the spider whisperer

Injured Again [chapter 19]

Peter landed in the alley way right as his partner turned the corner into the same strip. The hand holding his clothes and glasses dropped them, and his other hand pressed harder into his reopened wound. He really did hate being a hero sometimes.

"Peter," she breathed in.

Before she could think about it, she was sprinting down the alley way. He stood still at one end while she had previously been at the other. Width wise, the road was probably only a meter wide, but the length is what was impressive. The strip, from one end to the other, was probably a good 30 yards.

Peter had tears in his eyes. They weren't going to start streaming down his face, but there was definitely a whole bunch of pain there that he wanted to get rid of quickly. But then he saw her, and he knew he was fine. The pain would go away soon enough.

His arms reached out to her; his eyes looking like they belonged to that of an innocent child's. And, in a sense, Peter was just that.

"Y/n!" he was relieved.

She ran into his arms. Peter grunted at the impact, but he fully accepted her into his arms. One hand felt around her back, making sure the girl in his arms was really there. His other, which still had his mask in it, worked it's way to the back of her head where he started to press her nose into the crook of his neck.

"Are you..." her words were muffled due to the unrelenting pressure his hand was putting on her head. She wasn't complaining though, for she was just glad Peter had enough energy to make it back to her. "Are you okay?"

Peter exhaled, "Yeah, yeah." He breathed in her scent, "I'm okay now."

Then she was brought back to reality. Peter's stitches had reopened. She had been a rush to meet him there because he said he was injured. The cloud nine she was once on no longer existed. Peter was hurt, and she needed to help him again.

As if the universe wanted to worry her more, Peter's grip on her loosened substantially. She let go of him, listening to his strained attempts at breathing. Looking down at herself, she could see a small blood stain on her stomach. His blood had seeped through his suit and onto her shirt. If there was enough blood coming out of him for that to happen, then she probably shouldn't still be standing still doing nothing.

"What did you do?" she mumbled.

"Believe me," Peter rasped. His hand had went back to keeping the blood in. "If I knew, I would tell you."

With an eye roll, she started to turn around and lead the way back to her apartment. But then she heard the familiar voice of someone who was not Peter Parker, and her blood ran cold.

"Y/n?" the voice that was just a bit too deep to be Peter's called out. "What the heck are you doing here— and is that Spider-man?! You're friends with the Spider-man and you didn't even tell me?"

Before he even thought about it, Peter's head shot around so he accidentally gave Flash the full view of his face. Flash soaked in Spider-man's security identity. As Peter scrambled to pull his mask back over his head, Flash's face turned into something that was in between horror, shock, and confusion. When he wished for Spider-man to be friends with him, he didn't mean for Peter to be that friend.

"Holy shit—" Flash dropped his duffel bag to the floor. He was slightly sweaty, and he had a pair of shorts and a hoodie thrown on. Flash must've just came back from basketball practice. "Spider-man... Is Pe—"

Spider-man shot a web over Flash's mouth, "Don't announce it to the whole world!"

Flash's eyes had widened to the size of saucers at that point. He was like a doll, ready to be moved however anyone wished to push him.