Juggling an identity ~spiderman~

Chapter 7

Peter's Pov:

Ouch Ouch Ouch Ouch Ouch Ouch Ouch!!!

I'm currently climbing in through my bedroom window while the sun was setting.

The sunset may look glorious at the moment but I don't. I have nasty burns, bruises and blood covering me. I've looked worse but its the first time in a while I've been badly injured like this. Grunting at the pain, I climbed through finally and collapsed on the floor. I stared at the ceiling thankful that Aunt May wasn't home yet from her appointment. It felt like I could stay like this, on my floor. Gazing at my light, Blood getting all over the wooden floor. I realised my breathing was getting a little difficult so I sat up and leaned against a wall. 

After like 10 minutes of just resting and catching my breath, analysing what just happened. I finally got up and limped to the bathroom. In the cupboard under the sink, I pulled out my advanced Medical Kit that I always keep for situations like this. I grabbed a needle and stitched some small cuts. The bruises will most likely disappear in a day if I eat properly. The burns from Stark's repulsors aren't as bad as I thought they were. My estimation, gone in three days.

I looked at the clock and it was a little over 8 pm. Aunt May should be home by now I hoped everything was okay. I would call her but im definitely in no shape right now to look for my phone. 

My eyes were drifting closed as I lay in my bed trying not to think about the whole kidnapping experience as it reminded me of past memories. 

I was half asleep when a very loud ringtone blasted in my room. It was coming from my backpack that was sitting in the corner of my closet. 

I didn't want to get up but I knew I had to. So I slowly and carefully stood up and shuffled to my closet. Painfully I finally got my phone out and answered the call without looking at the contact.

"Dude! Are you okay? You're all over the news! I mean I know the Avengers want your identity but I wouldn't think you' de be fighting Captain America?!"

Ned. 

"Oh, yeah I'm all good just a little bruised up but ill be fine" I sugar-coated.

"So, what was he like!? Was he handsome even while fighting him?! Is Cap really as strong as they say he is? Does he fight better than Natasha Romanoff?"

"Uhhhhh. I yeah...... He was pretty cool. Except..." I was deciding what parts I should tell him about.

"Except what?" He asked curiously.

"What if I told you I got electrocuted until I blacked out. Kidnapped. Fought like 9 S.H.I.E.L.D agents. Attempted to fight the whole Avengers team. When that wasn't working out I started trying to escape and got chased by two massive military machines, a flying bird-man, and a super soldier...." A short silence.

"But I dodged everything so I'm completely, perfectly okay."  Well not everything. My unsure voice didn't back my statement up.

I started to regret being this honest with Ned when he didn't answer me back. An awkward silence was on the phone.

"WHAT?!"

"THEY KIDNAPPED YOU? E-ELECTRCUTED?! C-C-CHASED?! WHAT THE FUCK PETER! HOW ARE YOU NOT DEAD?"  "OH MY GOD YOU'RE LYING AR'NT YOU? YOU'RE PROBABLY BLEEDING OUT TO DEATH RIGHT NOW AND YOU JUST AR'NT TELLING ME. PETER!"

Shit. He figured it out. Except the bleeding to death part. 

"Ned I'm alright! The Avengers didn't manage to hurt me as bad as i thought. I'll be at school tomorrow probably, depends how I feel. It's literally just a couple of cuts and burns. I'm not bleeding out!" I chuckled trying to stop him worrying. 

"Peter don't come to school tomorrow, or I'll tell May. You can tell me the details of what exactly happened with you and the Avengers. I don't care about your secret identity thing. If you don't start being more careful I'm telling May everything." Ned blackmailed.

"Damn you Ned. But okay. Only if you come over tomorrow to finish building the Lego death star with me!" I squealed

 Riiiiiingg

"Oh Ned I got to go. Aunt May is calling me. I'll see you tomorrow bye-" I rushed to hang up and as fast as my body possibly could I ran up to the home Phone in the living room.

Picking up, a man on the phone answered.

"Hello? Is Peter Parker there?" He asked.

Confused, I confirmed it was me.

"Yes, Mr Parker. Your Aunt has had a heart attack earlier today. We called you as soon as possible and if you can we advise you coming to the hospital to fill out some paper work. She's still in critical condition but-"

My ears didn't want to listen anymore. I zoned out and my breathing quickened. 

Aunt May had a heart attack.

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