Peter Parker // WHUMP

1 - stabbed

*trigger warning: mentions of blood*

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It was kind of a weird night out on patrol. I'd recently stopped this guy from getting mugged, which felt kinda cool. The sun was just starting to set so I decided it'd be best to give Happy my nightly call to let him know I'm okay.

"Hey, Happy." I sigh heavily as I hold the phone up to my eat. I was sitting on the ledge of a smaller building, eating a churro. "Tonight went good. Stopped this guy from getting mugged. Kinda weird, the guy tried to pull this knife out, but I took it away, so don't worry! Then he took out this gun, and I was like, 'Why didn't you start with the gun?'" I take another bite of my churro. "Anyways, I helped this lady cross the street and she bought me a churro. So that was nice."

I pause, as if expecting the voicemail receiver to reply in some way. I'm not surprised when it doesn't.

"I guess that's it. Bye, Happy." I murmur and end the call. Happy never answers, why do I even try anymore?

He's told me so many times to stop calling, but I still do. I don't really know why.

OH, I almost forgot—I quickly dial Happy's phone again and call back, "HEY, I almost forgot, I actually caught this really weird guy earlier with this glowey gun and I know I'm not an Avenger but it totally seemed like an Avenger kind of thinggggg and—"

I'm cut off by the sound of a scream from an alleyway somewhere close by. "Gotta go, Haps." I mutter quickly and push my phone in my pocket. I shove the churro in my mouth.

I swing over, landing on top of a building in order to examine the situation. It was your classic stick up: guy holding a knife up to a woman with a purse. Why do these men always find it necessary to target women? Just leave them alone, for goodness sake.

"Ey!" I shout out, swinging down to help the woman out of this dreadful situation. "Let the nice lady go."

The guy turns his knife on me, "Who are you?" He spits.

"Haven't you seen me? I'm usually hanging around." I laugh internally at my joke as I gesture to the looming buildings around us.

"Get out of here! She's mine." The mugger practically hisses at me and holds the knife up to her throat.

"Um, she's no one's actually." I reply annoyedly and web his knife out of his hands, slinging it to the ground quickly. "Run!" I shout to her while I distract the guy.

Without hesitation, she books it out of there as fast as her legs can take her. Smart girl.

I brush my hands against each other and sigh as I turn my attention to the burglar. "Now, what to do with—"

My phone goes off. The familiar song from Madagascar 2 starts to ring out into the chilled air, "I like to move it, move it. He likes to move it, move it. She likes to—"

OH MY GOD. TONY'S CALLING ME?!

I panic internally and smack my thumb on the answer button without thinking. It automatically goes to a video call, and Tony's sun-glassed face appears on screen. He seems to be in his lab. "Hey, kid." Tony smiles at me.

"Mr. Stark!" I shout in reply and smile widely, even though he can't see it.

"So, Happy told me you mentioned something about glowing weapons on your last voicemail?" He questions and I start to hear the noise of bolts and tools being put away, the metal clanking together.

"Oh! Yeah, I—" My spider senses freak out on me, but I was just a second too late—The knife pierces right through my back, the tip extending just out of the front of my abdomen. My smile immediately falls and I look down to see a small stream of blood start to pour from it. The knife is yanked out of me, and I give a heavy grunt.

"Peter?" Tony bunches his eyebrows at me and turns his full attention to the video call.

"Mr. Stark..." I stutter as the phone falters in my hand, revealing the knife wound going through my body.

Tony literally drops everything he was previously holding, "Peter, where are you?" He shouts as he starts jogging somewhere. His voice is coated with panic.

"Mr. Stark, I messed up." I whimper as I grasp at the wound, my fingers soon becoming coated in the red substance. As I turn around, I see the man gone, only the bloodied knife lying on the asphalt. I plummet to the ground, both adrenaline and pain overwhelming my enhances senses.

"Bruce!" Tony yells, "Bruce, set up the Med-Bay!" I hear the familiar hum of his Ironman thrusters ignite, then the sound of metal clanking around. He must be putting his suit on. "Peter, where're you at, kid?"

"I'm–I'm in Manhattan, on 6th street." I mumble as I push myself against the alley wall, my eyes widening at the sheer amount of blood streaking on the asphalt around me. "There's so much, Mr. Stark."

"You're gonna be fine, Peter." Tony replies breathlessly as he switches the call to connect with his suit's interface. "Just stay with me, okay?"

As my adrenaline fades away, pain comes to smack me right in the face. My eyelids become heavy with exhaustion as my thoughts become light, feeling like they're resting solely upon air. "I'm tired."

"So am I." Mr. Stark replies with concentration as he starts to fly somewhere.

"Hey, I'm sorry, Mr. Stark." I apologize as tears start to drip from my eyes onto my paling cheeks. "I'm really sorry for bothering you and Happy so much. I know you guys don't care or need to care, it's just that—"

"What?" Tony interrupts. "Peter, don't apologize for anything. I love hearing your messages, kid. You always sound so excited about helping people." I can almost hear tears in Tony's voice. "But we can't focus on that right now. Right now, I need you to focus on me."

The phone starts to fall limp in my lap as I run out of strength to hold it up and angled at my face. "Peter? You still there?" Tony sounds beyond worried for me.

I barely reply, only mumble something in response. Then the familiar sound of thrusters enters my conscious mind, drawing closer until I hear the suit's metal feet clank onto the ground. "Peter!" Tony exclaims.

I look up at him with a tired smile, sweat beading on my forehead. "Mr. Stark..." I trail off as my eyelids flutter closed.

"Nope." Tony insists and lifts me up bridle-style in his arms. "You're staying here." He takes a deep breath as we shoot off into the sky. "With me."

"Thanks, Tony." I heave out between breaths. The pain starts to send my mind spiraling into a pit of darkness.

"Anytime, Pete." Tony looks down at me one last time, then his face snaps to one of worry as he sees me passing out. "Peter? Peter!" His voice echoes.

But I'm already asleep.

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HaHAAA first chapter done

let's see if I ever publish this book or not

-sea weed