"OW! That's not very nice!" I said as I got stabbed by some smelly robber dude. I punched him and then webbed him up and called the police so they knew where to find him. I looked down at my right side and saw that there was a knife sticking out of my side. Oh how nice. What a way to end my Wednesday night.
I swung back to the apartment because I knew Aunt May was out until really late, like two in the morning late, since she was doing a night shift.
I swung into the bathroom and looked back down to my side. There was blood dripping down so I knew I had to patch that up quickly. I took the knife out and all of a sudden there was just a bunch of blood pooling out of my side. I think that is supposed to happen. Right? Yeah.
I shook myself out of my thoughts before I died right on the bathroom floor. I really don't feel like telling Aunt May that I was Spider-man by dying. I walked to my bedroom and grabbed some thread and a sewing needle. I mean that is what it looked like the tools doctors use in those tv shows.
I feel like I should know this stuff. I mean my aunt is literally a nurse. Maybe that's because I never listen to her rants. I always thought that they would be useless.
I was wrong.
I looked at the bloody knife on the counter and then looked back at my bleeding side. I grabbed a cup of water and poured it on my side.
That hurt. But I shrugged it off and I grabbed the sewing needle and the thread and pierced my side.
It took my all not to scream. I quickly grabbed a towel and shoved it in my mouth so my neighbors don't think that I will be on the next episode of Criminal Minds or Law and Order: SVU.
As I stitched up my side, I thought about what I could do to protect it. Thinking about it, I have gauze from whenever I need to cover up cuts I would get on patrol.
After I was done, I wrapped my entire stomach in gauze but made sure it wasn't noticeable under a shirt. It wasn't. I then cleaned up all of the messes I made and made sure everything looks ok and not suspicious.
Once everything was done, I looked at the stove and saw that it was nearing two and since Aunt May hates when I am up this late, I decided to go to bed. I already did my homework anyways.
*Time Skip To Morning*
I woke up to May yelling that I am going to be late and she is going back to bed since she has to go in at noon. I quickly got up and I just kept what I had on.
For some reason I felt like I was forgetting something. Do I need to clean out a cut? Nah, I would feel it and besides, it would most likely be healed because of my super healing.
I shrugged my shoulders and then I grabbed my bag and an apple and rushed to the subway.
I got to school just in time so I ran to first period which was a study hall. Since I had nothing to do I grabbed a pass and headed to the band room to practice my solo that I got for our summer concert in a couple of weeks. The clarinet solo is pretty hard and there are a bunch of trills and hard high and low notes. Oh well.
*Time Skip To 2nd Period*
I went right out to the gym since I didn't need to change since I was wearing shorts and a t- shirt. I waited for Ned. Soon he came out and we waited by the bleachers for the teacher to tell us what we were doing. He soon came out and he told us it was a free day and that we just have to stay active.
Ned and I went over to the ropes and just hung out by there. I decided to climb up the rope. As I was climbing the rope, I remembered what I forgot about.
I got stabby stabbed.
I felt the stitches tear open and I gasped. I quickly got down from the rope.
"Dude what's wrong?"
"I kind of got stabbed last night and I forgot about it and I just tore my stitches open." I replied to Ned as quietly as possible.
"How do you forget about something like that!?" Ned whisper shouted.
"I don't know, ok? I just did. And I need to go to the bathroom and figure this thing out." I quickly walked to the teacher and got permission to go to the bathroom.
I quickly got to the bathroom and grabbed my first aid kit that I always kept in my backpack. I lifted my shirt up after making sure nobody else was in here and I saw that blood was starting to seep through the gauze I put on this morning. I wrapped my new gauze over the old gauze and I called it good after seeing that no blood was going to seep out. I put my shirt back down and made sure it looked ok. I ran back out and joined Ned by the ropes again.
Soon enough, the period was almost over so the teacher had us go back to the locker room and change. I just sat in the locker room on my phone and made sure my bio homework was done since I had it next period.
The bell rang and I stood up and I had to take a second since I was starting to feel a bit woozy. Woozy? That's a funny word. I walked to my bio class and I felt like I was floating. I sat down in my seat and got out my notes.
About thirty minutes into the class I saw these black dots in my vision. Dang it. I'm going to pass out again. Better go out with a bang.
"Mr. Lee, I got stabby stabbed." I laughed and then I saw black. Again. This happens a lot more than you think. But before I lost total consciousness I heard Mr. Lee say something.
"Why am I not surprised. I should make a comic about this boy." I like that man.
*Time Skip*
I woke up feeling like I was being carried. I looked up and saw my worst fear. Mr. Stark with a death glare. He must have felt me look up and he looked down. He then chuckled. I'm doomed.
"Glad to see that you're awake Peter Benjamin Parker. I can't BELIEVE that you decided to not tell anyone how you got stabbed." He started but I cut him off.
"I told Ned."
"No! This is where you zip it! The adult is talking." Mr. Stark interrupted me.
"This is where Tony Stark also zips it. Bruce and I have to fix your child." Dr. Strange came out and took me out of Mr. Stark's arms and carried me to the med bay. Before I could say anything, I passed out.
*Time Skip* (My favourite thing)
I woke up to a heart monitor and Mr. Stark grumbling about some work emails. I was really thirsty so I looked to my right and saw a glass of water. I grabbed it but I guess I was too weak and I dropped it. Water spilled and Mr. Stark looked up and sighed.
"Underoos, you're worse than Morgana." He cleaned up the water and then helped me sit up and gave me some of his water.
"Alright. Let's talk. Why didn't you tell anyone that you got hurt?"
"I didn't want to be an inconvenience. I thought I could fix it." Mr. Stark sighed and sat down next to me. I moved over a bit and I leaned on him. He ran his hands through my hair.
"Pete. You're not an inconvenience and never will be. If you get stabbed again hell even a tiny paper cut. Tell me. You don't need to fix every single problem. You're just a kid still. Understand me young man?" I nodded my head.
*Time Skip About A Week*
I was finally able to go back out on patrol so I quickly grabbed my suit and put it on.
"Good day Peter. There is a new protocol added to your suit. Would you like me to read it off to you?" Karen, my A.I. greeted me.
"Sure thing Karen. Thank you."
"This protocol states that anytime you get hurt, injuries will be immediately reported to Tony Stark. This protocol has been authorized by Tony Stark." I groaned at the new protocol.
I took my suit off and hooked it up to my computer. I then looked at the coding of the protocol and figured out how to get rid of it.
I was almost done when my screen turned red and yellow and then my computer powered off.
"Contacting Tony Stark." Karen said out loud.
"Karen no!" I slammed my head on the table. I then quickly got up and hid in my closet. I covered myself with boxes. I knew what was going to happen.
Next thing I know, I hear someone walk into the apartment that I can only assume was Mr. Stark. He must have used the key that Aunt May had given him. I then heard heavy footsteps enter my room.
"Peter Benjamin Parker. Get out of the closet this instant."
"I'm gay! There happy?!"
"Peter Benjamin Parker I am not afraid to smack you." I knew he wouldn't.
I then heard an impatient foot tap on the floor.
"I'm about thirty seconds away from calling Nat, May, and Pepper." I'm screwed. I stayed put in hope that Mr. Stark would just give up and leave. But Parker Luck™ decided to take full effect.
"Peter, I can and will drag you out of this closet if I have to." I still stayed where I was. I then heard a sigh and my closet door opening. I hear boxes move and then all of a sudden I could see Mr. Stark's face. I smiled at him. He grabbed my foot and dragged me out.
He then pointed at my bed with a stern look that I knew not to play with. I got up and sat on my bed.
"Wanna explain to me what the hell you were doing?"
"Playing hide and seek with my imaginary friend named mental health. I can never find them though. Haven't seen them in about seven years."
"Do you want me to add another week to your grounding?"
"My what?!"
"That's right. Grounding. Aunt Hottie said I could ground you if necessary. With that being said, you are already up to one week of no Spider-Man and no chocolate milk."
"NO CHOCOLATE MILK?!?!?! THAT'S HOMOPHOBIC!" Mr. Stark sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.
"Peter, every minor inconvenience that happens to you is not homophobic."
"Whatever, why am I grounded?"
"If you try and take a new protocol out, I get contacted and I ground you. It's a new protocol I added called "Protect The Baby Before Nat Kills Me" protocol.
I groaned and flopped back on my bed. This is going to be a long week.