It's a classical wrong number
This is actually linked with another story of mine called 'Two Demons, Two Worlds' So that's the characters you probably won't know or think wouldn't be there. Aife Fury is the name of the OC. She will pop up the most...
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A knock on Peter's apartment door made him look up from the show he was mindlessly watching on the TV. As he walked to the door he pondered who it was. May shouldn't be home till 5. Ned was not coming over. So who? He opened the door to see Agent Coulson.
Peter's parents worked for S.H.I.L.E.D. He had been in and out of S.H.I.L.E.D.his whole life. Coulson was very close with his parents so when they died Coulson was still visiting Peter. "Uncle Coulson? You normally call ahead," Peter said. "Yes, but unfortunately I'm here on official S.H.I.L.E.D. business," This piqued Peter's interest. Peter was rarely called into S.H.I.L.E.D. While they did know he was Spiderman because he had promptly freaked out when he first got his powers, he had asked to stay your friendly neighbourhood spider.
"What?" was all he got out of his shock. "It's easier to show you. Come on," And that's how Peter found himself looking into a room through a glass window. A girl wrapped in bandages lay asleep on the bed in the room. Peter had been briefed on what S.H.I.L.E.D. knew. She had no name so she was given the name Aife. She was found in a HYDRA base and based on the files they had been able to recover was a soldier since birth. Aife was trained and tortured. Peter was there so she had someone her age around.
This sparked a slow friendship. But it blossomed with time. Soon Peter was walking home with Aife's new phone number. He was re-reading the number multiple times because his phone had died and he was bored. Once he walked into the apartment he was greeted by May who was about to leave for a shift at the hospital. Peter kissed her cheek and left to put his phone on charge. The number now rested on his bedside table next to his charging phone. He went on with his normal afternoon. After his craft Mac and Chesses for dinner, he put on his spider suit and left through the window. He then immediately went back through to grab his phone.
The patrol was normal. Normal until he was going back home. It was around 3 am and Peter did have school the next day. As he was swinging he heard a scream. Going straight for it he got there just in time to drop in fount of a bullet. Which ended with the bullet logged into his thigh. He webbed up the crook and quickly left. As he swang he tried to type Aife's number in with one hand. She knew how to deal with these kinds of wonders. As he stepped into his room he finally started to text.
Peter
Aife I did something dumb
???
How did you get this number?
Peter
Aife you just gave it to me
???
I hate to ruin your fun but I'm not Aife
Peter
Your not
???
Nope
Peter cursed himself. He quickly looked at the number and realised it was not Aife's. He quickly typed in Aife's.
Peter
Aife I did two stupid things.
Aife
Let me guess Peter
Peter
Yes
Aife
What did you do
Peter
I got shot
Aife
Bullet in or out
Peter
In
Aife
For god's sake
I'm sending this to you in separate texts do it step by step...
It took awhile but soon Peter was lying in his bed, his leg raised on his school bag trying to get to sleep. Soon after, while fighting his body to get comfortable, he passed out from exhaustion. He woke up the next day to his alarm. Still tired as ever he slowly got up. His leg was feeling better but he was starving. As he struggled to put on his pants, the door opened. Peter freaked out because May one, didn't know he had been shot and two, more importantly, didn't know he was Spiderman. "Relax Peter is just me," Aife said as she walked through the door. She had food in one hand. Peter immediately relaxed. "Eat as I look at your leg,"
Peter sat in his first-period class with a freshly wrapped leg and boredom in his brain. He was in English and was also way too early for English. Plus with the night Peter had he would be lucky if he didn't fall asleep. Peter thought back to the night before. He was then panicked because he had never apologized to the number he texted at 3 in the morning.
Peter
sorry for texting you so late at night I was trying to get ahold of my friend
Sorry again
???
What were you even doing to have to text at 3
Peter was quietly panicking at the back of his class. He can't tell this random person he was shot. That would raise so much suspicion.
Peter
I was going to the bathroom and broke my Aunt's favourite vase I asked my friend if she knew how to fix it
???
Ah hope you fix it
Peter
Sorry for probably waking you up sir/ma'am/ Mx
???
Sir, underoos and it's fine
Peter
underoos?
???
Yeah don't know your name so what else am I supposed to call you
Peter thought for a second. Should he keep texting this guy? He was bored in class. But also stranger danger. But this was a S.H.I.L.E.D. phone. A good one at that.
