twisted | peter parker

chapter five

peter parker

I should have never trusted her when she knew the back entrance to her apartment more than the front entrance.

"Hurry up," she whispered closing the door leading us into the hallway of the apartment.

"I can barely walk," I whispered back holding my stomach in pain.

"Carolina?" A woman called from a distance. "Is that you?"

Before I placed my two feet on the ground, she shoved me into a room and stood outside of the door, answering the question. I quickly grabbed onto the wall to regain my balance, causing me to turn on the lights accidentally.

This was her room. I knew it had to be. It was huge. It had to be bigger than Aunt May's kitchen. It was clean and barely felt like it had been lived in. I suddenly remembered Carolina had just come to New York a few days ago.

I glanced toward her desk and saw our physics homework on top of it. The entire thing was wrong. She was using the wrong equations for the different questions. I chuckled, not understanding how she could destroy me in Astromony entirely but could not do basic Physics equations.

She entered her room and took in a breath.

"You know, these are all wrong," I said, seeing her push her curls behind her ears.

"Of course they are," she replied sarcastically. She passed me and approached her bathroom, making me follow her slowly.

Carolina pulled out a kit from the sink, and I felt weak. I was losing a lot of blood. I had never had this deep cut before. I think about the Vulture and how I never lost this much blood when I fought him. I reached for the sink, trying to regain my balance.

I felt two hands on my shoulders.

"Hey, Spidey. You good?" Carolina asked, removing one of her hands to lift my head.

"I feel lightheaded," I confessed, trying to lift my head to see her.

She dropped her hands and pulled back away from me. Suddenly, I started to hear her chuckle. My eyebrows frowned when I heard her chuckle leave her mouth.

Was she laughing at me?

"Are you laughing at me?" I asked, holding my cut while pulling myself to sit on the counter.

"Yeah, I am," Carolina answered, looking through her kit.

"Why are you laughing at me?"

She stepped back and scanned my body. Carolina softly touched my suit, completely ignoring my question. I'm curious about why she was laughing at me.

"Why are you-"

"How do you take off your suit?" She asked, cutting me off while looking at me.

I blinked at her, even though she couldn't see my face. I felt my cheeks flush.

"I mean-" Carolina cleared her throat. "I have to clean your cut, but your suit is in the way."

Oh.

Oh.

"Push the spider on my chest," I replied, leaning back against the wall behind me.

I felt her hands softly touch my chest and push the spider, causing my suit to slide off of my upper body. I felt my mask loose, making me reach for my head, hoping she didn't see any of my facial features to recognize me.

I watched her gaze travel over my chest before she started to clean my cut.

"Do you know what you are doing?" I asked, blinking to stay awake.

"Yeah, my older brother used to get into fights," she answered, looking at the cut. "I would have helped him clean them."

I didn't know she had an older brother; all I knew was that she was from France, living with the Davis, and unable to understand basic Physics. I thought about what she said, my older brother used for get into fights. I wanted to ask what she meant by that, but I didn't know how to say it.

She just knows I'm a superhero, not one of her classmates.

"You are going to need stitches."

"What?" I asked, not expecting her to say that.

"The cut is too deep; that is why you are losing so much blood. I can stitch you up, but I think you should go to the doctor,"

"No, you have to," I said quickly. "I can't let Aunt–"

I stopped, forgetting that Carolina, a new student, was in front of me and not my best friend Ned.

I heard her sigh, "I think you've lost a lot of blood because you're not making sense."

I felt relief hearing her dismiss my slip. Carolina reached into her kit and grabbed the things to stitch me up.

"This might hurt," she said softly. Carolina started stitching my cut, and I slowly began to feel better as she continued to help me. My heartbeat started returning to normal, and my vision was not as fuzzy.

I looked down and realized how cleanly she had stitched my cut. I had never seen that before, a sixteen-year-old stitching a cut perfectly.

Clearing my throat, I said, "Thank you; I owe you."

Carolina shrugged her shoulders while doing a knot, "You saved me from those guys. I told you, we are even now."

I felt guilt travel up my spine. Remembering what I said to her and seeing her scared face on the floor, I regret it. I was upset after she embarrassed me at school, but she didn't deserve that.

"I'm sorry," I said, looking at her face hoping she didn't have a bruise from them.

She finished stitching my cut and looked back in her bag, unable to look at me.

"It's fine."

"No, I was an asshole."

She looked up at me and nodded, "You were kind of an asshole."

I started to chuckle at her response, "I'm sorry."

"I almost slapped you, you know?"

"I know, I almost shit my pants."

Carolina smiled; I could tell it was genuine because she had dimples. I didn't know she had dimples, and I felt a sense of warmth looking at her. She looked beautiful when she smiled at me.

"You're funny," she said, putting her stuff away. "You should be good, Spidey."

I blinked, going back into reality. "Thank you," I pause, pretending to trail off so she could tell me her name, even though I knew.

"I'm Carolina," she filled in my pause. Carolina looked up at me with her soft brown eyes and tilted head. "So if someone where to stab you again–"

"I'll come and find you," I cut her off without hesitation.

She nodded, "Exactly."

I hopped off her counter, and watched her fidget with a lipstick in her hands. My voice was small, like how I was talking to Liz a few years ago. I put my suit back on and felt it wrap around me like a blanket. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't.

Everything left my mind when she was looking at me.

She left the bathroom, which caused me to follow her. Carolina opened a window close to her bed and turned to me. "You'll be okay to swing?" She asked me softly.

I nodded at her question, "T-Thanks for stitching me back up."

She smiled back at me with dimples. "Thanks for saving my life."

I felt my body at a standstill. I forced myself to climb through the window, leaped off the building, and swung towards Queens. I felt my heart shift thinking about her. Thinking about the whole situation, there was something that I didn't understand.

Where did the knife come from?

A/N:
YEAHHHHHH I UPDATED!! my sem is almost over!!! so i plan to update a LOT soon!!
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