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i-i was just...nicked

TW: blood, stab wounds and mention of gun shots.

Despite Peter's claims of being completely fine, he was not.

He had been stabbed while walking to school, because he found a situation that Spider-Man had to take care of. Being himself, Peter dismissed the wound and only put bandage over it after cleaning it a little.

The problem? The bandage was still visible as it was on his shoulder. Now, if you had been stabbed on your way to school, what you considered a problem probably would have been the stab wound itself, not the bandage showing. But, again, it is Peter we are talking about.

He resolved that putting a sweater over his shirt would do the trick until he healed, but he decided to ignore the fact that the poor medical attention he had given his injury would cause a (relatively) slow healing process.

Peter finally arrived to school, though ten minutes late, and entered the math classroom. The teacher, Mrs. Williams, was fast to scold him for his tardiness and gave them all a lecture about the importance of punctuality for a quarter of the class.

When she finally continued teaching her subject, everyone zoned out. That was until Betty screeched.

Everyone snapped back into attention and searched the classroom for the source of her terror, including Peter.

The young hero was worried for his classmates safety all the time, believing his alter ego to put them in constant danger from enemies. He wasn't expecting, though, to find them all staring at him in horror after Betty's scream.

"What?" he asked, turning around to make sure they were actually looking at him.

"Mr. Parker..." the teacher started off insecure, "is that blood on your shoulder?" The tone in her voice made it obvious that she was trying to stay calm and in control, but she was worried, scared and confused.

Peter looked down at his left shoulder, not noticing anything out of the ordinary. He then looked at his right shoulder and saw that there was, in fact, blood leaking through his sweater.

"Oh, man, I liked this sweater," he complained. He then proceeded to take off said sweater and then his tee shirt, which was also covered in the red substance.

He not so carefully unwrapped the bloodied bandage and exposed the stab wound for all to see. He groaned in annoyance.

Peter then shuffled through his backpack and took out a first aid kit.

"Peter," the teacher interrupted his search for cottons to clean the wound, "what happened?"

"Nothing. Just... let me get this cleaned. Continue with the class."

"No, Peter. I need to know what happened and why you didn't look for medical attention as soon as possible," she continued scolding him with a panicked expression on her face. Just as she finished saying this and Peter found the cotton, Cindy entered the classroom with the nurse following suit. Mrs. Williams had ordered her to do so when she saw how much blood Peter had lost, but said boy hadn't noticed the girl slipping out.

"You need to call his guardian, this is one serious injury. We won't be able to deal with it at the school nursery." The nurse approached Peter with her own first aid kit and discarded the cotton Peter had used, as it was already soaking with blood. She applied pressure.

"Ned, give me Peter's phone please. We need to make this fast," Mrs. Williams demanded, and Ned was quick to comply. He unlocked the phone and gave it to the teacher, who called one of the two emergency contacts in spite of Peter's pleas to ignore his situation.

"Peter? Shouldn't you be in class? Is everything alright?" a voice through the other side of the phone spoke.

"This is his teacher talking. Peter arrived to school with what appears to be a stab wound and is currently being treated by the nurse, but we will need his guardian's permission to take him to a hospital and continue the procedure safely-" she never ended her sentence, as a command was yelled by the man on the phone.

"Friday, activate hologram mode!"

"Karen, don't!" Peter shouted, as he had been listening in to their conversation with his super hearing.

"I'm sorry, Peter, but he has the authority to override your commands," an unknown female voice said.

Suddenly, Peter's seemingly old phone started projecting the live image of Tony Stark in his lab, but what called everyone's attention was the concern shown on his usually expressionless face.

"Peter! We talked about this!" Peter sighed and massaged his temple with his right hand. The nurse grabbed his hand carefully but firmly and put it back down, continuing putting on a new bandage.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. If I ever get stabbed and/or shot, I must call you or Aunt May." The careless statement shocked the class even more than the fact that Peter actually had a relationship with the billionaire. How often did he get stabbed and shot? Just by seeing some of the scars in his chest, they could assume it was often.

"Exactly. Then why did you just go to school without alerting us?"

"Because I'm fine." The whole class turned to him simultaneously with incredulous looks. "i-i was just...nicked"

"No, you were not," MJ contributed.

"You're not helping!" Peter complained.

"Peter!" Tony scolded again.

The classroom's doors opened all of a sudden, surprising everyone. In came a dozen doctors.

"We'll be taking him to Stark Tower's med bay," was all said by the group leader before they put Peter in a stretcher and took him away.

"Now he's on good hands. Thanks for the call, Mrs. Teacher, he never would have called by himself." Then the hologram disappeared.

No one would ever know what happened if they hadn't been present at the moment; there was absolutely nothing to prove the situation. The bloodied sweater, tee shirt and bandage, along with Peter's personal belongings, had been taken by some of the doctors, and the blood on the floor was gone. If they ever told anyone, they wouldn't be believed.

"Damn, who would have thought he had abs?!" Abe muttered in admiration. Charles smacked him.

A/N 988 words!