"Hey, someone call an ambulance!" he called out before focusing on her. "It's alright, miss. I'm sorry you got shot, but it'll be okay. Paramedics are on their way."
This is my fault. I let her get hurt. I should've just webbed the guy's gun to the wall, but I didn't and it went off and now someone's hurt and it's my fault.
Peter ran outside, swinging away. The building felt suffocating and he felt like he couldn't breathe. By the time he swung to a hidden, abandoned alley, he was sucking in deep breaths, but to no avail.
Tugging his mask off, he pulled out his phone. He hadn't had a panic attack in months.
Tears blurred his vision as he started texting Anthony. He didn't know what to do and didn't want to bother Ned. He'd hoped Anthony would know.
Peter
Hey Anthony what do you do when you have a panic attck
Because I don't knwo what to do and I can't breathe and I havnt had one in a while
Anthony
It's okay, kid. You need to distract yourself. Why don't you describe the room you're in to me?
Peter
I'm not in a room
Anthony
Where are you?
Peter
In some random alleyway
Anthony
Why, kid??
Peter
I'm trusting you're not a murderer or kidnapper so I'll tell yuo I'm homeless
Anthony
What?!
Why didn't you tell me you're homeless?
Peter
Because stranger danger
And you'll either call the cops or try to find me or something and you cant
And even if you try to help, you can't because stranger danger
Anthony
So you're saying there's absolutely nothing I can do to help you in any way?
Peter
...yeah
Anthony
Well did I at least help with your panic attack?
Peter
Yeah I think so. Thanks Anthony
Anthony
It's no problem, kid.
Why'd you get one anyway?
Peter
uhhh it's a secret?
But still, thanks for helping me
Anthony
Fine. Look, I have to go to a boring meeting.
Stay out of trouble. I don't want to have to track you to make sure okay.
Bye kid.
Peter
First of all if you track me I won't hesitate to drop my phone and run away
But bye
Peter took a deep breath once he set his phone down, pulled his mask back on, and stood up, although he just swung back to Queens where his backpack was. He couldn't make himself go back out on patrol tonight.
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Hayran KurguPeter Parker was dead, and he was okay with that. He had his new identity and his new life ahead of him. That was until he texted the wrong number. Extended summary inside. There's a prequel for this story! Of course, this was published first, but t...
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