A Spiders New Life. A Spiderman fanfiction.

A Hero in Both Skins

Peter was lucky that the first day of the trip was more pleasure than anything. He had got out of the hospital an hour before lunch and still had half the day to do whatever. Peter wanted to go swimming, but he was nervous to take his shirt off. He had a well toned and fit body from being spiderman, he wasn't sure he should show it off. But, this was a pleasure day, so he decided to forget about everything for a wile. He dove into the pool at the hotel in only his black swim trunks, nothing fancy, he didn't need it. He let himself float on his back for a while, relaxing. He heard a fue girls gasping, realizing he had muscles and abbs. But, he egnored them, they wern't Gwen.

Peter spent four hours in the pool before he decided to go to the food bar. The cold fruit was fresh and everything was sweet. He should just let go more often. He sat alone at a corner table, just like he would at the school cafeteria, only difference was that he was in swim trunks and the food was good. Peter spent that whole day leting go. He never thought he would. He was always so tence, so ready. But right now, he didn't have to be. Peter alowed himself to be a normal kid for a day. He forgot about  spiderman, forgot about superheroes, forgot it all. He was truly calm for once.

Sadly, that day wouldn't last forever. He eventually had to sit at the same table as everyone else to eat dinner before he could go to bed. Now he was tence. He never sat with anyone, he was ok and used to it. Sitting with people was unformiliar. But, he was caught off guard. He wasn't just egnored like he wanted and expected, no, the people around him spoke to him.
"Hey, Peter right? It was a realy cool thing that you did for Flash." A guy that was sitting next to him smiled, causing Peter to flinch, not expecting any attention.
"Oh... Um... it was nothing realy. The people I live with would have done it to. Gotta stich them up sometimes to." Peter chuckled lightly.
"Are you not living with your aunt anymore Peter?" A girl asked, confused.
"Oh... no, no I'm not. She... she passed away at the begining of the summer." Peter said, looking at his food, poking it.
"Oh, I'm so sorry." Another girl said.
"I-it's fine. I've gotten through it. But it's just hard to talk about." Peter said. Another boy, seeing the need for a subject change, spoke.
"Who do you live with now?" He asked. Peter perked up, greatful for the change in subject but still clearly uncomfortable being under the spotlight.
"Oh, I am gonna keep that under the radar for now. Don't need the publicity." Peter laughed.
"I think I saw you getting out of Tony Starks car though." A guy said.
"Well shit. Cover blown." Peter groaned.
"You live with Tony Stark!?" A girl exclaimed, a little loud.
"Well.... I kinda live with all the avengers..." Peter said, very quietly. His wish to not be heard was not granted because everyone was listening intently. They all gasped.
"But please keep this to yourselves. I don't need to be kidnaped or anything just cause of a relationship with them. So, enough about me, please." Peter pleaded. Everyone nodded but still asked him questions. He was very uncomfortable being the center of attention. But, there was clearly no way out.

The next day, Peter took his backpack with some snacks and school stuff for the more lesson oriented day. He carried his notebook and a pencil like everyone else to take notes. They ended up walking into some caves to get to some ruins. There were stalactites hanging from the celing of the cave, they shimmered beutifuly in the little light from outside. The teacher was stalking and the students were takeing notes. Peters spidey senses went off, he saw a stalactite ready to fall, on some poor girl. Peters eyes widened and he ran at her just as the chunk of rock fell. He was reminded of the rubble juring the Ultron incident, haveing a short flashback of geting his ribs destroyed. He tackled the girl out of the way just in time, the rock hit his leg and Peter yelped, he hated shorts. Once he made sure the girl was ok he closed his eyes and pleaded out loud that his leg wasn't impaled. He looked and heaved a sigh of relief. There was a long cut on the inside of his right leg, but it was not impaled. He groaned and sat up, assessing the wound. Disinfectant and a bandage would be good. He just poured a little water on it nto wash out the dirt, that would do for now. Peter stood up, helping the girl to her feet and not careing about the cut in his leg, standing normally.
"I'm sorry for the interruption, please, continue." Peter smiled, going over and picking up the stuff he dropped. Everyone was stareing at him. The girl he saved made the first move. She ran over and threw her arms around Peter, startling him. He stood there awkwardly and wide eyed for a moment, not sure what to do before he finaly, lightly hugged her back.
"Thankyou! You saved my life!" She exclaimed. Peter stood there, wide eyed. He was used to getting thanked for saveing he day, but not like this.
"Oh, uh... Y-your welcome, I guess." Peter stumbled. The girl still hadn't let him go and everyone was stareing at him. He mouthed 'help me' to anyone watching. Nobody moved. Peter stood there for another five muinets before the girl let him go. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at him but then they flashed with realization.
"Oh my god! Your leg! I forgot to ask! Are you ok!?" She exclaimed, turning her head to look at his leg. Peter did his best to hide it with a smile.
"Ya, I'm fine. It isn't that deep so I should be ok until we get back to the hotel. I'll put some dissingfectent and bandages on it there." He said kindly and reassuringly.
"I have had much worse." He added. The girl nodded and went to get her stuff, watching the celing cautiously. The lesson was continued by a shocked teacher that kept stealing glances at Peter like everyone else. He had saved two class members in one trip so far. Peter was fine being a hero in one life, but he wasn't sure about both. As the day drew on, Peters leg stopped bleeding and everyone gathered closer to a limping Peter. Now that the adrenaline was gone, Peter had to try his best to keep from wincing. A fue people noticed and offered to help, but Peter declined. At lunch, everyone watched in aw as Peter re-opened the cut in his leg, poured on dissingfectent, and wrapped it up in bandages.

People seemed more keen to go near him now, it was not good. Peter often tried to shrink into himself, but he couldn't. Peter was growing more and more uncomfortable with the attention. He was honestly wanting to go back to the old Peter Parker forever. Peter was able to sneak back into his hotel room after dinner unseen. He closed the door and sighed in relief. Peter wasn't positive he could make it. But, he would have to. That was when Tony called him for a video chat.
"Hey Peter, how have you been?" He asked.
"Hey Tony. I have been good. I ended up saveing a girl from a falling stalactite today. I hate publicity. There is to much attention for me right now." Peter groaned out the last part.
"Hey, your a hero. Don't worry, it'll die down soon." Tony smiled.
"Ya, I guess your right. Anyway, thanks for checking in, I'm gonna hit the hay. See you soon, bye." Peter said, Tony said goodbye as well and the two hung up. Peter fell asleep instantly, much to his delight. He slept through the night and was ready for tomorrow.