Mix Up's

Chapter 18

A/N: Anything that is in '' is written [for example: 'pizza is tasty']

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The first thing that came back to Peter was his smell, unusually. He could smell alcohol and- what he guessed to be- chilli.

He guessed that someone was cooking, but he had no idea why it would be anywhere near him, as wouldn't he be in a hospital, especially since he could smell alcohol. He then realised that he couldn't smell the 'clean' smell of a hospital, so he couldn't help but worry where he was.

What came next what his eyesight, which made more sense- to him at least. 

Light began to seep in through his eyelids, so he slowly opens them. He blinks a few times, having to adjust to the bright- well, at least to Peter- lights in the room.

His eyes, being sour from being closed and unused for so long, he goes to move his hand up to rub his eyes.

After a few attempts, as his limbs had gone numb from lack of use, and as they were bruised and painful, he finally managed to rub his eyes. He then took the opportunity to look around him.

He was in a bedroom, it seemed. He could tell it was an adults bedroom, as it had no sort of toys or bright colours they were all rather dull, if he was honest.

Peter then spotted a clock on the wall and Peter couldn't help but wonder how he didn't know that was there before. Surely he should have heard it by now, especially with his enhanced hearing.

Maybe it's just taking a while to get sorted, Peter thinks to himself. Like the movement in my arms took a while.

As Peter continued to look around the room, he finally started to hear the telltale ticking of a clock. He smiles slightly, glad that his anxiety induced worries weren't true.

As he was looking towards the other end of the room, where the door was located, he saw someone entering. Peter tensed, as he had forgotten someone else would be there. The realisation of his mask not being on his face when he rubbed his eye suddenly hit him like a train, and his eyes widen in horror.

Someone knew his identity- that wasn't Ned- and they were coming into the room now. Worrisome thoughts swirled around his head, so he didn't notice the person approaching him. 

The spiderling was snapped out of his thoughts when a gentle hand was placed on his shoulder, causing him to jump slightly. The boy immediately regretted the action, pain flaring throughout his body. He bites his cheek in order to stifle a groan of pain.

The teen looks up at whoever had found out his identity, and was certainly surprised to see who it was.

"Mister Criminal?" Peter asks- well, he tries to, at least. Peter's eyes widen when nothing, no noise, comes out of his mouth. Peter begins to panic more, trying to move, causing more pain to flair up inside him.

The dark skinned man gently holds him down, while saying, "Calm down, kid. You'll only hurt yourself more, it wont get you anywhere."

Peter stops moving and looks up at the man, tears in his eyes, so overwhelmed by the whole situation. The man sighs and takes a glass of water from the bedside table and holds it for Peter to take a sip from. Once Peter had, he puts it back down and then sits on a chair that had been pulled up on the teen's left.

"Can you try to talk for me?" the man asks, watching him calculatingly.

"Okay," Peter says, but nothing comes out again, causing tears to gather in his eyes again.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," the man says, smoothing the teen's hair soothingly, letting him silently cry. "It'll just take a while to come back..."

Peter nuzzles- as best as he can without moving his injured body- into the comforting hand, calming down slightly. The teen whines when the hand moves away, trying to follow it, but the older says, "I'm just getting the food. I'm not going anywhere, okay?"

Peter nods in response, not bothering to even try to talk again, as he knew it wouldn't work. He watches as the man picks up a plate of chilli- so he was right about that- and he puts some on a fork, before moving it towards the spider's mouth.

The teen takes the food into his mouth and hums in appreciation at the taste. The man chuckles and says, "Glad to see you like it. My nephew likes it too. Say's it's the only thing I can cook, the little shit." Peter chuckles and then his eyes light up at the idea of a young boy, causing the man to smile. The man then says, "That reminds me actually. Miles, my nephew, has been staying in by your side most of the time, and he said he couldn't wait to meet you, properly."

Peter looks up at him with big wide eyes, his mouth half open. He goes to say something, then stops himself, realising he couldn't. The man recognises this and he says, as he hands over a pen and notebook, "Here."

Peter smiles and slowly writes a note, before handing it back. The note read: 'When can I meet him?'

The man's smile widens and he responds, "You can tomorrow. It's late now, and he's at his parent's right now."

Peter nods then makes grabby moves at the notepad, which was then handed back to him. He writes, 'I can't wait to meet him!'

He hands it back and grins at the older, who chuckles and shakes his head. The man then looks back at him and says, "You know, I'd have though you'd be less trusting after what happened, and because I'm a criminal."

Peter quickly grabs the notepad back and starts scribbling down, 'I trust you because you've helped me heal and because even though I was a vigilante, you helped me with Vulture, so you're nephew was safe, and you helped me when I was injured- by the Avengers.'

He quickly stuff it in the man's hand and looks at him with a stern expression. The spider watches as a small smile spreads across his face, before he smiles widely at the teen. He holds a hand out and he says, "It's nice to meet you, Spider-kid. I'm Aaron Davis."

Peter takes the man's hand with a pout on his face from the stupid nickname. He then takes the notepad and responds, 'Nice to meet you too, Aaron. My name's Peter Parker, or as you call me (which isn't true D:<) Spider-kid.'

Aaron chuckles and says, "Good to meet you kid. Now, let's get some food down you. It's been a long week for your body."

'A WEEK?!'

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