Peter Parker: Wrong Number AU

Chapter 1

Peter:

Mj

Mj

Mj

Helloooo?

Do you know where Ned left the first aid kit?

Mj?

I'm bleeding out here!

Michelle Jones?!?!?

?????

Who is this, and how did you get my number?

I'm not MJ, kid.

Peter:

Omgosh, I am so sorry!

I was trying to text my friend!

Btw, do you know how to apply a bandage single handedly?

?????

I don't even think I want to know.

Just try and hold the gauze pad in place while you tape it down with medical tape.

Back to the topic: Who are you?

Peter:

*gasp* Who are you?

Are you a pedo?

/(-.-)/

?????

No, kid, I'm not a pedo!

What is that face?

Peter:

An emoticon?

Uncultured person.

?????

I have to go kid. You should too.

Peter:

Ok. Goodbye mystery person!

Peter's Pov:

I set my phone down. This person was fun to talk to. While I hoped that I wasn't being stalked, I could not wipe the smile off my face as I slid into bed, Steeb curling up next to me.

(Author's Note: Just to make it clear Steeb is a fluffy golden retriever. Not in any way, shape, or form the star-spangled man with a plan.)

That morning, I knew I was in trouble. I overslept my alarm, and had 10 minutes to get to school. As I ran out of my bedroom, I heard the sound of breaking glass. I decided to sprint through the living room, but that didn't stop a beer bottle from getting chucked at my back. You see, my Aunt May is away on a business excursion for 6 months. In that time, Derek, her asshole of a boyfriend, took over the apartment. I didn't have time to ponder this as I sprinted to my school, Midtown High. The bell just rang as I sat down. I sighed and slumped down as the teacher droned on, ignoring the spitballs and papers thrown my way. Welcome to my daily life, aka, Hell!