I winced when I pressed the polysporin soaked cloth against my left side on my ribs where a long and uncomfortably deep gash ran. I used my empty hand to reach across the bed where all my medical supplies where spread out to grab my sewing kit. I took the rag off my stinging side to thread the needle before leaning over and forcing the needle through the skin I was holding together. I repeated the proccess until the wound was satisifactorily closed before I tied off the end and took a deep breath. I then turned to my smaller injuries wondering why the assholes robbing the jewelery store just had to carry knifes as back ups.
The main source of my worry was a cut that went diagonal across my right cheek with the upper end going up my nose slightly. It wasn't particularly deep or gruesome nor did it have the possibility of infection, but it was not going to be easy to cover up. As I climbed off my bed and began packing up my supplies, mindful of my side, I heard a knock at my one-room apartment door and nearly panicked. I hadn't changed, was still covered in blood, and handn't gotten around to showering so I could pick out glass and clean up my cuts. I decided to go with not home excuse and held perfectly still so not to notify the visitor of her presence.
"Sakura?" I cursed silently at the voice of my boyfriend. I knew he'd wait around at my front door until I 'came home', so she made a fast decision. I shot webs up on the ceiling and used them to pull myself up off the ground and swing myself across the room to my nightstand where I placed my medical kit. I then set myself down on my bed slowly and let the exhaustion take myself over ignoring my boyfriend's calls. He definitly wasn't as important as my sleep at the moment.
2 Hours Earlier
I lied in my bed, listening to my iPod with headphone and using the other ear to listen to the police radio in my hand. It was rather quiet today, nothing that would need my help, when I suddenly heard the announcement of a robbery going on in a jewelery store and there were hostages. The word hostages had barely been spoken when I leapt from my bed and ripped open the chest at the end of my bed yanking out my suit. I stripped and after quickly wrappeding my chest I pulled on my suit and ran to the window throwing it open and leaping from it. I shot webs out that attached to the building across from mine and moved quickly towards the jewelery store's location.
When I landed on the ground in front of the store I glanced back at the cops once before darting to the side of the building. The number one mistake I found criminals made was checking to make sure the building was secure so side and back entrances were usually my ticket inside. As I slipped down the alley beside the building I grinned at the sight of a side door that looked easily breakable. I glanced around the alley before spotting a crow bar with empty crates. I grabbed the crow ba and used it to pry open the door since it would be quieter than me kicking it open.
When the door swung open I stepped inside the building with the crow bar in hand. I gripped it tighter when I heard a woman scream and picked up my pace moving through the back storage room towards the front room. Once I stood in the doorway to the front room I saw all the thugs turned away from me facing the cops screaming at them to back off or the woman the one thug held in his arms at gun point would die.
A plan came to me quickly and using webs I yanked the two thugs guns away surprising them. They turned around, the one still holding the woman, and upon seeing me frantically dug into their pockets producing knives. I narrowed my eyes when the man without a hostage snatched up a young boy off the ground from his mothers arms where the rest of the hostages were huddled against the register counter.
He grinned at me as he traced the knife against he boys throat slowly. "I hear you've got a soft spot for civilians spidy. Guess that includes cute little kids who ain't got nothing to do with things. You let us leave, we let everyone live." I didn't believe a word he said and shot webs on the ceiling and tried to wing myself across to him but was intercepted when the thug with the lady chucked his knife at me causing me to have to drop to the floor to dodge it. I then sprinted towards the man with the kid and knife, throwing a web at the now unarmed theif to tie him to the wall. The kid struggled and I could tell the theif was panicking.
At the last minute he shoved the kid at me and I had to leap over the boy as not to hurt him leaving me open. When I was coming back to the ground the theif slashed with his knife cutting my side. I hissed but turned around to fight him anyways, attempting to use my webs to pull the knife out of his hands. He lashed out at me again with the knife this time cutting from the bridge of my nose diagonal across my right cheek. It stung, but the concern for the civilians was overriding any pain I would have felt leaving only a slight discomfort when I was injured.
I threw several punches at him and back him towards the front of the store where I pressed him all the way to the glass front show window. I decided then and there he wasn't going to just give up so I dove at him smashing us both into the window that gave under out combined weight. The glass cut my skin hurt but I focused on keeping him pinned while hearing the sound of boots thudding as they ran closer. I moved out of the way as the cops hauled him up off the ground and then went inside the building to arrest the other theif.
I let out a long breath, attempting to slow my heartbeat. I was brought back to reality when I heard a call of, "Spiderman!" The little boy from eariler came sprinting up to me and I turned to him and forced myself to smile. I knelt down to his height and ruffled his hair when he stopped right in front of me. "Thank you for saving me!" Moments later his mother appeared and swept him up into a tight embrace that I couldn't help but simile at. I had always found little kids cute especially when with their parents since I'd never been to close with mine.
With tears in her eyes she looked at me and whispered in a teary voice, "Thank you for saving us. Especially my little Tommy." I nodded, unable to speak. I knew that if I spoke my, difficultly admitted, high voice would give away my real gender and too many sexist jerks would attempt to do my job for me thinking it was something only a man could do. That was why I went with being 'Spiderman'. It was weird to be seen as a man by everyone who knew about me, but it wasn't a big sacrifice.
When the adrenaline high disappeared I let out a sharp hiss and glanced down at my side while pressing my left hand to it to try and slow the blood flow. "Oh my, let's get you to a paramedic!" the woman exclaimed, but I shook my head and quickly turned away from her before shooting webs onto the nearest building and swinging off back towards my apartment.
Just another day in the life of a cities only hero, 'Spiderman'.
A/N: Just another story from the evil plot bunny. Let me know what you think please as well as where you'd like to see this story, because other than a vague idea I have no idea where to take this.