LONELY HEARTS | ❝You don't have to be a hero, just like I don't have to be sad all the time, but sometimes fate works in strange ways and, well, here we are❞
PRE-CIVIL WAR → HOMECOMING | PETER PARKER
BOOK ONE IN THE HERO OF HEROES SERIES
Plot: tinke...
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DIANA LEARNED MANY THINGS THAT NIGHT, INCLUDING, BUT NOT LIMITED TO: HOW TO SNEAK INTO HER GODMOTHER'S ROOM, HOW TO CLEAN BLOOD OUT OF HER SHEETS IN LESS THAN AN HOUR, AND THAT WHEN PETER PARKER BLUSHED, HE BLUSHED ALL OVER. She had one very hectic night. A night filled with near heart attacks, stubbing her toe countless times, regrets, insecurities, and a lot of silent screaming.
"Peter Parker, what happened to you?" she hissed, pulling the boy into her room, closing her window and shutting the curtains before anyone actually saw anything.
"I'm sorry, it just got really bad and I couldn't just head home and you said I could drop by if I needed help and I just—" he spun around, gripping his hair, his mask still held in his hands.
"Sit down," she whispered, pulling over her desk chair, "Was it the same person, are you being targeted, where are you hurt?"
He shook his head. "No, it was a different person. No, I'm not being targeted. And," he pointed to his shoulder, his leg, and his side, "They're not deep or anything, but they're not exactly paper cuts." He laughed weakly, trying to make light of the situation, but she could see him sweating and he was paler than usual.
"This is worse than last time, Peter," she hissed, "You're actually bleeding this time, the last time you—" she jumped to her feet, rubbing her face, "Okay, I'm gonna grab some towels and the stuff my aunt has, hold on."
He nodded, his breathing labored. "Take your time."
She couldn't help but scoff as she opened her door, closing it quickly. It was past midnight and Rosie was, thankfully, out of the house. That meant that all she had to worry about were Flash and Jesse.
She opened the hallway cabinet and grabbed a handful of small dishrags, opening her door and throwing them inside. Peter made a move to pick them up, but she shook her head, telling him to sit still.
Closing the door, she made her way into Rosie's room. She dove under the bed, hoping that she kept her supplies in the same place she used to. Rosie had used to work home health, going to people's houses and apartments when they couldn't regularly go to the hospital. She had quit to work full time at the hospital, but maybe she still had the supplies.
Diana nearly cried when she caught sight of the familiar clear tubs, dragging them out by their colorful lids.
She opened them all, digging out a variety of bandages and patches. She started to grab some of the ointment, but stopped, unsure of which one she should use.
She rushed into the master bathroom, grabbing the first aid kit from underneath the sink. She ran back out, forgetting to close the tubs and place them back under the bed.
She burst into her room, struggling to close the door quietly. She found Peter on her bed, his eyes closed.
"Shit, Peter," she hissed, dropping the supplies on the side of the bed, "Peter, are you okay. You awake, Peter?"
