Spider-Man/Peter Parker One-Shots

Broken Legs and Broken Trust

It was supposed to be a normal, boring train ride. Nothing excitingーlet alone interestingーever happened. But of course, nothing stayed boring when the boy in tights was around. You only learned later someone hijacked the train and Spider-Man tried to stop them, only to cause the train to fly off the tracks. You didn't remember much after you first felt the train shift, but you couldn't forget the hours of excruciating pain in your leg.

Your tibia was broken in 3 places and your fibula in 2, and apparently the bones were sticking out in multiple places. You were glad you didn't see that; you probably would've thrown up. Your dad stayed by your side throughout all the suffering, and when you were finally able to leave, he helped you figure out how to use crutches. But what you couldn't stand was him singing Spider-Man's praises. Your dad was convinced Spider-Man saved your life. That stupid boy was the reason you were struggling to move, why you had not just a broken leg but bruises and cuts all over your body. Where would the hijacker even take the train? It was on a track. If the hero had simply done nothing, you wouldn't be in this position.

Despite your handicap, you were still able to work at your dad's shake shop. You mostly sat on a chair in front of the machines and did your best to make the shakes without moving, but it was embarrassing, especially when customers commented they hoped you healed fast. You didn't want their pity.

The day after you got back from the hospital, you saw Spider-Man apprehend a man stealing a purse from an old lady. As the lady thanked him over and over, you rolled your eyes. The only thing she'd lose is her bifocals. Apparently you weren't the only one who noticed him, as your dad opened the shop doors.

"Spider-Man!" The hero turned in response and you put your face in your hands. He was not about to- "You saved my daughter from a train a couple days ago, the one that went off the rails." Your dad gestured back at where you were hiding behind the counter.

"Oh, yeah. Just doing my job, sir." He even sounded like a prepubescent boy.

"Well, for doing your job, feel free to stop by anytime and get a shake on the house."

His white eyes widened. "Thanks Mr....?"

"(L/N). Why don't you come on in and get something, if you're not too busy that is." The tights-wearing hero graciously accepted and stepped inside the air-conditioned shop. "What would you like? Anything you want, it's yours, for saving my daughter's life." You shot Dad a look but he rose a hand, signaling he wasn't about to debate that right now.

"I guess the Super Spider?" He didn't miss the blatant likeness to his mascot. It was a blue and red colored smoothie with blackberries on top in the shape of a spider. You slowly stood up, getting the crutches under your arms, then shambled over to get the blueberries and strawberries. You made a show of it, going extra slow both because you didn't want to make anything for him and because you wanted him to see what he did to you. Looking over at him as the smoothie was blending, his head tilted away. You couldn't suppress a smirk.

You nearly dropped the smoothie as you set it on the counter. A spasm of pain hit your leg and you winced, holding back the tears that sprang to your eyes. You needed your meds. "(Y/N), are you okay?" your dad asked, nearly vaulting the counter to support you. You held up a hand, breathing through the pain. Then you hesitantly flashed a thumbs-up. "I'll get your pills." Dad walked off, leaving you and the boy you hated standing across from each other. You openly glared at him, no longer needing to pretend to be grateful.

"I'm sorry." You blinked, your expression replaced by confusion. "I know it's my fault, if I hadn't-" He cut off. Suddenly you felt bad. You knew your pain was because of him, but he was just a kid doing his best. Sure his best got you hurt, but he felt horrible. That made you feel a little bit better.