Peter sat on top of the the Cyclone roller coaster, sides heaving,head pounding, and throat sore from the smoke he had just inhaled. He waited silently for someone to come find Liz's dad, a.k.a The Vulture, and the crates full of Avenger's tech. About 30 minutes later he saw a couple of FBI agents and Happy so he knew his job here was done. He swung off heading towards home. Everytime he'd swing from building to building a shooting pain went up his side. When he finally reached his apartment complex, he went through the window and landed on the top bunk. He took of his suit, putting on a gray t-shirt and blue pants. As he got down, his ribs started to hurt making it feel like they were being broken in half. He stood hunched over, his hands over his sides. He tried to call for Aunt May but he started to have a coughing fit. May hearing this rushed to his room but not before she grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. She opened his bedroom door and strictly said

"Peter, you know better than to eat without something to drink"

That's when she realized his coughing fit. She handed him the water, watching as he drank from it. She noticed how there was dried blood underneath his lip and forehead.

"What happened?" she asked as she felt his forehead.

It was burning hot.

"Nothing. I'm fine."

"You don't look fine. Your burning up. Go sit on the couch while I get you an ice pack. We'll finish this conversation later."

He followed her out of his room, going straight towards the couch, his sides hurting so much he had to lay down. After a couple of minutes, May finally came back with the ice pack.

"Oh my gosh, you look like a ghost. Peter I need to know what me the truth."

He knew he couldn't go and tell her he was SpiderMan so instead he said

"I got into a fight at homecoming."

Aunt May looked shocked.

"I know that you are better than that."

She sighed.

"Is there any place that hurts?"

"My ribs and my head."

He kept looking like he was getting worse with each word he spoke. Aunt May was getting worried. She got up from where she sat on the floor and went to the phone to call an ambulance. As she spoke, she kept looking back at her nephew making sure he wasn't getting any worse. When she was finished on the phone she sat back down and took his hand in hers.

"Everything is going to be okay."

She kissed his forehead and waited for the ambulance to come.