Peter Parker Imagines Book

Peach Scone [SongFic]

AN: Hey it's the 50th Chapter! In my book, that's a milestone. Originally, I was going to have the 50th be one of the multiple unplanned sequels, but then I didn't want it to seem any more special than any of the other ones, since I've been pretty excited about reaching 50 chapters. So instead, as the title states, I'm writing the first song fic of this book. The chapter is heavily inspired by the song Peach Scone by Hobo Johnson, although I've definitely changed a few things to accommodate the idea I had a little better. Writing song fics have been circulating in my brain for a while now, and I would love to write more because a lot of songs can tell really good stories, so be sure to either drop a song at the end of this chapter or on the Requests Chapter if you want more oneshots based off songs. I hope you all enjoy!!

Peter Parker was a big fan of believing he could learn something new every day. Because most days he did. Like how in the battle he just came from, he learned not to taunt Lizard too much because the dude would most definitely not hesitate to stab a claw through his side.

Sneaking into a hospital as Spider-Man might not have been the best idea, but Peter was trying to keep his blood inside his body where it belonged and he wouldn't be able to do that without help. While he was pretty good at hiding most injuries from his aunt May- having spent a moderate amount of time poring over her medical books in the dark-even Peter was having trouble stopping the three puncture wounds on his side from bleeding out on his own.

He did wonder whether he would have been better off at least attempting to fix himself up on his own after he nearly gave his aunt two subsequent heart attacks - the first being when he had called her in a rush telling her to find an empty room and open the widow for him without telling her why and sounding like he was on the brink of death, and the second being when she saw the damage that had been done to her nephew and the pain he was in - followed closely after by the most worried induced lecture he had ever received in his life.

It had been worth it though, because not only did May clean him up and give him perfect stitches, but she gave him numbing medicine which was sure as a hell lot better than when Peter propped himself up in their apartment bathroom and sewed himself back together with the emergency first aid kit needle and wire with only the bathroom mirror to aid him. Definitely saved him the majority of the winces and grimaces of pain and the trouble of having to clean up blood on the bathroom sink before May woke up and found the mess.

He definitely had to thank his superhero of an aunt once they both got back home. Maybe he'd make her something to eat too.

Peter pulled his shirt over his head after inspecting the bandage on his side. He could feel the wounds were already healing nicely courtesy of his freaky spider healing and they hurt a substantial amount less than before. He could walk around without any pain, and that was good for blending in without arousing any suspicion that someone such as himself - a dorky teenage boy - could be anyone more than that even if it was true.

He was also grateful for the emergency outfits May had stashed in her car so he wouldn't be roaming the hospital in nothing but his blue checkered boxers.

Peter collapsed into the waiting room chair with a sigh, squeezing his eyes shut for some kind of relief from the blinking white lights and he pushed his hair away from his face.