Solangelo Oneshots

Spider-Man isnt invincible (pt. 3)

Continuation of the Spider-Man one shots! Read the others first if you have not!
: a month later, Nico comes over to Will's when he is hurt

Trigger warning: descriptions of blood and fatal injury (if it wasn't Spider-Man lmao)
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Will's pov

For someone who wanted to go into medicine, biology was the bane of my existence. The homework dragged on me like a bratty child hanging off my leg.

My back twinged, aching from leaning over my yellowed and over-doodled textbook for over an hour. My brain was working so hard I was sweating, and my skin was starting to feel greasy as I rubbed and picked at it anxiously. Cell reproduction is so annoying. Mitosis versus meiosis. I don't know either. Shut up.

From the little I could see from my window (that faced a brick wall), the sun was still in the sky at the ripe time of 6:30, and there was a crisp slice of blue spring sky if I peered up. It was such a nice day. I could have been walking around and drinking iced coffee, but no. Cytokinesis.

I groaned exaggeratedly, even though there was no one around to hear me and ask me 'what's wrong?' so I could complain without feeling guilty. One more question, and then I'd make myself dinner. My stomach, listening to my brain, gurgled.
My cooking skills weren't incredible, but I knew how to make a mean grilled cheese, and I was capable of cutting up celery and picking baby carrots out of a bag. My mom would be proud of me for eating vegetables, and probably praise me with a pat on the head. That was always nice.

I chewed my pencil as I slid onto my stomach, lower back cracking like a twig being snapped in half. I needed to keep up in this class; I only had a month and a half of grade 11 left, and these marks could possibly be seen by future colleges.

The quiet was starting to get irritating, though. I had music playing softly, but I've been home alone since 3:30, and hadn't spoken a word to anyone.
Maybe Nico would come over and help me with my homework when he was done with patrol...
That was weird to say. Nico on patrol. I've known he was Spider-Man for about a month now, but I still couldn't quite believe it, even though I've asked every question possible and seen him in the suit more than once. He looked really good in the suit. I've said it once, and I'll say it a million times.

During my distracting inner monologue concerning Nico's legs, a knock on the window sounded.

At this point I didn't flinch; I've grown used to masked boys at my window. I didn't even look over (because who else would it be? A bird?) since the window was open a crack for fresh air anyways. Nico could easily slip inside; he did it a few times a week.

I think he just gets bored on the days nothing exciting happens, because he'll slide in and sit upside down on my ceiling (like a freak) and steal things from me while I do homework, or play around with his web shooters, or do target practice with items around my room. He always leaves before my mum arrives home from work (which is easy, since she works late on weekdays) and never leaves a trace. You would never think a spider themed super hero was in our apartment.

I kicked my legs and hooked the clip of my mechanical pencil over my lip, hopefully not looking like I was thinking objectifying thoughts about my best friend,

"Come on in, Neeks, I'm not naked," I called out, snapping the clip off with a wince and writing down the answer to number 15 of 25. Ugh.

My window was sort of stiff, but Nico had superhuman strength, so I didn't worry about opening it for him. Nonetheless, it slid open much slower than normal, squeaking and dragging against old paint. Then, if that wasn't weird enough, instead of swinging in dramatically or silently hopping inside to spook me, Nico tumbled through the window and landed on the floor in a heap, like a pile of dirty laundry.