I wake up before it gets dark outside. Tony is gone and no one else is in here. I look around the small hospital room, my head still throbbing.
"Call for Tony to come into this room." I sighed, laying back down onto the bed.
I waited for about five minutes before Tony came in.
"Peter, how are you feeling? Anything different?" Tony asked, walking up to the side of the bed and pushing my hair out of my face.
"My head still hurts, but it's better now than it was earlier. Have they confessed yet?" I said as I looked up at him. He nodded.
"It's all over and we're going to be okay. They're going away for ever." He smiles. Tony leans over and hugs me, and I hug back.
2 Months later.
"Spider-Man, Spider-Man, does whatever a spider can, swings from here, to over there, does all this without a care!" And this time it's true. I web over to a building and watch over the civilians as smile. It's been a horrible few months, but everything is okay now.
Author's note:
Sorry if this was a disappointing ending, but I was out of inspiration and I hate having stories leave off unfinished. Sorry for taking so long to post this little chapter, I've been dealing with.... things. But I hope you liked it anyways!
-Pinkie
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A New Place
Science FictionSpider-Man has been having a tough time lately, with school and the Stark internship, how will this get better? How will it get worse? I don't own Marvel or anything in it.
