A Spiders New Life. A Spiderman fanfiction.

The Plane Incident

Today was the day. Peter was going to Mexico. He was bringing his school bag that held any school stuff he would need along with his spidey suit in a secret compartment. He also has a suitcase that held everything else, even a swimsuit. Only issue was that he had to get to the airport by five in the morning. He got up at four thirty and had just enough time to get there. Tony dropped him off with a quick good bye before heading home to sleep. It was going to be a long ride in the plane, he knew that. The teacher made sure everyone was there before leading them to the security checkpoint. Everyone got through fine and made it to the waiting room in time to have a half hour wait until the plane got there. Everyone loaded on and sat in the thankfully comfortable seats. Peter pretended to listen as a woman explained everything in English, followed by another in Spanish. Peter fell asleep a half hour into the flight, he only slept for twenty muinets when a voice came on the intercom.
"Hello passengers, this is your pilot speaking. We are going to be entering some mild turbulence, please stay seated for the time being." The voice said. Peter looked around the plane, his eyes catching on Flash. He was seeing how far back around the seat he could reach, leaving his sholder in an odd position. Oh no...

Before Peter could warn flash, they hit a bump from turbulence and his sholder popped out of its socket. Flash screamed, falling onto the floor, cutting his other arm on a pice of glass from a cup that a woman dropped on her way to a passenger. Peter ran over to flash before anyone else. He was screaming. Peter checked his wounds. Dislocated sholder and a very deep cut on his other arm. Peter could help.
"Ok, Flash. I know you are in pain and you realy hate me, but you need help, ok? I can help you." Peter said. Flash looked at him. "You have a Dislocated sholder and your other arm will need stiches." He added.
"I... don't need... your help..." Flash growled. Peter sighed.
"Look, if I don't stitch up your arm, you could very well loose enough blood to be in a very dangerous situation. I know you don't like me, but you want to live, I'm sure." Peter said, putting some confidence in his voice.
"You can't possibly know what to do kid." Flash growled.
"You met the people I live with. You never met Bruce, but he showed me how to stitch people up. I also have had a Dislocated sholder before. I popped it back in myself. I know how to do this." Peter said. Flash thought for a moment and reluctantly nodded, excepting help. Peter took action.
"Ok, I am going to need a first aid kit, something for Flash to bite on, and a strong volunteer." Peter called. A random man stepped forward and Peter nodded. He took a small pice of wood and put it in Flash's mouth between his teeth, instructing him to bite on it. He moved his dislocated arm out in an odd angle and instructed the random man to push a spot on Flash's sholder. He did as instructed.
"Ok Flash, I won't lie. This is gonna hurt. On the count of three, you ready?" Peter asked. Flash nodded, he had tears in his eyes, nobody blamed him. "Ok, 1. 2. 3!" Peter stated. On '3', he pushed on Flash's arm. He screamed but his arm popped back in place. Peter nodded the man away and took off his sweater, useing it as a makeshift sling for Flash. He was crying now, nobody said anything. Next was Flash's other arm. He used the scissors in the first aid kit to cut his sleeve off and looked for the disinfectant. Empty.
"SHIT! Ok somebody get me some wine." Peter instructed. A woman quickly ran off to get some.
"Why are you getting wine!?" Flash yelled.
"There is no more disinfectant. We need to clean the wound and the alcohol in the wine will do that." Peter explained. "This is gonna burn." He stated, pouring the wine on the gash in Flash's arm. He screamed again, in compleat agony. He tried to pull away but Peter held him down. He poured the wine in his wound till the bottle was empty and pulled out what he would need to stitch Flash up. He told someone to hold Flash still as he stitched up the wound. Flash Kept yelling every curse word in the book over and over. He was in pain. He had gotten stitches before, just not without something numbing the area. Peter finished up by cleaning the wound and wrapping it up. He forgot that he wasn't supposed to be strong and lifted flash into his seat, buckling him in and placing a towel on his forehead. Peter forgot about the blood on his hands and wiped his forehead. Everyone was stareing at him.
"You should be ok now Flash. It is gonna hurt for a wile. Stay still and don't move your arms. We won't be able to get you meds till we are on the ground, but for now you should sleep." Peter explained. Flash nodded slowly.
"Why? I have been so mean to you, and you help me like that. Why?" Flash asked, confused.
"Morals. Even if someone is a dick to you, you should always try and help. I learned that the hard way when my uncle died. I didn't stop someone because of a grudge, and that someone killed him." Peter explained. Flash nodded.
"Thankyou." He said.
"No problem, you should go to sleep. I will keep an eye on you though, you lost a lot of blood." Peter explained. Flash nodded and instantly fell asleep. But this wasn't over yet.
"Ok. Thank you for your help. Let's be quiet so he can sleep. We should clean this up. Get me some towels and I will deal with he blood. I am sure you are all a little quezey right now." Peter said, takeing control. He was brought towels and he mopped up the blood, dealing with the glass as well. He felt it getting a little rough in the air again, so Peter used another sweater to keep flash still. Everything was cleaned up when they landed. The Captian called down to get some medical atention for Flash. Peter knew that the paramedics would want to know what happened, so Peter stayed behind on the plane. The teacher took his luggage to his room for him and Peter went with Flash to the hospital in Mexico. Peter explained what happened and stayed at the hospital, worried and tired. Peter fell asleep in a chair and slept for a fue hours.

"Sir, are you Peter Parker?" A nurse asked as they shook Peter awake. He nodded and the woman continued. "Wonderful. A boy by the name of Flash would like to see you." She finished. Peter was confused, but he followed. She left the two boys alone.
"Hey Flash. You fleeing any better?" Peter asked.
"Yea. They gave me a bunch of morphine." Flash replied.
"That's good. What did you want to see me about?" Peter asked.
"Oh, I-I wanted to thank you. The doctors told me I would have died of blood loss despite getting to a hospital if you didn't stich me up. Thankyou." Flash said greatfuly.
"It wasn't a problem Flash. I am glad your ok. And don't worry. Your rep is safe. Things don't have to change at all." Peter explained.
"Good. God that was embarrassing though. Never thought I would cry in public." He laughed.
"Nobody blames you. You were in alot of pain. The only people that wouldn't have cried would have been the avengers. They still would have yelled like you though." Peter smiled.
"Ya, I guess so." He laughed.
"Anyway, I hope you recover ok. Might want to take a break from sports for a month. Let your wounds heal. If your stitches rip at school though. Send someone to get me." Peter smiled, giving friendly instructions.
"Ok, that actually sounds like the smart thing to do. Anyway, you said something about having dislocated your sholder before. How did you do that?" Flash asked.
"Oh... Um.... that I can't tell you. But I can tell you I did get some help though. If you knew what I did in my spare time..." Peter laughed. "Anyway, I should get going. I am going to guess your going home?" Peter added.
"Ya. I am. You can stay if you want. I want to hear about this other side of you. Never thought you would take charge like that." Flash replied.
"Ok buddy... that's the morphine talken' but I can stay if you want." Peter laughed.
"Ya. Ya it probubly is." Flash laughed. Peter liked being able to have a good convorsation with Flash, but he was not gonna let himself get used to it. Peter laughed, sitting down in a chair.
"I think your alot nicer when your drugged up." Peter laughed.
"Hey now." Flash laughed to. Peters phone decided to ring.
"Oh, one sec." Peter said, checking his phone. It was Tony.
"Hey kid! How was the flight?" Tony asked with a smile.
"Hey Tony. It was... eventful." Peter said.
"What happened?" Tony asked, concerned.
"Well... you remember flash right?" Peter asked, it was a video call, so Peter saw him nod. "Well... here he is." Peter added, turning the phone to face flash in the bed. He waved with his stitched arm, wincing at the movement.
"What did you do!? Even if he's a bully, you don't have to beat him up!" Tony yelled, makeing Peter laugh.
"I didn't beat him up. I saved his life." Peter laughed. He explained the events on the plane, makeing Tony smile.
"Oh. Well good job kid. You did a good thing. Anyway, I have to go. See ya." Tony smiled, ending the call. Peter turned his phone off, putting it in his pocket.
"Why did he think you beat me up?" Flash asked.
"That, you can never know..." Peter said mysteriously. He stayed and spoke with his bully for another hour before he had to go. Peter found his room and belly flopped on his bed. Saveing people made him feel good.