Jumping my way to my place, I manage to keep trace of Peter's, who was making his way to the middle oh the city.
I should be there before he arrives.
I must make it before him.
Oh Peter Parker, little do you know how ae are having a very fun race at the moment.
I'm almost there, however.
Stumbling throughout the familiar shops of the neighborhood, I try to convince myself that I'm nearly there.
The sound of the car honks rings in my ear as I run at my fastest towards my place.
After the incident that took place a bunch of a minutes ago, I have no energy left to teleport myself.
The stinging feeling in my thigh wasn't helping me win the race either.
I am almost here, yep.
I continue with the sprinting across the similar cafes and shops, throwing apologies at the people I was stumbling across.
I push my way towards the entrance of the apartment I had settled in, making my way quickly on the stairs.
The door to my place. There it is.
It was closed for a second, then forcefully pushed open for a while, then shut again.
"Phew" I mutter to myself, as my back glides down across the surface of the closed door.
A heavy pant escapes my lips, and I wince as I touch the area above my thigh, which was now covered in blood.
I put in the effort for another few steps to the bathroom mirror, in order to clean myself up.
Looking at my own reflection, I definitely did not expect to see green handmarks around the bare skin of my neck.
Another sigh fills in the air around me, as I struggle by searching for something that could cover up the colored marks on me.
It was all alright and calm, before I suddenly hear the window of my room opening.
Shit shit shit.
"Peeeeter" I cry out from the bathroom, as I give myself the fakest smile on the mirror and lock the bathroom door.
My hands search for the closest bunch of clean tissues on the counter, as I wipe the blood off my leg.
I could heal it if I focus.
But the problem is that I have to keep a conversation going with Peter from within the bathroom.
"Guess who got caught drawing on the wall of an old arcade!" I exclaim, laughing to myself.
I place my hands on my injury, and focus in my senses at the pain for a few moments.
The tissues that were once clean and white were now boiling with red, and I huff, throwing them in the garbage can.
A chuckle replies to my rants, and I smile to myself as I recognize it as the voice I've been wanting to hear since the morning.
Done with my thigh, I open the tap and splash some water across my leg, cleaning up the bloodied area surrounding.
"Hey Peter" I then call to him. "Guess what also happened today"
I am trying to distract Peter, as I quickly cover up my neck with a bunch of whispers and mumbles.
"I might have aggressively poked someone with a knife"
I take a deep breath as I put on a pair of shorts and unlock the door, finally making my way to my room where Peter is supposed to be.
"I know right! It was so -"
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𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 | peter parker
Фанфіки/ɪˈfɛm(ə)r(ə)l,ɪˈfiːm(ə)r(ə)l/ ❝ sometimes, forever is just ephemeral ❞ 【peter three】 【𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍】 【𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐍𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄】 started :: 29.12.2021 finished :: 15.5.2022