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"Its fine I swears it fine, Tony just canceled because he's busy with Harley. That's fine" Pete sighed and closed the messages app, plopping himself onto his messy bed. His mind seemed to work at 1000 mile per second, normally he would go to Tony for help but he seemed to be busy. with Harley again. Peter was growing more frustrated at Tony for his behavior over the past week.
It had been the the tenth time Tony had canceled on their lab bonding days, Peter was really disappointed, but not surprised. He was getting tired of reading the same excuses every time, " sorry kid, Harley needs help with something." Or "I'm busy right now with Harley, let's do a rain check.".
It's been a whole month since the kid Tony had got help when the Mandarin Operations where still on-going, had been planned to reside with Tony and the rest of the team for an month because of his family's financial situation.
Honestly, Peter thought that he would get to have time to hang out and bond with Harley and the rest of the team, but since Tony and seemingly the whole compound decide to all agree to exclude him from their deep special social circle with Harley. Which is really fine with Peter, it's not like he's a desperate child starving and begging for attention.
He was just fine on his own time, thank you very much.
He just wishes that he can actually get to know the guy before the team or Tony interrupts their friendly bonding time. He really starting to feel annoyed around Harley because of them.
So Peter laid there in his bed, looking straight up to his ceiling fan and letting himself drown in his overbearing thoughts. The more he thought and thought, the more his room and heart grew colder and colder.
"You'll never be good enough for him.."
"He's leaving you like uncle Ben, another person who you couldn't be enough for is leaving now again…"
"You can disappear and nobody would even care or notice."
"People think you're the problem, that's why they leave you."
"You don't deserve anyone or anything."
"You'll always be alone in your sad pathetic life."
"Leave Peter, Tony has another son now. He doesn't need you or your problems to interfere with him anymore."
Peter kept repeating those tortuous words to himself, until he had finally had enough of himself.
"Goddamn it Peter, Get a damn grip on yourself for god's sake!" Peter shouted to himself inside his overflowing mind.
He just needed a breath of fresh air, so Peter decided to go on a patrol, earlier than usual. It had a little time passed since he went on his last patrol, so Peter suited up and left a quick sticky-pad note for May on the fridge's door handle, explaining what he was our doing.
Peter climbed up to the roof of his and aunt May's apartment building, and slowly descended himself in a swan-dive off the apartment's perched edges, catching himself at the last moment.
"Woooohoooo" Peter screamed as loud as he could as he rushed past humongous high-scrapers and the famous busy New York traffic, the wind serving him the pleasure of being the only noise he could make out. He undeniably favored the distractions his evening patrols served to him, separating himself from reality and his racing thoughts of life for couple of hours.
hours passed and Peter had lost himself deep into his patrolling. He had so far helped a young girl's cat come down from the tree it was stuck on, a young tourist couple navigated through the busy New York streets, and a stopped a purse snatching from a old lady, earning a hotdog as a reward for helping her.
He was perched down on his favorite abandoned building roof, he positioned himself clearly so he would see the descending sunset and ate his hotdog with his mask rolled up to his nose bridge, he let himself stay there get lost in his thoughts until the sky was almost pitch dark.
Peter pulled the mask down and propped himself up, he was getting ready to leave for home, when he heard it.
The sharp painful familiar sound of horrfid screams and glass shattering. He rapidly began to sprint towards straight to the source of the sound, his expression and being constituted of deep concentration and worry for the people who had shrieked in fear.
Peter was swinging so rapidly that his enhanced vision could only briefly see him passing the zone bordering Queens and Hell's Kitchen. But, he did not have time to spare to stop and consider to leave it to the Vigilantes of Hell's Kitchen, so he left the thought in the back of his scrambling mind.
Peter reached the source of the screams, a bank robbery in progress as Peter quietly climbed the roof of the bank. he briefly did a headcount of the robbers and victims inside.
"Karen, analyze the situation at hand" he said in a whisper of urgency, "of course Peter, there are currently three robbers threatening back the hostages with their guns, two other robbers on the far left room gathering the stacks of money on the counter from the attendant forced to exchange over the money." Karen analyzed carefully and accurately.
"Karen, help form a plan for me and quickly." Peter urgently asked the AI for help. "Peter, I would advise to firstly take out the three robbers holding the hostages before they cause harm to them. Then, quietly usher the hostages out, before taking out the men in the other room currently gathering money." Karen said in a final beat.
Peter paused for moment, considering the options he could take. He decided after a moment and started to quietly climb inside with his spidey-sense on high alert.
He do a quick re-count and finally thought out his strategy—" if I Web them all before they can hurt the hostages and alert the other robbers, that would be possible but how I am gonna do it with getting injured?" Peter questioned to himself silently, he had not choice but to dive in head straight in first.
"Aunt May is going to be so mad if she finds out I did this…." Peter mind screamed at to go back and reconsider his plan but it was too late as the robbers had already seen him swing in through the shattered glass windows.
The robbers quickly to their eyes of the hostages and all pointed their guns at Peter, "go away bug-boy or else we'll shoot your ass down" the robber yelled out to Peter—" sorry man it's kinda like my job to help people, so no can do." Peter replied back as he set himself between the hostages and robbers, acting as a human shield for them.
He raised a hand to the hostages to signal to be quiet and leave it to him.
"Guys we an still talk this through. You can still back out of this and release these innocent people back home." Peter pleaded with the lead robber he decide to call baldy, because he'd had no hair on his head.
Baldy just snorted a dry laugh in response. "Go back home to your mommy bug-boy, before you actually get hurt playing hero again." Baldy snickered.
"Unfortunately for you, I have no mother to go home to. so I guess I'll stay for the party." Peter sarcastically responded back, as he quickly shot out a web from his right wrist and grabbed all three of the guns they were aiming at him.
Peter quickly leaped in front of baldy and upper-punched him in the jaw, causing baldy to fall on the ground groaning. Then he webbed both his arms and legs together, leaving him immobile. Peter then moved onto the other Robbers in the back creeping into to him, he decided to call them chip and dale. Peter brought up his leg and back-kick chip in the crotch, then webbed him up on the ceiling top. He then blocked a punch from dale and decided on a knee-kick on the chest for him, so he leaped and use his enhanced strength to knock dale straight into the hard cement wall. he finally webbed baldy and dale together hanging upside down next to chip. He left them all in a unconscious state.
"Well guys that was fun." Peter mocked the robbers. Peter then turned around to check out the hostages injuries, before finally commanding them to call the police and go wait outside as he finished with the other two.
Then a gruff voice came behind him when Peter was helping the last hostage escape front the building.
"Hey Carl the bug boy is out here, hurry up and grab the money." The robber said as he came out of the room and aimed his pistol at Peter's back.
"Hey man, let's chill out before you shoot that thing." Peter said raising his arms trying to negotiate with the robber.
"Fine, hold on let me get this last stack of bills." "Carl" the other robber shouted out of the room. "Okay Peter, you can do this just webbed the guy up and you'll be fine."
Peter was about to web the man up when he saw in the corner of his eye a small boy hiding in the corner of the small reception counter. The other robber saw Peter turn his head slightly and followed Peter's line of site. When he saw the small boy in the corner of the counter, he sprinted towards the area of the building. before Peter could stopped him, the robber pulled the small boy out of his hiding spot and pointed his pistol at the boy's forehead. The boy started to cry and shaking in the man's tight embrace.
"Woah, woah, buddy just leave him and fight me instead." Peter pleaded desperately to the robber.
"Last chance bug-boy let me and my buddy leave and i won't shoot this boy in the head." The robber snorted out. "Okay, okay, I'll do that just release him to me okay." Pete said in a desperate attempt to negotiate with the man.
"Not until my buddy and I step a foot out of this building. Then I'll release him." The robber said in a sneer, just at the right moment "Carl" came out of the room with a duffel bag full of cash.
"Let's go, before the cops get here." Carl shouted to his partner and moved towards the back door of the building. The other robber finally released the boy to Peter and quick sprinted away towards his buddy, leaving the bank in urgency.
Peter quickly took the boy in his arms and checked him out for any injuries or bruises, "hey buddy you okay, do you have any injuries or scrapes." Peter said to the hysterical crying boy in a soothing voice.
"Hey buddy your okay, your safe now. Don't cry anymore, your safe with Spider-Man now." Peter tried desperately to comfort the boy down with his jokes and funny actions, which seemed to quiet down the boy for little bit as Peter and him swung out of the building windows.
Peter quickly handed the boy over to his panicked parents and ambulance staff.
"Gotta go hunt some guys down. I'll be back when I find them." Peter shouted out to the cops who were about to ask him about what had occurred in the robbery.
Peter had hurriedly swung out to see if he could spot the two thieves. It didn't take long for Peter's enhanced senses to spot the familiar figures of the two men running in a dirty back alley. he quietly dived forward and ended up in front of the two men. One of them decided to to take out his loaded gun and aimed at. but, before he could shoot it, Peter web it towards him and kicked him in the abdomen. Ignoring the other man Peter continued to fight again the robber trying to shoot at him with his other pistol, he was about to finish webbing up the man to the right side of the alley wall.
When his spidey sense soared to full alert, he was about to turn around and blocking the incoming shot when he saw the bullet coming straight towards his abdomen area.
He had barley had a moment to slightly turn himself so the bullet wouldn't hit his vital organs—when the bullet hit Peter saw stars in his vision and felt the hot white agonizing pain spread all across his body.
Peter bit down on his lip so hard that he tasted the familiar taste of warm copper swirling in his mouth, he pushed through his injury and kicked the gun out of the robber's hand, while also webbing him tightly with his buddy stuck in the wall.
"I'll see you guys later." Peter hissed out as he swung away and eventually crashed into a random dirty back-alley. Peter was rapidly losing blood and was seeing stars in his vision, he looked around for anything to use to stop the bleeding and decide on just pressing down on his wound with his hand.
Peter was about to lose consciousness when he heard a unfamiliar voice come from his right.
"What is a spider doing in Hell's Kitchen." The devil of Hell's kitchen said with a hint of amusement in his tone.
"Fuck, I'm so dead….." Peter would've probably apologized and gotten the hell out there if he was in his normal physique. But, since he was currently bleeding out on the hard cold floor of the dirty back-alley, he just decided he was too tired of to run out of here and passed out on the dirty alley floor……