Wrong number :/~~Spider-Man

Llama

"Spider-Man?" She spoke cautiously, unsure wether to try and help him up or asses his damage.

He did not look good.

She ended up deciding on the latter, first looking at his back for any open wounds. It was hard to tell with the red of the suit, but feeling around worked fine. Most of the dampness was just sweat. Knowing this, she found it safe to roll him over on his back. The.. vigilante (She wasn't sure what to call him) didn't protest while she looked over him, begging there not to be a ton of blood.

Her mom worked at a hospital, everyone knew that. But that doesn't mean her mom is going to go and give MJ a degree in medical advancements or whatever those were called. She only knew as far as stitching and disinfecting went, only a few methods at that. To say she was panicking wasn't too far from the truth.

"Okay okay okay cool cool okay cool alright uh" she frantically shook her hands in preparation, "alright Spiderman sir, uh, I don't know why you're here or anything but I'm going to have to have you take of your shirt and mask" she spoke quickly, not liking the idea of basically forcing the hero to both reveal his identity and his chest, but MJ really couldn't do much to help if he didn't.

"M'kay" he whispered, arms reaching up for the rest of his mask.

"Wait!" She shouted "we need to get you out of my room and into the bathtub first. We can't get any messes on my floor and I'm not allowed to have sewing needles in here because of last time" she stood up and reach for his hand as she spoke, dragging him up.

Peter grunted as weight returned to his ankle, but they could deal with that later. Michelle set him down softly into the tub, dusting off her hands as she left to go get the necessary supplies.

"Just go ahead and start getting those rags off, they're dirty and need a wash" she yelled out to him while she dug into the cabinets.

All Peter had underneath here was volleyball shorts someone left in his locker once. Sure, it was embarrassing, but he never wanted to be in a situation where it was just underwear. Smart boyo.

Deciding for the worst first, he sat up and peeled off the larger portion of his suit. It took the entire time Michelle was gone just to pull it down to his legs. She walked back in to see a half naked stranger lying in her bathtub, and while he looked fit, the scarred flesh littering his torso brought out just how unhealthy whoever this man was living.

"Okay, I'll do your face last. I know you probably don't want a stranger knowing in the first place " she said plainly, really trying to keep her cool with a shirtless and breathless celebrity in her room.

I mean, it's not a big deal right?? He probably got hurt nearby and just went to the nearest place. MJ knew just enough to get him up and walking, whoever he was, and he didn't seem uncomfortable around her so what was the big deal? Nothing, exactly. No reason to freak out. She did worry about the lack of concern he had about her finding out his identity.

"How often do you have to be out to get marks like these?!?" She exclaimed, fingers tracing over what looked to be bruises in the form of hand marks on his shoulders, resembling a wild animal attack.

"Nah, those weren't from patrol" his eyes were closed, but Peter's hair stood on end as Michelle examined the purple and red skin.

Michelle didn't take Spiderman as a BDSM kind of guy, but to each their own I guess.

"So you've got a date then? Boy or girl?" MJ tried striking conversation, hoping to distract him from what was about to be an attack of safety with cleaning supplies for his wounds.

He hissed in pain when the bubbles started forming over the cuts, hydrogen peroxide "No, personal crap" he managed out, really not wanting MJ to think he was out doing.. that kind of stuff. The burning sensation made it hard to talk though.

"Oh!" She turned red "I didn't mean to assume, they just looked.." Michelle didn't want to say 'painful' because no durr they're gonna hurt "they looked like you didn't struggle against them" she decided.

And it was true. When visiting her mom's work, every fight victim's bruises had some sort of drag along the impact zone. At least with shoving and gripping. She couldn't call herself an expert, but this definitely wasn't from a two-way fight.

"Uh.." Peter didn't really know what to say now. MJ was strong enough that he doubted her parents would try to help him like May. Plus, she had weapons for that, not hand to hand combat.

"Don't worry about it" he brushed it off, jolting a bit when she patted one of the bandages.

"Sorry!" She cringed, curling her fingers back and sucking in.

"It's all good" he took a deep breath, then released it quickly "yeah it's all good, you can keep going".

"So.. Spiderman, why'd you come here?" Michelle questioned, returning her focus back to the smaller cuts along his arm.

They looked like glass shards..

"T's the only place I could think of" Even without being able to see his eyes, MJ could tell they were closed.

Why would this be the only place?? That sounded stalkerish.. and.. well, weird.

A few awkward moments passed, MJ had Spiderman sit up to look at his back, cleaned that up, and ran downstairs to a brace for his foot.

"Normal medicine won't work for you, right? If you're healing faster then you'll need a higher dose" she muttered, pouring a handful of unfamiliar pills into her palm.

"Basically, yeah. Dunno though, never tried" Peter looked over the bandage on his hand, impressed at how precisely she tore the tapes.

"How long have you been like this? And you've never tried?" She passed him 6 or so pills, normally only giving two.

He dry swallowed them, shaking his head. MJ let out an exhausted sigh. Reckless, much like someone else she knew.

"Well.. if you want me to get the rest, I'm going to have to see your face" she explained, holding up a packet of band-aids.

"If I do.. don't freak out?" The spider in the tub was having enough trouble moving, but he had his hands on the ready to pull up the mask.

"Hold on!" She shouted, quickly taking a deep breath and shaking her head, hair bouncing as she did so. "Okay, now"

Peter slipped the mask off, a fearful smile on his busted lip.

"Hey MJ" he said quietly, dropping the mask in his lap.

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Am doing better, did have more drink. Dunno about sleep yet because they are yet to take me down. Food wise though, I had a box of macaroni and a slice of pizza with corn. Almost threw up but so did my dog, I'm not holding that against her. (Dunno why I'm telling u this tho >:/ )

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If you don't have a fantastic week, I'm spreading mayonnaise all over your phone or laptop 😊💛✨

Sincerely, this sexy and tired beast

(Also yes, I DID do another chapter in the same week. I know that I'm awesome, but you guys fuel me with your mind blowing amazingness)