Idiosyncratic || Peter Parker ||

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A wash of fantastic oranges and pinks flooded the afternoon skies of Queens. Peter and Isabelle marvelled at the way the colours mixed together, how nature was a beautiful thing. Peter wished he brought his camera with him, while he knew he could quite as easily dart across the hall and grab it - given he hadn't touched the thing in weeks - however, he was rather content sprawled out on Isabelle's bed with his homework in his hands.

Like he promised, he was helping her with her physics assignment even though she was confident she could finish Sunday instead of today. "Shit." Isabelle cursed, ripping Peter's gaze from the spectacular view of the skyline to look at her, she had her hand cupped over her face, to which he could only assume she had another nosebleed. After yesterday at lunch, he visited her to check on her and even invited her over to dinner to which she ended up not going to due to another nose bleed.

And this morning at Track practice she found herself more tired than usual, thankfully she managed to get through the rigorous training without a single blood nose. Isabelle started to move off the bed to get to the kitchen before Peter stopped her, "I'll get it, you stay here." His voice was soft and she nodded, once he turned his back she couldn't fight the smile on her face, not that he'd see anyway.

She groaned as a dizzy feeling clouded her mind. The metallic liquid oozed through her fingers and dripped onto her notebook to which she pulled a face, not because it landed on her notebook but because it wasn't red. It was black. It was also thicker than blood. "What the hell?" She muttered and her eyes widened upon hearing Peter walk back into her room, she quickly wiped the droplets off the page, aware that it stained but it looked less suspicious.

Covering her hand with her other hand she turned to Peter with wide eyes, "sorry - this isn't stopping... I-I need to go to the bathroom." Her voice was muffled, but peter nonetheless heard what she was saying. "Of course, do you need me-."

"No, it's fine... I won't be long." She chuckled and quickly yet carefully walked into the ensuite and closed the door. Peter stared at the ensuite door with a worried expression, he hadn't stopped worrying about her after yesterday and he worried, even more knowing that the nosebleeds continued. He contemplated whether or not to call Ned and postpone their Back To The Future marathon they were eager for. However, he needn't cancel as his phone buzzed, lighting up with an incredibly unattractive photo of Ned as his contact photo.

Isabelle stared at her hands, how her pale skin was now stained with the black substance pouring from her nose. "What the hell is this?" She had never experienced anything like it before and wasn't sure what to think. Surely this was normal? Black goo was never the definition of 'normal' if it was coming out of a bodily orifice, Isabelle knew that she just wanted to ignore whatever it was. Hoping it would pass over by the weekend's conclusion.

She washed her hands and her face, positive that the black substance had stopped. If things got worse for her, then she'd consider calling Tony for some assistance or guidance, but she was human with abilities that made her highly susceptible to any given disease. Perhaps, she thought it was that something to do with Spider-Man, however, it most definitely wasn't.

Opening the door she just caught on to the end of Peter's conversation with Ned on the phone, he chuckled lightly and nodded with the phone pressed up to his ear, "yeah-no, it's fine Ned, she isn't going to hate you... she's not any better anyway, I'll see you at school on Monday... see you." He ended the call and turned, surprised to see Isabelle walking out of the bathroom. "Is everything okay?" Was the first thing she asked, which caught him off guard, if anything it should be him asking if everything was okay, not her.