• Perfect Strangers •

Chapter Eight

Peters PoV

Climbing along the wall of the enemies base, I look up at Nat and Clint who are sneaking in using crates and objects around them as disguise, Looking back to the destination I need to get too I crawl sneakily but quickly, dropping down when I'm out of sight I watch as Clint and Nat swipe the Metal suitcase that's beside a sleeping soldier "We've got the code" Clint says as they back away, I look over my shoulder at a soldier, webbing his mouth before he could speak, I feel something sharp pierce my side as I web him to the wall "dammit" I murmur as I crawl up the wall to the exit through the roof "You injured?" Tony asks as he hovers above me "yeah, it's fine, I should heal in a few hours" I mumble as I pull the knife out "go back to the hotel. We have the code" he says sternly as he begins to shoot off I wave my hand involuntarily "Wait, if it was that easy to get the code why did we book an entire floor of a hotel?" I ask, watching him look over his shoulder he smiles slightly "you have a decathlon Championship tomorrow kid" he replies as he flies away.

Walking into the hotel after having changed into normal clothes, my white shirt damp at the side with blood as I pull my jacket on I look up at Flash who's talking to some random girls, shaking my head I walk towards the elevator "Hey Penis Parker!" I hear him shout as he walks over he pushes my shoulder causing me to wince cause of the huge wound in my side "Doing Scut for the Avengers? Must really suck" he scoffs, clenching my jaw to refrain myself from causing a outburst, my eyes widening when Thor, Steve and Nat enter they walk towards me, practically pushing flash out of the way, Thor wraps his arm around him casually "That was some great work today Pete" Nat smiles as she passes an envelope over to me "Tony had to make a flight back to Queens for Pepper but your next orders are in that" Steve says, nodding as Nat hugs me and Steve pats my back I smile slightly "see you when your back Kid" Nat says as the two other males nod in response they leave, looking over to flash who's stood there with his jaw dropped I shrug before walking into the elevator.

Walking out into the pool area I look over to MJ who's reclined on a sun bed reading her book casually, which bar the whole reading bit is unusual to see Michelle so relaxed, usually she's sat up reading or writing, shaking my head I look over the barrier into the city, placing my hand on my side I wince 'why is it not healing...' jolting when I hear a book being slammed down "Nerd! When did you get back!" Looking over my shoulder at MJ I smile sheepishly "not long ago" I reply, watching her walk over to me she checks my face for what I assume is an injury as she nods in response "How'd it go" She asks, shrugging I hold up the envelope Nat has given me about my next orders from Tony "We completed it, my next orders are in here" I murmur, watching her go to take it from my hands I jerk back earning a strained growl from me as the wound on my side flares up in agony "Your injured" MJ says sternly as she lifts my shirt up I feel my face heat up "It should be healing." I reply more stubbornly as I had hoped "Well it's not, go on, in my room, it needs tending to" she says waving me inside.

Sitting on the stool beside the kitchen island as MJ pulls a first aid kit out, as begins suturing my wound casually "So you tried keeping this from me?" She asks, laughing I look down at her "MJ, too be quite honest I didn't think you'd care if I got injured." I respond, watching her stop suturing she stands upright "I don't care that your a crime-fighting hero who has the inherited abilities of an insect I'm not quite fond of. As much as I put up walls I still care if you, as Peter Parker, gets injured. We are friends after all." She explains before continuing to suture my side, as I sit there speechless 'Don't push it Parker.' Smiling I nod.

Sitting on the bed in my room, I mix two chemicals together in a flask, watching as a familiar web fluid sprouts up I tip it into my hand "stronger webs.." I murmur as I write down into a book full of formulas and writing, placing the web on the bedside table I look over to my suit which is hanging on a hanger beside the bathroom door, hearing a knock at my door I open it a crack, seeing it's Ned I open it fully letting Him in.

"I heard your not healing" Ned says, laughing I lie back down on my bed, smiling through the pain as I pick the new web formula up I nod "Wow word really travels fast, huh." I chuckle, watching him sit by the table he scowls "She found out by you moving too quickly. You don't have to carry this weight on your shoulders anymore Pete, you've got me and Mj." He explains as he pokes the new web formula I sigh "It's not something I intend to do. People like me just naturally put up barriers." I reply quickly, his features softening as he leans into the chair I smile "People like you are superheroes" he boasts, laughing I shake my head.

Standing in front of the mirror I peel the cover off of the wound on my side, smiling in triumph at the disappearance of the injury I exhale with relief "Thank god. I hate having off-days." I sigh as I lean back I drop the hem of my shirt letting it fall back to covering the rest of my torso "Hey Pete come on!" Walking out of my room I look to Ned who's wearing one of his trademark hats "I don't see the point in sight-seeing. We come to Washington ever decathlon championship. We've seen it all before." I laugh, hearing him scoff he gestures to the hotel lobby where the rest of the decathlon team are gathered "But nostalgia is good for humans! Makes us feel all warm and fuzzy." He smiles a childlike smile as he walks towards Mj I shake my head with a smile "Alright team! Let's go sight-see!" Mr Harrington cheers as he points to the exit of the hotel, we all follow in our small cliques.

Standing beside Ned, Mj stood in front of me reading a book about Washington DC "Are you reading about the history of Washington?" I ask after scanning the book cover for a few seconds "yeah, I like to know everything I can about things. I don't run off of instinct like you." She teases, scoffing I ignore Ned's constant prodding as I look Michelle Dead in the eye "I know a lot of things, I only run off of instinct when in battle." I retaliate smugly, hearing her laugh I smile at the rare and blessing sight of Michelle Jones laughing "I have no idea how you can fit that jig head of yours into such a small and tight mask." She says quietly, chuckling I hum.

Looking to Ned after a moments of silence I watch him point to a Pizza place somewhere in Washington that allows you to make your own pizza from start to finish "Ned I'd be terrible at that." I smile, watching him puff his chest out he smiles "Yes but I am a chef! The Ned Chef! Excellent pizza maker!" He prides, laughing with MJ I shake my head "Come on man, don't ever call yourself The Ned again." I say as I wipe a tear from the corner of my eye he rolls his eyes as me and Mj curl over in laughter at what he had just said.