Wrong number :/~~Spider-Man

Goat baby

"Uh.. just some basic questions. 'Play a song' and 'what's the weather'. When I asked the time, that's when I found out I needed to go. I'm sorry, May" he muttered, morbidly regretting being the one to bring it up.

"It's okay sweetie, just don't do it again. I don't like having to teach you real-world lessons like today. It's stressful on me and I nearly thought you died today" she giggled tiredly, relived she wasn't going to be on charge for murder after killing her nephew.

He nodded, afraid at his easy-going she was with the fact that she nearly killed him.

After dinner, May had to practically carry Peter back up the stairs. Peter was in so much pain that even being awake was taking a toll on the chances of him getting better. He'd snuck some toilet paper in before so now all he needed to do was use what was left of his water bottle and clean up the excess damage.

Peter was very grateful of aunt May at the moment, because if he didn't eat that pasta today, he would've gone to bed hungry and woken up without progress on healing. His only focus at the moment was getting better, because he could not go to school in the shape he was in.

About an hour later, after he'd done his best of cleaning up, Peter fell asleep on his floor. Well- more like passed out. Same same.

To be honest, sleeping was the best thing he could think of in his life, besides the "internship" of course. Not only was he not able feel the newly acquired.. uh.. markings (?) on the canvas of his body, but his mind wasn't plagued with the (pardon my French) Shit Show of his life. Don't get him wrong, Peter was grateful for all the good things in his life, like the hot meals he gets, being able to be spiderman, and his newly acquired friendship with Tony (can he call him Tony yet?), but he always felt that maybe the odds were stacked against him when it came to the battle between him and his sanity.

When morning came, he didn't bother getting up. He was surprised May let him keep his phone, but certainly wasn't going to question it. He sent a text to Ned, sighing when there was yet again no reply.

With nothing else to do than wither in crippling loneliness, he opened up Tony's contact.

Spiderboy renamed "Mr Boomer Man" to "Tiny Snark"

Tiny Snark: I see how it is, pipsqueak

Tiny Snark renamed "Spiderboy" to "Baby Goat"

Baby Goat: what does this even mean

Tiny Snark: You're a kid

Baby Goat: oh yeah real clever smart guy

Tiny Snark: yah huh, because your name is so brilliant

Tiny Snark: so what brings you around these parts, infant

Baby Goat: boredom, mostly. Also warning you my aunt is debating having me come help her with a friends moving on Monday so I might not be able to go ):

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this was untrue, Peter just didn't want to worry Tony with his limping. He also didn't trust FRIDAY enough to not spill the tea on his physical status

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Tiny Snark: that doesn't sound so fun

Tiny Snark: who're you helping?

Baby Goat: I dunno, some collage friend of hers I think, she just said to give you a heads up.

Tiny Snark: cool cool

Tiny Snark: Its a bit early isn't it?

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Peter checked the time. It was only 5AM?