Kim Possible and Spider-Man: The Spectacular Sitch

The Thing about a Stacy's Love

STACY RESIDENCE

It was a daze-like feeling when Peter Parker first felt consciousness wash over him. His eyes were met with a bright light. After the day he had, he must have assumed it was heaven's light. Like some sort of sign that his suffering was at an end. He swore that he might have dreamed of seeing Gwen's face somewhere between the pain and this blinding light. Perhaps that's how heaven worked. Seeing your greatest desires flash before you before reaching eternal peace. A pleasant, but odd way of fulfilling your soul on your way out Peter thought to himself. He woke to silence. He realized that he was sleeping on a couch. Maybe he never made it to his bed when he got home, he thought again. His eyes were beginning to adjust to the light, and shapes were starting to turn into objects and people. White furniture was collected over a brown wood floor. Peter found that he had been sleeping on the largest couch, with two blankets over him. To his immediate left stood one of two matching chairs. This one was empty, but its twin on the opposite side of the couch was occupied.

Peter's eyes found a pair of pants with little cartoon test tubes, beakers, and atoms. As his eyes went further he found an ESU tank top leaning against the armchair. Further up, a head of flowing blonde hair and a face he had seen in his dream. His eyes went wide, and he launched himself up. Now in an upward sitting position, he inspected his surroundings. He wasn't in his house at all.

"You're awake," a voice startled him. Peter looked over his shoulder to find Gwen's father. He smiled with a gesture of his coffee mug before he took a sip.

"Captain Stacy."

"And getting better from the looks of it," the police captain added. Peter gave him a puzzled look. Stacy understood, "You nearly collapsed on the sidewalk a couple blocks down. How's your leg?"

"My... leg..." Peter reached where he felt a constriction on his right leg. A warm ice pack was the first thing he felt, and then the tightly wrapped gauze. Every memory flashed back into his mind at that moment. Swinging into the fire escape and breaking his leg in the process, the thousands of bruises, the tingle of the tasers jolting his body. He did have a terrible day. Now he was at the mercy of Captain Stacy, who had likely started forming questions in his mind about how he received these injuries.

In recent memory, Captain Stacy had seemed to act a certain way or say peculiar things to Peter; both as himself and as Spider-Man. Peter began to speculate that he knew of his secret identity. He hoped that he didn't for Gwen's sake, and even more now that he was wanted by the NYPD. The good police captain would surely abide by his duty to the public and bring down the city's biggest menace if he had the chance. Still, the captain and Spider-Man had never had an issue with each other. More times than one, they have almost acted as partners, working with an unspoken respect for one another. Not friends, or even allies, but definitely two people with similar goals.

"Pete..." Stacy muttered and Peter remembered that he had asked about his leg.

"Um... yeah. My leg," he answered uncomfortably. "I uh... I tripped on a deep crack in the road and my ankle twisted in a weird way. I fell to the ground and my body sort of fell over it." Stacy stood motionless as Peter gave his story. His eyes never drifted off the young boy. Peter felt his eyes projecting a big red label saying "LIAR" across his body.

"Sounds rough," Stacy replied. Peter felt a little relieved, but not completely. He wanted to ask his own questions, but then Gwen started stirring awake.

"Since you got here, she's never left your side," Stacy informed him. "I also called your Aunt."

Peter sighed into his hands in relief, "She must have been so worried. Thank you."

Stacy smiled. "I'll leave you two alone." Peter smiled back and Stacy retreated back into the kitchen to finish making breakfast.

"You hungry, son?"