#my hamd hurts this the last one bye

[1ndivara]

Apollo Mantikos!!

He is dressed and ready, to purify you of your human sins and other acts that merit absolution. And various other prophetic, priestly duties<3

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[a-black-pegasus]

Stitches of Webs

FEAR with Spiderman and reader borrower

WARNINGS: blood, pain, fear, kinda hospital like, needles, (although we don't see them used) stitches, (same like needles) a wound, pain killers.

Ok I think that's all....enjoy!

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You screamed!

A piercing pain shot through your side, all you had been trying to do was get out of the way as a fight raged on outside of your alley. A human in a red suit was practiclly thrown at you, as you ducked away from a piece of falling rubble, his hand came down pushing you against nail. The nail scraped down your side from your waist to your thigh, making a long angry gash.

You crumpled to the ground, and sobbed as tears sprung to your eyes. Blood came treaking out at an alarmingly fast pace. You were going to die, alone in a dirty alley.

***

Peter heard the shriek.

And he felt his hand touch something alive, and moving.

It didn't take long to piece together that he had hurt someone. He grunted as he pushed himself from the wall, and looked over. What he saw made his stomach clench. A tiny person on the ground in a pool of blood.

"Oh man oh man oh man...! Mr. Stark!" He yelled over the communicators. "Did we win yet?"

He could practically hear the eye roll in Mr. Starks voice. "Yeah kid. We're wrapping it up now." There was a moment of silence, but then Mr. Stark continued, concern evident in his voice. "Kid are you ok? Where are you? Do you need a trip to the emergency room?"

Peter shook his head even though Stark wasn't there. "No...I'm fine. I—I got to go!" He turned off his audio, and scooped his hand around them. Raising his hand, he rolled them on their side in his hand, and aimed. A stream of silver webbing came out, and blocked the wound.

"Hold on little buddy." With a leap, he vrabbed onto the side of the wall and made his way out if the alley for home.

***

You blacked out as fingers came around you. Your last thought had been that even if you did die, it would have been better than whatever the human had in store for you.

It was warm when you woke up. Your head spun, although you hadn't even opened your eyes yet. Mearly laying there, you took in your surroundings. The surface you were on was soft and squishy... You were surrounded by it, and there was little light. A throbbing pain persisted in your side.

Groaning, you pushed yourself to your arms. The effort left you trembling with weakness, but you pushed on, and pulled yourself out of what turned out to be a blanket.

It took only seconds to see the human, and even less time for the memories to come flooding back...

***

You woke up shaking, and sweaty, your clothes slightly warm, and sticky, a shadow fell over you. When you turned your head all you saw was the face of a human. He bent over you a needle in hand, and a bottle of clear liquid in the other. He noticed your eyes had opened, and saw the panick.

"No hey, little guy its ok—"

"What, what are you doing..?" You quivered. Your eyed darted around the white, and grey room. Terrifying looking machines stood around the open space. On the cool surface you were layed on, sharp tools were lined up neatly beside you.

Your hands shook visibly as you held them up, a your only defense against the giant. "St-stay away fr-from me!" You whimpered. The humans face frowned, his lips tightened into a line.

"Hey, it's going to be ok! Bruce is going to help you!" Your head jerked over. It was another human, this one was younger and a boy, but they wore a familiar red suit.... you sucked in a breath and winced. He was the superhero that had caused you to rip your side against a nail.

"I...it's. y-you..!" Fight and flight instincts kicked in, rolling to your stomach, you attempted to drag yourself away. A hand blocked your path before you had even made it a foot away.

"Please, I don't want you to hurt yourself..." His mouth moved, but words did not register with you. Your breathing quickened.

"No, N-No..!" You pushed yourself up on your knees, and moaned. Warmth pulsed out of your side, and your side felt warmer. Slumping back down, you could see out of the corner of your peripheral vision hands, and needles coming towards you. Tears leaked out of your eyes, and you knew no more.....

***

"Hey are you ok....?" It was the boy from before. He looked at you from across the room. Your breathing quickened once more, as your eyes swept around. It was not the room from before, but a bedroom; with blue walls, dark wood furniture, and a bed covered in grey and white bed clothes. You guessed that you were on a desk, if the laptop was anything to go by.

He set his book aside, and came over slowly to you. "Hey,....easy there. I'm sorry I didn't see you..." He bit his lip, and pulled the chair out. "My name's Peter. Can,.. can you tell me your name?"

You shuddered. You felt like a wreck. "(Y-y/N)"

"(Y/N), cool name." He figeted slightly. "So, um.. we fixed you up. You were to small to use the skin graft machine, but we gave you stitches.."

Your hand went to your side automatically and tugged up a shirt. Your side had tiny stitches in it, twelve. Your thumb ran across the hem of the shirt. It was not your shirt... These weren't your clothes. Biting your cheek you looked up to Peter.

"Oh um,..." His face turned pink. "I wasn't there, Bruce gave you new clothes." He added hastily.

You covered your face. "Oh great..." You whined. To your shame Peter chuckled.

"Well, are you ok?" He set his hand on the wood. "You're so small..."

"I'm aware of that." You snapped. You stiffened. "I'm ss-orry I meant—" Cowering, you ducked your head as Peter's hand came up to you. You waited, and nearly jumped out of your skin as he touched your back.

"I'm not gonna hurt you. I promise, before was an accident." Peter traced a circle on your back, and slowly when you realized he really wasn't hurting you, you brought your head up. He smiled. "Does anything hurt?"

"My... My head is pounding."

"Do you need, like a pain pill?" He offered.

You squinted. "What?"

"Dr. Banner said to keep an eye on you, and to make sure I kept your pain level down." He opened a drawer, and pulled out a small pack of pills. "He said you can have a fourth of one of these every four hours. So all I have to do is give it to you."

"Ok..."

Peter grinned, and tore a pill open, and easily snapped it in half, and then less easily snapped it again. "Here."

You took the pill, and gagged it down. "That's terrible!...." You blinked.

"Yeah I know." Peter agreed. "One time, we were fighting these alien things, and I got a giant piece of spear in my side. They gave me three of these!"

"Hmm.... Really?"

He smirked. "Yeah." Peter grabbed a water bottle and unscrewed the top, handing you the cap full with water. "Here, do you...— woah!"

He had attempted to hand it to you, but it fell limp in your arms.

"Here." He placed his finger under your arms. Normally you would have protested, but your head felt fuzzy. You shook your head. It wasn't like you were falling asleep...it was like your muscles were. Together the two of you managed to get water down your throat.

Hazzily you processed that he had taken it away. "Thanks...."

"It's no problem." Peter looked at you for a moment. "Um, (Y/N)? Are you still with us?'"

You shook your head. "Sure?"

"Huh?" Peter questioned confused.

There was a knock on the door, amd Bruce came in. "Hey I came to see if they were awake yet." He looked over at you and Laughed. "Oh boy... I'm guessing you have them the pain killer."

Peter gestured to you. "This is (Y/N), and yes— are they supposed to be like this?"

"Yes." He smiled. "It's basically morphine. Just pill edition. Well," he stepped over. "Its a pleasure to meet you (Y/N)." He crouched down and ran his fingers over you checking your injuries, you dimly registered it. "I was going to check their responses, but I can see that would be futile."

"Sorry..." Peter apologized.

Bruce waved his hand, and backed away from you. "It's fine. Just make sure you keep an eye on them, alright Peter?"

"Alright Dr. Banner."

Bruce sighed. "Alright well, there's gonna be a meeting over that fight... I gotta go. I'll see you two later. Bye." He left the room closing the door with a thud.

"Well," Peter turned back to you. "What do you want to do?"

You hummed. "Sleep!" You said louder than intended. "Sleep."

He snorted. "Alright." Peter watched you settle back down. He moved his hamd back over to you and pulled yhe blanket up. As he moved it away you snagged onto his finger.

"Stay...please?"

Peters lips twitched. "Alright."

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Well it's got an ok ending

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