A/N (Sorry for the length): Hi! I should probably be working on another story, but it is summer so I'll have a lot of time to work on it. Anyway, I was re-watching Ultimate Spider-Man, episode 7, and after watching 10 seasons of Grey's Anatomy I am more aware that Peter was left unscathed, which is very odd. Zzzax is pure energy, and after being shocked by pure energy even a superhero with accelerated healing would have some symptoms of electrical shocks (not to be confused with electrocution, which is death by electric shock). So I did some research (and came across pictures of burns I didn't want to see but I suffered through anyway) and I can't let it go. So enjoy some whump and also probably not very accurate medical…things. It starts off near the end of the episode.

WARNING: I AM NOT A DOCTOR. I AM NOT MEDICALLY TRAINED AND DO NOT CLAIM TO BE.

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"I won't let you down," Mary Jane said.

"I know you won't," Spider-Man replied, watching her go. He shot a web at a nearby building and swung off.

oO-Oo

Spidey's head hurt along with the rest of his aching, throbbing, bruised body. The fight with Zzzax left him tired and irritated. What a stupid name, he thought as he swung off the building, bunching up and flexing his muscles. He still had to make an oral and written report to Fury and receive whatever punishment the director was going to dish out because of his 'inability to keep collateral damage to a minimum'.

"Stupid Fury…stupid homework…at least M.J. got a good video," he muttered angrily under his breath. Even the soothing cold wind and the beautiful view of his hometown didn't help his mood. The towering skyscrapers with sunlight glinting off them usually made him feel at home but after a fight with pure energy, he just wanted to go to sleep. His head felt like it was full of cotton and gave a particularly bad throb. His chest hurt and his entire torso was burning like a bitch. As soon as Peter was done with his report, he was going to take a nice long shower.

The spider leaped onto SHIELD HQ, wincing as it jarred the wounds he wasn't able to take a look at yet. His suit felt like it was stuck to his skin and as the left over adrenaline wore off, his back hurt more and more. Shaking off the bad feeling he had about it, he began to navigate toward Fury's office.

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"…And then Zzzax was defeated and the Hulk was let go. So far SHIELD has no reason to apprehend the Hulk, and there are no reports on findings of Zzzax." Peter finished his report, feeling faint. He rubbed at his chest and quickly stopped when it was hot to the touch. He bit his lip to keep from yelping and waiting for Fury to dismiss him. The director was looking at him oddly, narrowing his eyes in what seemed like concern, but Spider-Man brushed off that thought as quickly as it came. 'Worried' was not something that the man was, especially about Spider-Man.

He spoke after a moment, "Alright Spider-Man. You're dismissed. Report to the med bay for an examination ASAP."

"What? No, I'm fine. I have to get home and do my home- er some important stuff," the term 'homework' just seemed so juvenile, "Trust me, I'm good." Fury raised his eyebrows. "Really, I feel great. Like I could run a marathon. Seriously. I'm better than fine." He touched his toes as if to show that he was 'better than fine' and regretted it instantly. He straightened much to quickly to seem casual, and that hurt too. "See? No need for med bay or anything, so I'm just gonna go…"

"It wasn't a question."

Hearing the irritated and potentially dangerous tone, Spidey deflated and turned, heading off to the med bay. As he walked down the halls, his vision doubled and tripled. He stumbled into the wall and rubbed his temples, letting out a groan. Hooray for mild concussions, he thought and started walking again. His stomach flip-flopped and threatened to expel its contents all over the flawless floor but he managed to keep his measly breakfast down. Peter practically collapsed onto the bed closest to him and waited for a doctor to help him. His vision began to darken around the same time that a tall blonde man approached him. He wore a white coat and dark blue scrubs and had kind green eyes.

"Spider-Man, right? I'm Dr. Eric Labelle." His voice was soft. "Can you tell me why you're here?"

"Fury sent me here after a fight with Zzzax. Y'know, the guy that's made out of pure energy," he sounded bitter even to himself.

"Sounds fun," he said with a sympathetic smile. "Let's get you checked out." Eric asked him questions like 'Are you allergic to any medication' or 'How many walls were you thrown through or at'. Peter got the feeling that walls were the source of many wounds on many battered superheroes. He poked and prodded and checked and double-checked everything including his vitals, his accelerated healing rate, his coordination, and had two different consultants. They murmured and speculated about a lot of things that Peter didn't really understand and used long words and many acronyms. His heartbeat was checked and checked again and recorded. Eric looked worried after a while and decided it was time to peel off the suit and send him to his room.

"Take off your suit, please." Normally, Spidey would make a joke about wanted to be asked to dinner first, but exhaustion dragged him down, and he had an essay to write. So he pulled at his suit and heard a ripping noise. Looking down, he saw that instead of pulling on it, he'd begun to rip it. Sighing, he ignored the doctor raising his eyebrows and trying not to laugh as he held a standard hospital gown. He pulled the two flaps of fabric apart. Then, he reached his waist, pulled and-

Ow. Ow.

Pain exploded where he met resistance and traveled up through the rest of his body, leaving his fingertips tingling. His vision turned white and he tried to muffle his scream by biting his lip hard. Sure, he had regrets that he thought about but never before had he so sorely wished he hadn't done something. When he had pulled on his suit, it felt like he was pulling on his skin. Oh god, he thought, did it…? He wasn't able to fully develop his train of thought through the pain and encroaching darkness that threatened to swallow him up. Peter tasted blood and heard calling for the burn squad. His chest suddenly felt like it was being crushed, and he fell back onto the cool sheets under him. Labelle lunged forward and felt for a pulse.

"I need a crash cart in here, now!" The world around him fell away until it was just him and the doctor, and even that faded away until the sweet release of the darkness took him. On the other hand, Dr. Labelle was running every single piece of information he knew about burns through his mind. Thinking quickly, he laced his fingers together, placing his hands on top of each other and started to pump the superhero's chest. Counting in his head, he looked over to the nurses. He ordered them to charge up the defibrillator and yelled, "Clear!" Spidey's chest heaved up, but there was no change. "Charge again," he shocked the superhero again, waiting for a rhythm. He stared up at the holographic screen and was able to breathe again when it showed a stable pulse.* However, Spider-Man was still unconscious.

Alright, Labelle thought to himself, if Spidey fought with pure energy then he must have gotten shocked. That explains the ventricular fibrillation. The other effect of electrical shock is burning because of electrical resistance. Judging from his reaction when he tried to take off his suit near the waist, he has severe burns and his suit melted to the skin. Rubbing his face, he realized that the arachnid's chest had what looked like deep second degree burns. He turned toward the nurses hovering around Spider-Man and said, "Let's run some tests, see if his accelerated healing did its job. Someone alert that we have a burn victim and he'll need to do a skin graft."

oO-Oo

Sam, Ava, Danny, and Luke were coming back from training when a small group of nurses almost barreled into them. Luke snagged the last one and almost regretted it once he saw the angry, disbelieving look on him. Another nurse, a woman that was presumably his friend, stayed behind with him.

"Uh, what the hell are you doing? I need to go. I'm a nurse," the man said, speaking slowly as if talking to a child. He seemed to not care if the person he was talking to was two and a half heads taller than him and had super strength.

"We're trying to save lives," his friend said.

Danny tried to defuse the situation, "We apologize," he shot a look at Luke, "We were just curious as to why you were running, friends."

The woman's expression softened a bit and the man's eyebrows rose. They both winced but only the woman spoke this time, "I'm Ally and this is Tyler. We were called to the OR to assist on operation on a superhero…" She trailed off and looked hesitant.

"Well? Which superhero?" Sam prompted. Ava elbowed him in the side but kept her eyes on the two nurses.

"Spider-Man."

For a moment or two, it was utterly silent. Then the irrational teenage side of the superheroes took over and they began to talk (more accurately yelled) over each other.

"What the hell did he do this time I swear-"

"-us where is the spider right n-"

"- you sure you're operating on Web Head-"

"-ell me you're joking or I swear I'll-"

"Alright! If you would just be quiet, mature adults," Tyler said, not knowing that they were all still in high school, "We can lead you to the waiting room where I believe that will be able to tell you what you want to know." The four teens looked at each other and decided, as a team, that this was the best course of action.

"Lead us to this Labelle person," Ava said, looking grim but determined. The nurses nodded and turned back where they had originally been heading, walking quickly and purposefully. Despite the trip being relatively short, it felt like hours to the young superheroes. Navigating the steel passages seemed to take much too long and left too much time to think. They were all worried and panicking slightly, hoping for the best but not ready to prepare for the worst.

Spider-Man was strong, even if he was still in school. Even if he still lived with his aunt. Then again, that was precisely why he was so powerful. His parents were gone at such a young age and his uncle died a tragic, sudden death. Regardless of all his loses, Spidey had managed to stay a good person. A great person. He saved the lives of people that hated him and gracefully ignored the angry jabs that Jameson made at him. His loyalty was both his strength and his downfall. He wanted to save everyone and couldn't stand to lose a single person whether they are good or bad. It was a miracle Peter hadn't gotten himself killed. Even if he was still alive, he made a lot of enemies. Dangerous enemies that, unlike him, didn't give a flying rat's ass whether or not they killed innocent people. In fact, a lot of the baddies that seemed to love to go after the spider are particularly assassin-y. Stupid Web Head had to go and be a hero and make enemies. Thankfully, he also made very good friends to keep him strong.

That is precisely why hearing that he was in surgery was so jarring. It felt like someone had whipped the floor out from under their feet. Everything that happened after Ally had said that Spider-Man, their Spidey, was in surgery was surreal. Like a bad fever dream that they couldn't wake up from. That feeling only got worse when they arrived at the barren waiting room that had an unforgiving vibe. There was a tall, skinny, and blonde doctor waiting there. He turned toward the stoic heroes and nurses (there was no real difference, one group wore spandex and the other scrubs, but they both saved lives) and gave a tired smile.

"Hello. I'm and I'll be operating on Spider-Man soon…I'm guessing you're his team? I'm also guessing that you have questions. Go ahead." In hindsight, that was not a very smart decision. It merely began a barrage of rapid-fire questions.

"What's wrong with Spi-"

"- serious? Of course it is, it's surgery-"

"-o you require any spiritual assist-"

"Not again," groaned Ally.

"Again?" Asked Eric. Tyler nodded and sighed and prepared to yell over the cacophony that showed how worried the team was. However, it wasn't necessary when White Tiger managed to shut up the endless questions after realizing that it was getting them nowhere. She threatened to step on Luke's feet again when he tried to speak and had the decency to look guilty.

"Sorry. We're just…worried."

"It's fine, I know how scary surgery can sound, but I can assure you that this one has a very low risk. We'll just be checking out his burns and doing some skin grafts. No, it isn't that serious, but that's only because our main issue is the fact that the shocks caused ventricular fib…rill…" Eric trailed off when he realized that only the nurses seemed to understand a word he was saying. Backtracking, he explained, "Spider-Man and the Hulk faced off against a villain named Zzzax, a being of pure energy. Over the course of the fight Spider-Man was shocked electrically, which made the muscles in his heart move independently instead of together. This is called ventricular fibrillation. Luckily, his accelerated healing and heightened general stamina along with the fact that his body was in shock kept him alive and awake until pain triggered a pulse that was irregular on a higher scale than before. The pain was caused when he attempted to pull off his suit because it was melted into his skin at the waist. Spider-Man has 2nd degree to 3rd degree burns on his entire torso and 1st degree burns on his fists, presumably from punching Zzzax."

The superheroes stayed quiet after his spiel until Iron Fist spoke up, "Thank you, ." His friends nodded and stood awkwardly for a moment until Nova went to sit on the bench, rubbing his temples.

"I have to go now, but I'll keep you updated." Luke nodded and sat next to Sam, with Danny at his right and Ava on Sam's left. The nurses and Eric turned toward the OR and stepped in, shutting the door behind them with a click.

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Honestly, after the first four hours, Eric had expected the superheroes to disperse. But no, they were all still outside, sitting huddled close together on the uncomfortable chairs in the waiting room. It was getting pretty late, and he was only halfway through the operation. Spider-Man had held strong throughout the entire time, pulse steady and the rest of his vitals looking good. Thankfully his superhuman healing had kept his heart from giving out again. In fact, the muscle seemed relatively healthy and allowed Labelle and Joshua Arren, the plastics specialist, to repair the damage done by the suit melting with the skin and dress the 2nd degree burns. Again, Spidey's healing would save him from another usually inevitable side effect of electrical burns. Scars.

A normal human being, or even a superhero that lacked accelerated healing, would have huge scars where the 3rd degree burns were: across his back and circling his thin waist. The skin would usually contract and tighten where the burn is and left the victim with possible inabilities to move in certain ways. Plus, healing usually takes eight weeks, or more, but Peter was most likely going to be healed in half the time. In fact, his hands were completely healed. Unfortunately, his healing factor would not be quick enough to save him from the pain, itching, and tingling that came with burns.

Eric stretched his neck and put down his tools, turning away from the vulnerable spider to report to the team outside. The clock read 12:16, the numbers staring at him and threatening to make the aches in his joints noticeable but he shook off his exhaustion and opened the door to the waiting room. He opened his mouth to give a short yet informative report but stopped as he took in the scene before him. The team of superheroes were leaning against each other the previously unused and stiff benches, fast asleep. They looked as though they hadn't meant to fall asleep, seeing as they were sitting up. The doctor gave a small smile before retreating back into the operating room and getting back to work.

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Peter Parker was having a shit day. Even hovering between being conscious and floating in the warm darkness of sleep, he knew that his day had gone worse than usual. That was saying quite a lot because any normal day was a crap day, but judging by the dull fire licking at his back and waist and the throbbing in his temples that became sharper and sharper, it had been especially bad. That's why he tried to fall back under the gentle waves of sleep that were pulling away from him against his will. Sighing internally, he decided to take on being awake slowly and acknowledged each sense one at a time.

His mouth tasted like yesterday's scrambled eggs and apple juice and generally like morning breath.

He could hear soft chatter. The voices sounded familiar and comforting to him. A heart monitor beeped in his ears and there was a faint drip drop somewhere to his left.

Peter could vaguely smell disinfectant and Danny's incense. The smell of freshly washed sheets and medicine wafted up into his nose.

His fingers brushed said sheets, which were soft, and his aching head was on a soft pillow. Cool air, probably from the air conditioner, brushed his forehead. He could feel his mask still on and a hospital gown. It was no doubt an odd combination. He could feel gauze all over his chest and back.

Opening his eyes was a small battle within itself, but he managed to make them flutter open seconds after he heard someone (Sam?) say 'I think he's waking up.' The moment his eyes focused, pain washed over him and made him snap his eyes closed, eyebrows scrunching. His waist burned and so did his back, but it also itched like a bitch (Hey, that rhymed, thought the part of his mind that wasn't momentarily overwhelmed with agony). In fact, his entire torso hurt, but to a lesser extent. The difference wasn't all that big, though. Thankfully after a moment it died down to a manageable level. He opened his eyes again and saw that his team was hovering over him.

"Welcome back to the world of the living," Luke said.

"Uuuuurgh," Peter replied ever so eloquently. There was some shuffling to his left, fabric on fabric, and then the gentle dripping of what he now knew was his IV became quicker.

"Does that feel better?" Asked after he adjusted the dosage.

"Uh, yeah. What happened after…um…?" It was difficult to remember what happened before he fell into the deep sleep he was longing for at the moment. His hand, the one without the arm that had the IV, came up to rub his temples. Then it all came back, the fight with Zzzax and the unfathomable pain when he tried to take off his suit. "Oh! What happened after I passed out, ?"

"Okay first, don't call me , it makes me feel old. Eric is fine," Spider-Man smiled from behind his mask, "Well, Spider-Man, your suit melted into your skin at the waist," Peter shuddered, "And when you tugged on it, the pain caused your already irregular pulse to go completely haywire. You hadn't realized the extent of your injuries because you were in shock. Once I got a stable heartbeat, I called our plastics specialist to help with skin grafting." Spidey lay there for a moment and processed the information. Then he got restless and folded his elbows under him and tried to sit up. He got about ¼ of the way there before his arms gave out and a strip of skin wrapping around his lower torso screamed at him to stop. Seeing stars, he flopped back onto the bed. "Whoa! You could just ask for help once in a while."

"Don't count on it," said Ava.

"He has some issues with help," agreed Luke. Danny nodded, too.

"It's really annoying," complained Sam.

Peter sighed, "Thanks guys, I'm really feeling the love. Now will you help me sit up?" Danny and Luke reached out and gently helped him lean back on the fluffy pillows behind him. He nodded in thanks and breathed out, trying to get the fire across his back to die down. "How long do I have to stay here?"

"As long as Eric says so, Spider-Man." The stern voice of Director Fury cut in. Everyone in the room turned toward the door, where said director was leaning.

"But-"

"'But' nothing."

"No, 'but' something. What do I tell my aunt? What about school? And patrol!" Eric raised his eyebrows. He'd never met someone who talked back to Fury, but the man didn't seem angry enough to reverse all of the work the healer put into the spider-themed hero.

Fury didn't look amused. "Spider-Man, who do you think I am? I'll have some agents take care of it."

"Yeah, Spidey, seriously. What are we, chopped liver?" Ava said. "We can handle patrol until you're running on all cylinders." Peter looked as if he wanted to say something stupid like 'I can't let you do that'. Or something all guilt-ridden and hero-y. He has a guilt complex bigger than the Tricarrier, after all, which was also why his loyalty was so deadly. Despite this, he kept his mouth shut relaxed into his pillows. He had a soft, medicated smile on him and his eyes were beginning to wander the room.

"Alright. Okay. Just promise to check dark alleys for muggers and stuff." He relented. The team looked surprised and maybe a little concerned, but Peter's painkillers were really kicking in now. They were pretty strong and if he had to guess they were also paired with a sedative. So, he lay down on his side to avoid rubbing the burn on his back. He faced the doctor, Fury, and his team.

And then he took off his mask. The room was deathly silent. Eric clenched his eyes shut after a second.

"Whoa! Warn a man, would you?" Said Labelle.

"Yew c'n call meee…Peter," he slurred. These are great, he thought, referring to the painkillers.

"Are you sure there's no brain damage?" Someone asked but Peter couldn't see, he'd closed his eyes. Wait, when did he do that?

"Yes, certain." Was that Eric? Probably. It sounded like him. Maybe.

Spidey's eyes fluttered open and he waved his hand around languidly. He almost knocked something over. "Ish fine. I trusht yew." At that moment, Ally and Tyler decided to bustle in, probably to check on their patient. Upon entering the room, they both saw that Peter was without his mask. Tyler's shriek was muffled by Ally's hand when she slapped it on his face and used the other one to cover his eyes. She'd snapped her eyes closed and grinned nervously and started to back out of the room.

"Heh. Sorry. We'll- uh- be back," she said. She stopped when she heard the very, very medicated Peter laughing.

"Wah- whatever…ish okeh. I don' mind."

"Uh huh. Well, if I may interrupt, I didn't come to visit Spider-Man," said Fury, "SHIELD and Stark teamed up to develop a new suit for you, same design but it'll help keep you from…melting again." This prompted another round of giggling from Spidey. When he came back down, he would be so embarrassed. But, not worried. After all the doctor and nurses present saved his life.

"Okie dokie." His eyes closed again, so he couldn't see who snickered but it was probably everyone. He was asleep again in no time, not allowing the nurses to process anything,

He did, though, give his team the opportunity to turn toward the medically trained people in the room. The four teens loomed over them menacingly.

Ava was the first to speak, "You three know what this means right? Knowing Spidey's identity?" Her claws twitched.

Sam followed up, "Spidey's trust is hard-earned and it took us a looong time to loosen him up." His glare was undeterred by his helmet.

"So, you had better take care of him. Don't make our hard work for nothing," Luke said. He flexed his arms subtly.

Danny's hands glowed slightly, "Or we will have to exact our revenge." Tyler and Ally looked about ready to pass out but Eric just smiled softly at them. Seeing the intense protectiveness that the team possessed reassured him that he wouldn't be seeing Peter as a patient any time soon.

"You don't have to worry. I'll do my absolute best to heal him if he ever needs it." As a group, they turned toward the nurses who frantically nodded. Satisfied that they'd gotten their message across, the 4 heroes turned back toward their sleeping friend. They sat around his bed and starting talking in low tones. Labelle shuffled out of the room with the nurses in tow and shut the door quietly.

Outside, the nurses slumped against each other. "Holy crap," said Tyler, "They're frickin' terrifying!"

"I don't know, I think they're just really fond of Spidey."

Inside, Sam, Danny, Ava, and Luke all were keeping a close eye on the spider they surrounded.

"He really is an idiot, isn't he?"

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A/N: Ugh. Urgh. Hnnn. *flops around* I didn't know how to end this, seriously. I'm actually proud of how long this is. It took me a while, and I wrote most of it at like 11 pm but I think it's good. I hope. Anyway, sorry again for the lame ending. Oh yeah, and I know that he's been shocked worse before and will be shocked a lot worse later on in the series but I chose this episode…so whatevs. Also, Eric Labelle, Ally, and Tyler are all mine.

* I am not a doctor. I am not a doctor. Don't take my word for anything.