Idiosyncratic || Peter Parker ||

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Peter is the first to move, his heavy eyes widened at the sight of Isabelle's passed out body on the track field. "no." He choked out, his legs carrying him from his spot in the bleachers beside Ned, all the way down to track field. Had he known this is what her sickness led to, he would've done something about it sooner. But it was already too late. His feet skidded across the track in one swift motion as he slows to a stop he lands on his knees in front of her.

Silence still plagued the air as people tried to figure out what had just happened. It was so unexpected, for those who didn't know Isabelle. Desperately Peter tried to find a pulse on her, it was like he was living in a movie and time slowed. He pressed his fingers to her neck with one hand and the other around her wrist to find a pulse. The sight of her cracked glasses, blood-stained chin and gaunt face was too much for Peter to look at, he wanted to look away but he couldn't and just like that it was like he was re-living Ben's death. Finding what little of a pulse she had left, he almost sighed in relief but there was no time.

She was barely alive.

It felt as though hours had passed, but merely it had only been moments. And in that moment of silence was enough to cause a mass panic, as if all of a sudden people had found their voices again. Some people screamed, some people yelled as they all flock toward Peter and Isabelle. "Call an ambulance." Someone yelled so loud it made Peter cringe and his ears twitch. "Call her parents." Someone else yelled loud and clear, it was an instruction from Coach Wilson to the Principal.

Peter gripped her hand and protectively pulled her closer to him, he never was one to have claustrophobia but the sea of people surrounding him, yelling and instructing and pushing was smothering him. The track teams of all schools seemed to make up the inner circle, closest to them as they had been closest to begin with, the tournament was long forgotten as people placed calls.

Ned was pacing in the outer reaches of the crowd, unable to reach Peter by the time the crowd swarmed. He felt useless, his heart wrenched unable to do anything - that was, until an idea sparked in his mind. Frantic - like everyone else on the field - he ran back up into the bleachers to where he sat with Peter, snatching Isabelle's bag she had carelessly placed in the two boys' responsibility.

He fumbled with the zipper, his hands clammy and shaky as he clumsily pulled out her phone, almost dropping it in the process. "C'mon, C'mon, C'mon..." He whispered to himself as he managed to get the phone flipped the right side up, unlocking it and searching for her contacts list. The least he could do to help was to call her 'dad' and that's exactly what he did, scrolling through her whole five contacts and thumbing the contact Dad desperately placing the phone to his ear as it dialled.

Ned was never that great in stressful situations, one could tell by the way he fumbled, blurted things and how he would hold his chest as if it would prevent it from beating any quicker than it already was. Isabelle had no dad, nor mom, the contact names and numbers there on her phone were in case of an emergency - which is exactly what it was now - meaning, those numbers re-route straight to Tony Stark in any circumstance.

"Shouldn't you be in school?" Tony answered after several rings, surprised to see Isabelle's name flash on his phone. Ned took a deep breath hoping it would calm him slightly and help him talk slower, however, this did not help the slightest bit as words flew out of his mouth like word vomit, "I'm sorry to bother you sir, but Isabelle is sick -- shejustpassedout--andvomitedbloodallovertheschooltrackfield please sir you've got to come quickly."

Tony had to take a moment to even understand what was being yelled at him by the unfamiliar teenage boy on the other side of the phone. "Woah - Woah - Woah, I didn't get a word you just said, slow it down tiger. Isabelle is sick-" Ned gulped and nodded even though he knew Tony couldn't see him, "s-she passed out - vomited blood -everywhere - no good - please come quickly." He huffed out in uneven breaths.