Peter vs reality

6- the bathroom

I got up. The pain shooting down my legs and the pounding in my head causes me to stumble. I lean against the brick wall to help keep me up.

I think nothing of the pain coming from my head until I go to push my fingers through my hair. I could feel something covering my fingers. I look at my hand to see it completely covered in blood.

Shooting my webs, I try my best to get to the tower unseen. I didn't want Bucky or tony or anyone really to worry about me. I could handle it.

A few moments later, I shot one more web making me fall down onto the stark tower roof. The only reason KAREN has activated and told everyone I was hurt is because earlier that week I had hacked in and turned it off. Usually KAREN would have alerted someone if she was on.

When I landed on the roof I immediately fell over  and sat down. I attempted to get up but quickly fell down again as I felt light headed. I waited a while before trying again and this time I managed to get to the elevator. It started going down when I felt dizzy again. As long as I don't pass out in front of anyone then it would be okay. I secretly got back to my room unnoticed by Clint, Tony and Steve who were all on the couch. I laid down on my soft, grey bed just in time to hear a faint knock at the door.

"Peter breakfast is ready!" Clint says before I hear he footsteps walk away. I really wasn't hungry so I just got up and went to my personal ensuite bathroom.

I dug around through the drawers to pull out my blade. It was hiding under the face cloths and hand towels. I lifted my black camouflage pants up to my thigh and found a nice clean sport causing me to start cutting.
1 for being useless
2 for letting the guys win
1 for making people worry often
1 for being selfish
1 for being annoying
I paused watching the beautiful coloured blood drip down. Grabbing the gauze I wrapped it up effortlessly and went back to bed. I knew I would have to clean it up properly soon but for now it would work.

My left arm was hurting so much from when the guys kept kicking me and hitting my with the bat. I decided to go and eat something to make Bucky happy.

I threw on some long sweats and a hoodie before going out to the common room. I hid my face as I knew it was probably covered in bruises and cuts. They knew I was Spider-Man. We just never talked about it unless there was a mission.

Natasha looked over at me. "Hey bud, it's like 30• why are you wearing a jumper ?" She asked.
"I'm cold, Mr stark had the air con on all night in my room" I reply quickly.
"Okay then, why the hoodie over your head though"
I didn't know how to answer so I just look down. I guess she noticed because she pulled me over to a seperate meeting room and closed the door to talk privately.
"What happened Peter?"
Natasha had always been there for me as if she was like my mama spider. lmao.
I know I can trust Natasha, so I just tell her the truth.
"Patrol, I tried to help someone but got beat up I guess"
"Oh, can I see"
I take off my hoodie and look in the mirror.
"Oh Peter" Natasha says looking at my face.
"We should go clean it up, where else did you get hurt?"
"My left arm"
She lifts the sleeve just a little. Luckily she can't see my scars or my fresh cuts.
"It looks pretty swollen, probably broken" she says half laughing at how they managed to break it.

I just nod before walking myself to the Medbay before she even says anything. Because usually she would be really bossy and practically drag anyone down there.
"You read my mind pete" she says before sitting me down.

She finishes putting the cast on and sits down next to me.
"Peter, this means you aren't allowed to go on patrol for a while, sorry bud"
"WHAT?!" I yell at her absolutely broken at her words.
"Peter, it's for th-"
I walked out before she could even finish her sentence. Patrolling was the only good thing to ever happen to me. If I can't do that I am absolutely useless to the world. Useless To the avengers. Useless To everyone. I was an even bigger burden then before.

I go back to my room and immediately get back into my suit even though it's around midnight. "Peter, Natasha has informed me to lock your windows as a recovery method" FRIDAY says.

Fuck. I go into my bathroom and climb out of that window instead. I guess Nat didn't think about that one.

A/N
Hello everyone. I really would love some suggestions on how to continue this story. If I don't have any suggestions or any ideas I'm a few days I will be discontinuing this book.
Lots of love,
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