Look 'bad luck' up in the dictionary. Go on. We'll wait. See there? That picture of an awkward college student tripping over his own feet? That's Peter Parker. He's majoring in chemical engineering, and by some stroke of (you guessed it) bad luck, t...
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"Goodness gracious! Peter, are you alright?" Aunt May cried as she hurried over to Peter, who had his arm in a sling and a couple band-aids on his face.
"I-I'm fine, Aunt May."
Hawkeye crossed his arms and shook his head. "Cyclists. They think they live above the law. Went roaring through the crossing and knocked Peter down like he was a bowling pin."
MJ furrowed her brow as she stood from the couch, where Eddie was seated. "A bike hit him?..."
"Yeah. And he dislocated his arm when he landed on it weird."
With a laugh, the redhead continued, "Is that your professional terminology? 'He landed on it weird'?"
Clint chuckled and raised a palm to the woman. "Yes, as a matter of fact, it is. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a scarf that I need to finish knitting. You're welcome, by the way." With that, he pulled the door open and slammed it harshly.
As Peter comforted May, he spied Annabelle peering through the blinds. She seemed to be watching the mercenaries that Hawkeye incapacitated as they writhed around on the ground in pain. "Hey, that dude has an arrow sticking out of his butt."
Eddie, quite possibly eager to work that into a headline, bolted up and dashed over to the window. "Holy cow...there's like thirty armed guys out cold in the street. I guess that really was Hawkeye."
"Are you certain that you're alright, Peter?" Aunt May asked softly.
"Y-Yeah. I'm sure."
At this moment, May's expression suddenly became serious. "Peter Benjamin Parker. You should know better than to lie to your dear aunt."
In the corner of his eye as he sheepishly grinned at May, he could see MJ smirking amidst his misfortune.
Peter sighed. He really didn't want to tell her that his apartment got blown up and that he had a single box of belongings left that wasn't reduced to ash...but, alas, he was never lucky enough to get his way. "Uh...my apartment got blown up."
May's face paled, and MJ's mischievous smile instantly faded.
"Ha! That one took an arrow to the knee! Get it?!" Annabelle hollered, snorting with laughter. "Come on, you've played Elder Scrolls before. Everyone has."
Eddie, still at the window taking photos with his phone, ignored her.
"No way... Do you want to talk about what happened?" MJ mused; her way of slyly asking if it was something Peter could talk about in front of his aunt.
He shut his eyes for a second. "They caught the Goblin guy...but before they did, he found out where I lived and tried to get rid of me. Thanks to Agent Barton, I was away helping with the investigation."
"Peter...that's absolutely dreadful. I'm so sorry." May laid a hand onto Peter's cheek. Quite promptly, she retracted it and shifted pace. "Now, it doesn't do to dwell on misfortune, so we'll pack your things and move them into my place."
