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His head hurt, he felt nothing but pain. The ringing in his ears became louder and louder with every move of his body. The dark red liquid running down his face underneath his mask into his eyes.
Today definitely wasn’t his lucky day, after yet another fight with Scorpio he was left with multiple wounds across his body.
He should have been more careful. He could have paid attention to Scorpio’s tail. Now he was left with a sore body and a cop asking him if he was okay.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go to a hospital?”
“I’m sure Jean, I can take care of this” he said with a weak voice. “It looks worse then it is”
“I wouldn’t be so sure of that, this looks like it needs professional help. But whatever you say spider-man” DeWolff said as she turned to get into her car
“Just know if you need anything, call me” and with that she left.
The gash right across his chest made his head feel light. He knew that he needed to get help, if he didn’t he would be purely fucked. Normally he would just walk it out, he would do anything but clean the wounds.
The pain made him feel like he was alive. It made him alive. He suppressed a whine forming in his throat and tried to get up, clutching his stomach as he felt the stinging coming.
Hissing at the burning pain he started walking to the only person that knew him both as spider-man and Peter Parker. Frank. The man himself told the boy to come to him if anything happened.
He was sure Frank was still just guilty about shooting him, and just wanted to repay his favor. He didn’t blame him, he could never.
You could say he was even grateful. The near death experience made Peter feel like he wasn’t losing his mind.He felt human.
The trip to Frank took longer than it should because swinging there was not an option.
His state was not letting him do it any other way then walking.
After passing all the traps that Frank set up he started knocking on the door. If you could even call it a door.
“Get lost” a harsh voice spoke on the other end.
“Frank it’s me”
The silence was loud, too loud. After a minute Frank finally opened the door.
“Fucking hell man, what happened to you?”
Frank commented at the state that spider-man was in, letting the man get inside his ship.
“I’m guessing you came for help with whatever that is”
“Yeah, if you, you could. Sorry man. If you could maybe patch me up a bit? I would be very grateful, you know?”
“Sure kid, get on the table” Frank grumbled as he went for the med kit.
It’s not the first time Peter came to him for help with such things. After the accident when Frank shot him Peter had more courage to ask Frank for help.
After all, he saw his face. Maybe it was for the better that Frank knew him, you could say some of the weight lifted off his shoulders.
“Alright Daffiodil, I’m going to need you to stay still. Take the damn mask off and the top of your suit as well”
“Sure, whatever” he mumbled
Peter took off the parts of the suit that covered his injuries. He doesn’t want to count how many he has.
The most concerning one right now is the huge gash across his chest. It’s pretty deep and won’t heal as fast even with his super healing.
“Okay kid, that definitely will need stitches so hold still because my hands are not as steady as they used to be”
He hissed and he felt the cold needle piercing his skin, he went through worse but it still hurt as hell. Sitting through this afoul experience isn’t his favorite time.
He let Frank take care of his wounds, he knew not to argue about anything the man was offered. Even the weird looking chili, wich was not that bad.
After cleaning his wounds Peter made his way to the shower. He reeked, he knew that.
Catching the towel and spare clothes Frank threw at him. A sigh escaped his mouth just as he closed the bathroom door.
He undressed as he made his way into the small shower, multiple thoughts that flooded his mind disappeared.
The warm water was pouring down on his injured body, as he tried not to whine at the pain coming from it. Right now the only thing he wanted to do was to got to sleep.
Surely Frank won’t mind him if he sleeps on the couch, right? Well he sure hopes so because he is not in the shape or form to even go back to his apartment.
“Hey Frank do you mind if I just crash this night at your place?”
Peter asked as she sat on the couch.
“Yeah sure, do whatever. Just remember not to touch anything”
“Thanks man, you still owe me though”
“Yeah, of course I fucking do. Fucking bullshit”
The man mumbled under his nose. Of course the boy heard it, he hears everything.
Peter made himself ‘comfortable’ on the couch, his hand dangling to the floor and feet almost falling off. It was slimmer then Peter expected it to be.
At the corner of his eye he saw frank putting the med kit away, at the other end of the room he hear the slow and quiet buzzing of the fridge.
Trying to relax after today’s activity, the boy fell into the deep slumber of sleep thanks to the small sounds calming him.
is head hurt, he felt nothing but pain. The ringing in his ears became louder and louder with every move of his body. The dark red liquid running down his face underneath his mask into his eyes.
Today definitely wasn’t his lucky day, after yet another fight with Scorpio he was left with multiple wounds across his body.
He should have been more careful. He could have paid attention to Scorpio’s tail. Now he was left with a sore body and a cop asking him if he was okay.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go to a hospital?”
“I’m sure Jean, I can take care of this” he said with a weak voice. “It looks worse then it is”
“I wouldn’t be so sure of that, this looks like it needs professional help. But whatever you say spider-man” DeWolff said as she turned to get into her car
“Just know if you need anything, call me” and with that she left.
The gash right across his chest made his head feel light. He knew that he needed to get help, if he didn’t he would be purely fucked. Normally he would just walk it out, he would do anything but clean the wounds.
The pain made him feel like he was alive. It made him alive. He suppressed away a whine forming in his throat and tried to get up, clutching his stomach as he felt the stinging coming.
Hissing at the burning pain he started walking to the only person that knew him. Frank. The man himself told the boy to come to him if anything happened.
He was sure Frank was still just guilty about shooting him. He didn’t blame him, he could never.
You could say he was even grateful. The near death experience made Peter feel like he wasn’t losing his mind.
He felt human. It took longer than it should because swinging there was not an option.
His state was not letting him do it any other way. After passing all the traps that Frank set up he started knocking on the door. If you could even call it a door.
“Get lost” a harsh voice spoke on the other end.
“Frank it’s me”
The silence was loud, too loud. After a minute Frank finally opened the door.
“Fucking hell man, what happened to you?”
Frank commented at the state that spider-man was in, letting the man get inside his ship.
“I’m guessing you came for help with whatever that is”
“Yeah, if you, you could. Sorry man. If you could maybe patch me up a bit? I would be very grateful, you know?”
“Sure kid, get on the table” Frank grumbled as he went for the med kit.
It’s not the first time Peter came to him for help with such things. After the accident when Frank shot him Peter had more courage to ask Frank for help.
After all, he saw his face. Maybe it was for the better that Frank knew him, you could say some of the weight lifted off his shoulders.
“Alright Daffiodil, I’m going to need you to stay still. Take the damn mask off and the top of your suit as well”
“Sure, whatever” he mumbled
Peter took off the parts of the suit that covered his injuries. He doesn’t want to count how many he has.
The most concerning one right now is the huge gash across his chest. It’s pretty deep and won’t heal as fast even with his super healing.
“Okay kid, that definitely will need stitches so hold still because my hands are not as steady as they used to be”
He hissed and he felt the cold needle piercing his skin, he went through worse but it still hurt as hell. Sitting through this afoul experience isn’t his favorite time.
He let Frank take care of his wounds, he knew not to argue about anything the man was offered. Even the weird looking chili, wich was not that bad. But don’t tell anyone he said that.
After cleaning his wounds Peter made his way to the shower. He reeked, he knew AND smelled that.
Catching the towel and spare clothes Frank threw at him. A sigh escaped his mouth just as he closed the bathroom door.
He undressed as he made his way into the small shower, multiple thoughts that flooded his mind disappeared.
The warm water was pouring down on his injured body, as he tried not to whine at the pain coming from it. Right now the only thing he wanted to do was to got to sleep.
Surely Frank won’t mind him if he sleeps on the couch, right? Well he sure hopes so because he is not in the shape or form to even go back to his apartment.
“Hey Frank do you mind if I just crash this night at your place?”Peter asked as she sat on the couch.
“Yeah sure, do whatever. Just remember not to touch anything” The older man warned the boy.
“Thanks man, you still owe me though”
“Yeah, of course I fucking do. Fucking bullshit”
The man mumbled under his nose. Of course the boy heard it, he hears everything.
Peter made himself ‘comfortable’ on the couch, his hand dangling to the floor and feet almost falling off. It was slimmer then Peter expected it to be, he wasn’t complaining though.
At the corner of his eye he saw frank putting the med kit away, at the other end of the room he hear the slow and quiet buzzing of the fridge.
Trying to relax after today’s activity, the boy fell into the deep slumber of sleep thanks to the small sounds around him that calmed him enough for a good night.