Parley Oneshots

Gym Class / Stabbed

TW: Blood / Panic attack

Summary - Peter got stabbed in the side on patrol before school, didn't tell anyone and was forced to participate in gym class

Peter POV.

My stab wound was kinda starting to bug me, I had attempted to wrap it in bandages but I was never very good at doctor-ing.

I was mostly pissed at the mugger because it was completely unnecessary for him to shove a rusty knife in my side; especially after we had already finished fighting, and after I had won.

I was sitting in chemistry class, my head on the desk, and I was really starting to feel the blood loss. My head was throbbing; all I wanted to do was curl up in bed with Harley and sleep.

The bell soon rang, jarring me out of my little half-snooze, and nearly making fall off my chair.

I checked out my schedule only to see the worst possible word: Gym.

My eyes widened as I realised that I did not come equipped with any sort of note to excuse me from PE, and I started to panic; 'what if it's dodgeball and I get hit in the stomach?? Or what if it's literally anything that involves physical activity??'

Given the prospect of gym class, I'd say that second one had relatively high chances.

*Time Skip*

I changed into my PE uniform in the cubicle, so as to not expose my toned abs or gaping and bloody hole in my side, and headed out into the gym.

I arrived just as Coach Hedge was dividing the boys and girls for separate games of basketball.

This probably won't be too bad, I thought. I'll just have to stay in the corner and pretend to be scared of the ball or something.

I was wrong: this was very bad.

The coach announces that he only had enough bibs for the girls, and the boys would have to play Shirts vs. Skins.

If you've never heard the expression, it's rather self-explanatory: half of us would wear shirts and the others had to go half-naked. 

I internally screamed.

Praying that I would be on the shirts team; praying to every god I knew (Especially Loki and Thor), I crossed my fingers and was picked for...... YOU GUESSED IT! Skins.

Damn you, Thor.

I was hoping that I could just pretend that I was picked for shirts and stay with that team, but when the numbers were uneven, coach asked around looking for whoever was in the wrong team.

Flash was quick to speak up, "It's Penis- I mean, Parker, sir!" He pointed at me like a child and I face palmed. "He was picked for skins, but he's so embarrassed that he's so weak and skinny that he's pretending he's in that team!" Flash was way too excited about me having to take my shirt off.

Coach gave him a bit of a look that said: 'How old are you??', but he just sighed and signalled for me to join the skins team.

My eyes were wide. Everybody was waiting for me to remove my shirt, but I just couldn't expose my identity for something a stupid as gym class.

I didn't move.

The girls were also watching this go down, MJ with a hint of sympathy in her eyes, and the rest with nothing but humor and malice. (Also Ned is absent today)

Coach blew his whistle at me, "Today please, Parker." I just shook my head, taking a step back instinctively. This was when Flash saw his opportunity to step forward and yank the shirt over my head. (Lets just say for the sake of the story that Peter's Spidey senses didn't perceive Flash as a threat so they didn't go off or smtg)

Everybody gasped.

I didn't look at anyone, keeping my eyes trained determinedly on the wall, but I could feel their eyes on me, studying me. I could feel blood seeping through my bandages, and I knew by the amount of gasps that got stuck in people's throats that my amazing abs and biceps did not miraculously vanish in the last ten minutes.

Nobody spoke, they all just stared as my breathing picked up, until the gym's double doors burst open and in strutted a very worried/angry looking Ironlad.

Harley POV.

I was just tinkering in the lab, doing nothing very special when FRIDAY alerted me that Peter was having a panic attack.

I leapt up, my suit already enclosing around me as I sped to the school. "What happened, FRIDAY??" "It appears that Peter has been stabbed earlier on in the day, and his heart beat and blood pressure is now extremely high. He is having difficulty breathing."

"Shit," I cursed.

I arrived at the school within 20 seconds, after speeding through the sky at about 300 miles per hour.

Peter POV.

My hands were shaking, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think, yet I noticed EVERYTHING. The stares all pointed in my direction, repulsors in the near distance, the basketball slipping out of Jason's hands, yet nothing made sense.

I didn't even realise that my boyfriend was running towards me in his Ironlad suit, yelling my name.

I faintly heard Harley telling me to tell him 5 things that I see.

I found my voice, and managed to breathe out: "T-the court... the bleachers... the n-net... m-my shoes, and... you."

"Good, darlin', that's really good. Now how about 4 things that you hear?"

Harley was doing a great job at staying calm.

"You t-talking... you breathing, your suit... and... people whispering." He wheezed out the last word, trying to open up his lungs. It was slowly getting easier.

Harley proceeded to ask him about 3 things he could feel, and Peter replied with, "my c-clothes... my... my breathing, and... m-my bandage." The last word was extremely firm and controlled, so Harley asked, "Would it be okay if I touch you, Darlin'?" Peter gave a shaky nod and Harley enveloped him in a gentle, warm hug.

As Peter got his breathing under control, the two stayed there, embracing in the middle of a gym for over a hour while the class was escorted out.

Their peaceful moments were interrupted by none other than Thor, God of Hammers, as he flew himself through the gym walls booming in his deep tone: "You called, Man of Spiders?"

Idk I feel like the ending was kinda schist but whatever