Super Family 2.0

BSFFL(Best Spider Friends For Life)

Gwen's Age: 16

Gwen's POV

Pete and I barely escaped a tussle with Kraven the Hunter. We were totally unprepared, and a**es handed to us. Peter was stabbed in the leg with a big hunting knife. At first, he was only limping a little; but he soon started to sway and stumble. He now has to lean against me for support.

"What's wrong, Pete?" I asked him.

"I...I-I think...that knife...h-had some-sort-of poison in it...o-or something." Peter replied.

"I'm not feeling so great, Gwen." he whined.

Poor Pete, he does look pretty bad. His breathing is heavy and labored, his entire body is trembling, and the heat coming off of him is rediculous.

"Just hang on, Pete. Not far from my place, my dads will know what to do. Just a couple swings and we're there." I said gently.

"No! No swinging...t-too nauseous." Peter protested.

"Okay, but can you walk that far?" I asked.

Letting out a pitiful whine, Peter slumps into me and becomes limp in my arms.

"Pete? Pete!" I said shaking him.

He didn't respond, he must've passed out. I pick him up and carry him to my house as fast as I can. I go through the backdoor, so the neighbors won't see.

"Daddy! Papa! I need some help here!" I said entering the house.

Daddy comes running and gasps when he sees Peter unconscious in my arms. He takes Peter from me and sets him on the couch.

"What happened?" Daddy asked taking Pete's mask off.

Oh god, he looks terrible! he's white as a ghost.

"Kraven stabbed his leg with a knife that was very likely laced with poison." I told my dad.

"M-Mr. B-B-Barnes-Wil...W-Winter Soldier?" Peter mumbled slowly opening his eyes.

"Yeah, it's me kid...I've told ya a hundred times that it's okay to call me Bucky." Daddy replied placing his hand on Peter's shoulder.

My best friend wraps his arms around his stomach and curls up into a ball, groaning. I immediately go to his side and run my fingers through his soft brown curls.

"Come on, Petey. Talk to me, tell me what's wrong." I said.

"My stomach...it hurts really bad." whimpered Peter.

"It's probably the poison. He needs to get it all out of his system." Daddy explained.

"Wait, do you mean...like...puking?" I asked him.

My dad nods and I cringe. Peter hates throwing up, he's gonna be completely miserable. I stand up to go grab a bucket or something, but Peter grabs my arm and doesn't let go.

"D-don't go, Gwen...I...I-I'm scared." Peter begged squeezing my arm with as much strength as he could possibly muster.

"Stay here with him, I got the supplies handled." Daddy said getting up and walking out of the room.

I sit on the couch and put Peter's head in my lap. To get him to relax, I stroke his hair and stomach.

"Just stay calm, Pete. You're gonna be okay." I whisper soothingly.

Daddy comes back with a bucket, an ice pack, and a couple bottles of water.

"The ice pack's for his fever, hold it against his head." Daddy instructed.

I place the ice pack to Peter's forehead. He sighs and leans into it.

"Peter...I know you're gonna hate this, but I really need you to let it all out in this bucket here." Daddy told Peter.

Peter groans in protest and lazily shakes his head 'no'.

"Please, Petey, it'll help you feel better...I promise." I said rubbing his shoulder.

"W-what if I...c-can't?" Peter asked whimpering.

"For that, Gwen you're gonna have to press right here on his stomach." Daddy told me, showing me the spot on Peter's stomach.

I gently press on Peter's stomach and he immediately starts throwing up. Two hours of vomiting and dry heaving later, Peter rolls onto his back breathing heavily.

"Are you done?" I asked swiping his sweaty bangs out of his face.

Peter nods weakly and shivers. Daddy grabs the blanket from the back of the couch and covers him.

"Make sure he stays hydrated. I'm going to see if Sam, Steve, Tony, and Bruce are back from their mission." Daddy said handing me a bottle of water.

Daddy pulls out his phone and leaves the room. I help Peter drink some water then set the bottle on the coffee table. Then I go back to running my fingers through his hair.

"How ya feeling, Pete?" I asked.

"...better..." Pete replied.

"Thanks." he mumbled sleepily.

"I'd do anything for ya, Pete, we're BSFFL's after all." I said.

My buddy yawns then curls into me and falls asleep. I watch over him until Papa, Uncle Steve, Uncle Tony, and Uncle Bruce come. Uncle Bruce gave him an antibiotic to completely get rid of the poison.