A Dynamic Duet (Peter Parker X Reader)

I Didn't Die

"We had your friend Kamala Abbasi explain to your mother that you would be sleeping over at her house," Fury explained. "After what Maria had told me, it sounds like if we dropped you back into the streets right now, you'd kill yourself by trying to stop a bank robbery or God knows what. Not to mention that SHIELD believes that you will be much better getting your strength back here."

Fury really was starting to get on my nerves. I didn't want to be cooped up in that janky old hospital room! Plus, I really wanted to go see Kamala and tell her I was sorry for everything. She was probably traumatized and going to need therapy because of me.

"Do you understand?" Fury asked.

"Sorry, I zoned out at the end," I said honestly. "What were you saying?"

"If we let Spider-Man in here, do you promise not to doing anything stupid?"

That was nearly impossible. I was pretty sure we shared the same brain cell, and if we weren't being idiotic, then we just weren't ourselves.

"Yeah," I told him. "But can I have a mask or something? I don't want him to know that it's me."

Maria handed me my white mask, which was going to need a good cleaning when I got home. It was so dirty, I wouldn't have even recognized it to be white if I didn't already know how it was supposed to look. It was made of thick white plastic, with a stretchy band that I pulled back. A while back, I had cracked the bottom of it, which had grown much worse than it was earlier that day. I might need to just trash the mask in general and make a new one; a stronger one if possible.

I slid the mask on as the two SHIELD officers left. The mask smelled awful, like sweat and....well, even more sweat. At least I was able to see out of it, so that was good.

When Spider-Man came in, he immediately ran over to give me a hug. I quickly realized I never asked what got broken from the fight with Nathaniel. Quite a lot of things were broken, actually.

"Broken ribs!" I managed to wheeze.

"Oh shoot, I totally forgot!" Spider-Man said, letting go and sitting on the hospital bed with me. "How are you doing, by the way?"

"I want death."

"So normal then, that's good," he said with a sigh of relief. "When are they gonna release you?"

"Not today," I told him. "The guy who just visited me was being a real prick about it. He said he doesn't trust me to manage on my own."

"Did he really say that?"

"No, but he basically said it," I said, feeling a bit guilty for stretching the truth. "Hey, how come you weren't at Liz's party on Friday night?"

"I was there!" He defended, then he understood that I was talking about him as Spider-Man. "Well, normal me was. I was there as me, not....yeah."

"It seemed like Peter really needed you to be there, though."

Spider-Man looked a bit defeated. "I had to leave early after a saw an explosion a bit aways. It took forever to get to it, too, because I couldn't swing there! Sorry."

"You shouldn't be apologizing to me!" I told him. "It was Peter who got all the crap from you not being there."

"I'll make sure to tell him sorry," Spider-Man said awkwardly, avoiding my glare.

"He left the party early, anyways," I said with a shrug. "I was really hoping to ask him something at there, too."

Spider-Man just stared at me, quietly. Him being nosy and asking me personal questions was much more trustworthy than his silence. It usually meant he was in deep thought, but the fact that he was staring at me made me uneasy.