My trip in Germany was now officially over. Not going to lie, I actually missed Queens. No matter where in the world I go, I will always come back to Queens. I had a large cut above my eye that got stitched up back in Germany. There was also a giant bruise on the right side of my jaw. Peter's arm tightened around my neck as I helped him get into his apartment. He had it worse than I did. There was a giant bruise on his right eye along with cuts all along his body. I knocked on the door of his apartment which quickly swung open after the first knock. May's eyes widened as she the both us bruises up and scared.
"Hey Aunt May." Peter smiles before leading me into the apartment.
"Hi May." I greet the older women quietly, holding onto Peter's waist tightly.
"What happened to you two?" She exclaimed, examine Peter's black eyes. Her eyes darted over to me and noticed the damage that was done to me. She placed her hands on my cheeks, moving my head to the left to examine the bruise.
"Well uh..." Peter froze. "We, I were-"
"We were at the park and there was this guy who came up to him and without any hesitation, hit him. I tried to stop him but he hit me as well, and then he ran off." I explained, shrugging my shoulders at Peter.
Peter quickly nodded his head, going along with my story, "Y-Yeah."
May looks between both of us, shaking her head. "Okay. I'll bring you two ice packs."
We both nod our heads before walking past the older women and towards Peter's room. We walked into the room, shutting the door behind the both of us. I gently place Peter down on his bed, sitting him down. I kick off my shoes, sitting cross-legged across from him. Peter pulls down the sleeve of his hoodie, showing a small part of the suit.
"So, who was it?" May asks from the kitchen. "Who hit you guys?"
My eyes widened as I looked over at Peter who was blank on what to say.
"Some guy." Peter answered, shrugging his shoulders. His eyes dart down towards the small machine and began to itch his wrist underneath it. "So itchy, man." He mutters causing me to look over and grab his wrist to see the small machine.
"What's "some guys" name?"
Peter and I share a glance before he responds, "Ah... Steve."
I give him a thumbs up, giggling softly before concentrating on the small machine once again.
"Steve? From 12-C?"
My finger accidentally presses a button, causing bright lines to shot me in the eyes. I groan in pain, pointing it up to the ceiling.
"No, no. You don't know him he's from Brooklyn."
Small chuckles escape from Peter's lips as I rub my eyes. I give him a glare before looking up at the ceiling. The red lines showed a logo. Peter and I looked at in amazement until May's footsteps came into hearing range. Peter quickly hides the gadget under his pillow as May walks in the room. I close my hands together, gently placing them in my crossed legs. Acting as if nothing happened.
"Ouch." Peter groans, pretending to be in pain. May takes a seat next to me with two ice packs in her hands.
"I hope you got a good few licks in." May states, handing him a bag of frozen peas wrapped in a towel to place over his eye.
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Vigilantes // Civil War
Fanfic"When I first met you, I thought you were weird because you kept staring at me, but now that I know you. I was right" A story in which two vigilantes run into each other in an alleyway in the middle of a heroic act.
