Apathy - Avengers Fanfiction

Healed

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Ophelia looked down in horror, she had actually stabbed Spiderman! On one hand she was impressed with herself. She'd expected Spiderman to be harder to stab, whether that be because his suit was reinforced or his weird reflexes would dodge it but no, her stolen knife cut into his abdomen with no issue.

Dropping the bloodied knife the girl leaned down, examining the gash as the boy seemed to have lost consciousness. Glancing at his masked face she let out a huff, it'd be so easy to reveal the hero now, though Ophelia wasn't to keen on seeing the face of the person she'd just stabbed.

Speaking of, she'd really just stabbed a hero! Would he die? The girl swallowed at the thought, she definitely didn't want Spiderman's death on her conscious. Who would? Besides villains of course, if those even existed.

With a glance down the alley a sigh sounded from Ophelia, a grunt coming from the supposed teenager laying by her feet. No, she definitely didn't want this kid's death to be her fault.

Reluctantly she took off her gloves and pressed her cold hands to the open wound, closing her eyes with yet another sigh from her lungs. As her hands began tingling with magic Ophelia felt a dull pain in her side, located in the same space as his cut.

Her eyebrows knitted together as the pain grew the more she healed, this had never happened before. To be fair she'd never healed an injury of this level, or maybe it was her inexperience that caused the pain? It wasn't often she healed something other than herself, in fact it'd only happened once before and it hadn't even worked then.

Feeling smooth skin beneath her fingertips Ophelia opened her eyes, letting out a small breath as she pulled her hands away to see the wound was gone. The only way you could tell anything had happened was the blood that was still smeared over his skin and suit.

She looked down at her own abdomen, lifting her shirt slightly and blinked with surprise. A cut similar to the one he had was now spread over her side, though it wasn't as big or serious of a wound.

As the kid began to stir Ophelia stood back up, groaning at the new pain. Before he could fully regain consciousness the girl jogged away from the scene as quickly as she could, holding the new injury with her hands that somehow escaped the blood and were completely clean.

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Peter's head seemed to be spinning, he could hardly feel the ground beneath him. One thing he did notice was cold hands presses against his side. The area beneath was tingling uncomfortably, like an itch that needed to be scratched but wouldn't stop itching.

He tried to bring his hand up but couldn't, he couldn't move at all. A deep breath pushed out of his jaws as the hands were removed, the sound of rushed footsteps fading away reaching his ears.

Peter tried to move his toes and, to his relief they actually moved. He'd never been so happy to move his toes! Carefully he moved to his knees, pulling his mask off in the process.

He noticed blood smeared over his suit and narrowed his eyes with confusion. He didn't feel any pain, why would he be bleeding?

Pressing a button near the middle of his suit it almost deflated off of him. Peter pealed it off of him, thankfully having a t-shirt and tight sweatpants beneath. Lifting his shirt he noticed a large scabbed over wound on his side, huffing slightly as he ran his fingers over it carefully.

He leaned against the wall of one of the buildings forming the alley with a shake of his head. Closing his eyes Peter tried to recount what happened before he'd lost consciousness.

He'd been alerting about a drugstore setting off the alarm, claiming someone had robbed them and fired a gun. Outside the store was a black duffel bag, discarded rather carelessly by the thief. Peter called up the police and told them to take the bag as evidence and said he was going to go searching for the criminal as they couldn't of gone far.

Running on top the rooftops he found the culprit rather easily and confronted them. Fast forwards a bit she tried to run, he stopped her, and.. did she have a knife?

He let out another but much louder huff. Looking down at the ground he saw a bloodied knife laying on the concrete that he somehow managed not to see. Damn he needed to pay better attention.

Taking out his phone he dialed a number quickly leaning forwards and picking up the knife delicately, like it was going to explode.

"Hey Happy! Sorry to bother but could you come pick me up? I was dealing with a case and.. Well I think I might've been stabbed. What? No I'm not joking! Just come please."

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