Spiderkid

Accidents: Part 1

(Okay so in this short story - idk what to call them?? - MJ knows Peter's Spiderman.
Trigger Warnings: Violence I guess? But if you've gotten this far, you probably don't care much, so...continue.)

"Bye Ned!" Peter waved behind him as he ran. "See you MJ!"

He heard distant yells telling him not to die, which might have been them teasing any other friend. But, in his case, they probably meant it very literally. He was going off to be a web-slinging vigilante at the moment, so it wouldn't be surprising. He was excited, because Fridays were short days, so he could do his homework after patrol instead of before.

He leaped over the tall fence behind school after making sure there was no one there. The jump gave him a rush of adrenaline and he grinned. He ran down his seemingly private alley, that nobody was ever in for some reason, and webbed his backpack to the wall. And please stay there this time, he pleaded silently. If it got stolen or dumped in a garbage again, Aunt May was going to kill him.

He slipped off his sweatshirt to reveal his spidey suit underneath. No gym that day, which meant no changing room, so he got to do it the easy way. His mask was soon on, pants and sweatshirt webbed beside his bag. In minutes, Spiderman was swinging his way down town (webbing fast, lol).

It wasn't long before he heard sirens and got to work.

The first one was a fire. It was pretty big, engulfing half of an apartment building. Peter swallowed, sudden flashback of the last fire he had tried to help with searing his mind. He quickly pushed it away. Not the time, Parker. There were people that needed help in there. He could already hear them yelling and screaming. The fire department was trying hard, but it was a thick fire and a tall building.

An abrupt screech caught his attention. It was from a window nearby, a young man trying to help his mother through the smoke. Peter swung in, hastily telling Karen to turn on his crappy homemade air filters. Mr. Stark hadn't put everything in his suit, as it turned out so he had to improvise.

Both of them looked up, hope shinning in their eyes as Peter dropped next to them.

"Here," the boy, not much older than himself, pushed his mother towards Peter. "Take her first. Please."

Peter nodded and scooped the woman up in his arms, making sure the boy stuck near the window. He dropped her off on the ground with the paramedics and climbed back up for the young man. Other than them there were six more people he managed to pull out and, thanks to it being the middle of the day, there wasn't anyone else. Everyone was at work or school. He waved to a small pair of twins and their nanny as he swung away. A grin split his face under the mask. He normally couldn't get to everyone in fires, especially night ones that happen most often and people are caught asleep. But this one had been a complete success. It almost would have made up for what happened later.

He saved a cat from a tree for a little girl. He managed to sort out an surging trade between a hot dog vendor and a customer. He stopped three muggers and a few drunk idiots from trying to 'rob' a convenience store. By then the sun had gone down, leaving the spider to look for crime in darkness, which was when it normally happened anyways. There was never much action in the daytime, for which he was grateful for.

"There's a robbery in progress just to your left," Karen informed him.

An alarm went off at a nearby bank and three masked men ran out, bags stashed with money, automatic guns in their hands. They obviously thought they were going to get away. One was laughing and waving his weapon around. There was no way the police could get there in time. So, your friendly neighborhood Spiderman jumped into action.