Spidey and the Wolf

Welp... where am I???

a/n: hehe sorry for not updating for like over a week I think? I'm not sure, anyways when i had planned out the rest of the book I did not expect this chapter. But then i was writing the chapter before this, and I was like, "this would be fun and cool to write!!". So yeah, I don't know where I'm going with this but the by the time you read this, I'll have figured it out. Hopefully.....

P.S. again meme above has nothing to do with chapter.

Enjoy! ;)

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Previously:

Tony himself had been up all night, coffee had been his best friend, and he had used every single piece of machinery he owned, and some he hacked, to try to find Peter. But none of the satellites came up with anything.

Then a sudden thought struck him that made shivers run down his spine. 

What if Peter wasn't even in this world?

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Muffled voices reached his ears...

A blinding pain in his head....

A screeching siren noise...

Slowly he started to be able to make out the voices and he opened his eyes slowly, squinting at the bright light.

His body still hurts, and the burns are still there, but he guessed he must have overexerted himself and combined with the panic attack he had, that's why he passed out.

Worry runs through hi as he wonders how lydia and Stiles are.

They must have gotten out... right?

I mean... I made it out alive, and i passed out on them so if I'm alive they must be too.

He feels guilty at the thought of passing out on them and making them carry him out.

Shaking his head to try and clear his mind and focus, he looked up at a white ceiling and for a moment wondered if it was all a dream.

Then he registered the sound of police sirens and the fact that he was being jolted around.

It clicked.

He was in an ambulance.

Going to a hospital. Where they would help him and give him med-

They were going to give him medication!!?! They would see that it had no effect on him, and then they'd see his blood and send him off to a lab to be studied and experimented on and he would never see the light of day again and he would die all alone an-

He cut himself off.

Took a few deep breaths.

He'd get out of this. He'd be fine. He'd find a way to get out of here, find Lydia and Stiles, -again-, and get back to Tony, Ned, and...

his thoughts falter.

Mj.

Just the thought of her alone sent tears to his eyes. He hasn't even been apart from her that long but it feels like an eternity. What he would give to see her right here, right now, unharmed and happy, there were no limits. He didn't even know if she was alright. Sure she wasn't in the room when the bomb went off, but she still could've been close. Erebus could still have her somewhere.

All this goes through his mind in a moment and with a renewed sense of determination he glances around himself at his surroundings. There's a nurse beside him, gazing at the machines he hooked up to, and occasionally marking something down on a clipboard beside her.

Well, I seem to at least not be dying if she's not even really paying attention to me.

The nurse then, -as if summoned by his thoughts- turns to look at him, concern in her eyes as she gives him a comforting smile.

She then proceeds to have him do several tests, such as follow her finger with his yes, and touch his nose, and if he was feeling any dizziness of sorts. She then had him tell her his name and age and all that.

He makes it all up. For all she knows, he's Tom Holland and he's eighteen years old. He chooses eighteen for two reasons. One, he doesn't look older enough for nineteen or twenty, saying he's eighteen is already stretching it. And secondly, he doesn't want the hospital to have to call his parents and if hes eighteen then they don't legally have to. (a/n: I don't actually know what the legal laws are surrounding this, but just go with it pls ;))

The most awkward questions of all were the ones about what he was wearing and how he had gotten the burns. He first told her that he had been at a convention for Spider-man, -she looked confused but whatever- when he was kidnapped by a man -he made sure not to mention Lydia and Stiles because he didn't know if they had been seen leaving the building- and that secondly the burns were from him tripping and falling onto a grill. She didn't seem very impressed with his story, but promised to treat his burns when they arrived at the hospital.

Several minutes later they did, and besides his protesting saying he could walk, she and some other doctors and nurses wheeled him out of the ambulance. He had to admit it was kinda fun.

He was rushed inside and wheeled into another room, strongly smelling of rubbing alcohol and transferred to another bed, where he was hooked up to another IV, along with a few other machines. The kind nurse from the ambulance tells him she'll be right back then leaves.

Peter immediately takes his chance and disconnects all the machines as quick as he can, and as soon as he does one of them flatlines and he sprints, pushing himself to his limit not even caring anymore out of his room and down the hallways and to the exit, - as he was being pushed on the stretcher he had payed attention to which directions they went, and made a mental map in his mind on how to get back- bursting out of the hospital.

Gazing around him, his jaw dropped.

This wasn't New York.

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a/n: hi again, and make sure to tell me what you think and if i made any mistakes, also comment please because it gives me motivation to write!! Lol ;) Cya next time!! (1,019 words) I know this one was shorter the next one will be longer ;)

VERY IMPORTANT PLS READ:

I realized the title of this book is very boring and not even really a title. I don't know what I was thinking so please help me and my uncreative mind and give suggestions for a title. I will then ask you guys to vote on which one you like best on the next chapter. Thanks!!! ;)