By Moonlight (P.P + M.J)

11. Black Eyes and Waffles

Peter's sleep wasn't peaceful. His dreams were full of wolves, and a werewolf with metal wings flying around looking for him. They all had haunting blue eyes and were big and powerful. They were constantly snarling and growling his name as they swarmed the black plain of Peter's dreamscape.

Suddenly, a werewolf looked right at him, turning around to face him. An evil smile crossed his jaws, his teeth glinting from the metal that encased his fangs. Peter couldn't move, frozen to the spot with no way of escaping.

"It's time to wake up, Spidey," Werewolf said as he stalked toward Peter, all the while growing taller and more powerful-looking.

"Wake up, Spidey," another voice echoed, much louder and invasive.

"Yes, do wake up," Werewolf said with mocking softness, brandishing his metallic claws. Peter saw the other wolves were backing the main werewolf up, their dark fur bristling and their eyes glowing blue. "Wake up before we start getting... hungry."

"Peter, you have to get up," that was Aunt May's voice. Peter knew he had to lurch out of this nightmare somehow. As the wolves loomed over him, he blinked hard, and they evaporated before him with a poof.

And then, as if by magic, Peter was back in his room, waking up in a cold sweat, gasping for breath. Aunt May was looking through his door, holding up an ice pack wrapped in a towel for him to see.

"You need to ice your eye. It's really bruised up," his aunt said, walking in as Peter sat up, "and Ned's gonna be here in a bit, just like you asked."

"Awesome," Peter grumbled, taking the ice pack and pressing it against the side of his face, "when's he gonna be here?"

"In a few minutes. I'll make you guys some waffles."

"Thanks," he said, quite grateful for the opportunity to have his favorite breakfast.

When she had left the room, Peter lay back down, the ice pack still on his face. He was happy that Ned was coming over. He badly needed to tell his story to someone that would listen, at the very least. Besides, who would believe him if Ned didn't?

A few minutes later, he heard a knock on his door and his best friend walked in. Peter sat up and Ned sat down at the end of his bunk bed.

"Alright, what happened this time?" He asked, as if this wasn't the first time this kind of thing had happened. Which it wasn't. This had happened multiple times. Just never with a werewolf.

Peter wasted no time spilling the details, despite his aching head and his grogginess. Ned listened intently as Peter told his wild story, from the bus crash to Werewolf tossing him into the street.

"Wow, that's... awesome," Ned finally said after Peter told him everything. He then asked excitedly, "are you really going on a date with Michelle?"

Peter rolled his eyes. "Are you kidding me? I just told you I fought a literal werewolf and all you heard was that?"

"Well, first of all, it sounds like you fought a lycan, not a werewolf. If he changed voluntarily, that's a lycan. Werewolves only change during the full moon and-."

"Ned, that's not the point. There's a werew- pardon me- a lycan running around New York, and he just handed my ass to me on a silver platter."

"Yeah, that kind of sucks, bro. But that thing with the bus. All the news stations are saying that was the Hulk."

"But it wasn't him! He's been gone for months! This was a werewolf!"

Ned raised an eyebrow.

"Lycan! Whatever!" Peter tossed his hands in the air, "what do I do, Ned? Do I tell Mr.Stark?"

Ned shook his head. "maybe just tell Happy, to make him at least aware. That way, if it blows up, Mr.Stark can't say that you didn't tell him."

"But Happy will just blow me off," Peter pointed out with a grumble, crossing his arms.

"Exactly, that way it's on him, not you, if this lycan problem gets out of hand," Ned said, tapping the side of his temple.

Peter pointed to him, his brown eyes wide with agreement. "That's a solid point."

"I have those sometimes."

"Waffles are ready, boys!" Aunt May called, and a giant smile overtook Ned's face.

"Have I ever said how much I love your aunt?" Ned asked as they got up to go to the kitchen.

And a short chapter. Like I said, I'll update when I can, as in, when inspiration hits me violently in the brain. So, here you go. And to all you Percheller shippers, I believe in a slow burn, so I hope I'm not boring you too much. It's gonna happen, I just like to build it up.

~Fargone5