing that he couldn't just drop down as he would be noticed immediately. As he's thinking of ways to try to get the crutches his wrists start to hurt.
When he goes to look at his wrist he hears a little ‘trwap’ and realized that webbing has shot out of his wrist and attached to the crutches what the fuck?? Not wanting to deal with that right now he pulled the crutches towards himself and moved on finally making it to an open window he slipped out leaving the hospital behind him.
Using the Crutches, Peter slowly hobbled down dark alleys. Doing his best to avoid the main streets and any people walking on them. On his way he spotted some clothes on a clothesline and as shity as it made Peter feel he grabbed them. Taking two shirts, a pair of pants, two boxers and a pair of socks and shoes. They were mostly in his size, if just a little big but it was better than running around in loose hospital gowns. As he walked, he also managed to grab a backpack that was just left near some trash cans, it was definitely banged up but better than nothing. Dropping the extra clothes, medication, and bandages in the bag he was finally ready to get a real move on and find shelter for the night.