For All You Know-I'm Dead

Chapter 2

Hehe

So this chapter will have some answers in it. 

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New York

Streets

3:13 P.M.

Peter knew he couldn't make it to Avengers Tower. Not with his condition. He had not wanted to go to S.H.E.I.L.D. because they would have made him stay until he was fully recovered. 

He couldn't wait that long to see his family. 

He couldn't wait that long to see Wade. 

But he couldn't make it. 

Not tonight at least. 

But he could see a different place were he most likely could stay. With a wheeze, Peter webbed to a building where he knew a friendly face lived. He stuck to the side of the familiar building, tapping lightly on the window next to him. Soon enough there was a familiar blonde-haired boy opening the window. He peeked out looking for where the noise came from. When he looked to the right and saw nothing, he turned to the left and freaked. 

"P-Peter?" he shouted, reaching and grabbing Peter's forearm and shoving him inside. Peter just let it happen, having died legally for a month and all, he should have suspected that some people may act a little weird.

"Meh," was all he said as he fell onto the floor. "You're making me get blood on your floor." He wheezed as he laid his head on the floor. He took his mask off and closed his eyes. 

"Johnny, I came here for a reason." he pointed to the scratches, and bruises, and oh yeah all the blood that's supposed to be in his freaking body. Johnny's eyes widened as he scrambled to get a first aid kit. 

Peter slowly got up to a sitting position, back up against the wall. Johnny comes back in, a first aid kit in hand. 

"Alright, Peter. I'm going to patch you up- and you can tell me what the hell happened to you." 

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2 hours later

Baxter Building

"Alright, I'm done," Johnny gritted out as he clicked the first aid kit closed. He blinked. "That was some story, Peter." Peter took a deep breath and nodded. 

"It was... something. I lived through it." He ran a hand through his hair. Johnny sat back and looked at his bed. 

"You can sleep here tonight and rest. You can go home tomorrow, okay?" Peter nodded and thanked Johnny as said boy started to get up and leave.

Peter got into Johnny's bed and tried to sleep. He couldn't, though. It felt weird trying to sleep without Wade's warm arms around him. 

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Steve sighed as he looked through old pictures with the team. Pictures of Tony, himself, the team, and Peter. 

"Remember this?" Steve asked, it was a picture of Wade and Peter. They were at the park and it was a sunny day where the whole team was spending time in the sun. They both sat on a bench. Wade had his eyes closed and faced Peter with a wide grin like he had been laughing. Clint squinted at it. 

"Somethings... wrong," he stated, "look at Peter." He pointed at the picture, and Peter didn't look...normal. 

His head was off to the side, and even though his body was relaxed, his head was off. He was looking over his shoulder, looking at something that seemed threatening. His eyes weren't friendly, they were worried. Everyone saw what he saw, and Steve flipped through different photos.