Tony had tried to convince him that he should be a 'friendly neighborhood Spiderman.' Peter, however would have none of that. Peter was already convinced himself that if he could prove his worth to Mr. Stark, he would become an Avenger. Did he plan on finishing High School? Well, it depended on if he had to save the world first. Peter was WAY past high school already.
Peter Parker sat on the ledge of a skyscraper, looking down on the city. Lights twinkled as people rushed around, doing who knows what. It was eight o'clock and already pitch black.
"Hey Karen, do you think I'm good enough to be an Avenger?" Peter asked his AI. "I do not give out personal opinions, however your stats are certainly very high." Karen replied. Peter grinned at the reply. "Thanks Karen." "You are welcome Peter."
Peter leaned forwards and peeked over the edge of the building and wiggled his feet. That was a long way down. He wondered if he fell if he could shoot out a web fast enough and catch himself. He was slightly tempted to try…
The teens thoughts were interrupted by Karen. "Incoming call from Mr. Stark." Tony's face appeared in Peters mask. "Hey Mr. Stark, need anything?" Peter asked. "Hey kiddo, was wondering how the patrol was going." Peter blinked in surprise. He had thought that Mr. Stark had needed something, not that he just called to see how things were going.
"I…uh…things are pretty quiet here Mr. Stark I haven't been able to do much." Peter replied. Mr. Stark nodded. "Well let's hope things stay that way Pete. Oh! I was wondering…" Tony was interrupted by a "Hang on," from Peter. "I'm so sorry Mr. Stark, I gotta go, there's something happening. Karen, end call." Said the frantic boy. Peter shot a web at the opposing building and swung onto a billboard sign. He peered into an alley and saw a woman being cornered by three men wielding knives. Alright them, easy enough task. Peter swung down and easily landed between the woman and the men. "Run!" he shouted at her. Following instructions quickly, she wobbled off in her high heels as fast as she could, phone out, hopefully calling the police.
One of the men, who appeared to be the leader smirked at Peter. "Hi Spiderman." He scoffed through his black mask. "You know me?" Exclaimed Peter sarcastically. "I'm truly honored." He shot a web to the alley wall and swung into the first man, kicking him in the chest and webbing him up quickly. He looked around for the other two, and saw a fist flying towards his face. He ducked the blow and returned with an uppercut and a quick round house kick, which pinned the assailant to the alley wall. "Web grenade!" Peter shouted. The webbing flew at the man and stuck him right where he stood.
The third man had more time to collect himself and came at Peter like crazy, slashing his knife everywhere. None of his stabs or slashes hit their mark however, the Spider was too fast. Three punches to the face brought the robber down and Peter quickly finished the job by webbing him up. Peter wiped his hands together. A job well done, or so he thought.
"Huh?" Peter murmured as his Spidey senses began going haywire. Suddenly a pain exploded in Peter's side. "Ahhhh!" Peter cried out as he looked down. A dagger was imbedded deep within his side. Peter gasped in pain, his heart rate speeding up. So this was what being stabbed felt like.
Peter looked up and saw a man taking off down the alley way, assortments of throwing knives on his belt. He looked back down, dizzy and saw blood dribbling down the steel handle of the blade. 'What do I do now?' Peter thought, his mind hazy. 'I pull it out, right? No, that's for bullet wounds. Wait what? I might need stiches. Mr. Stark. Mr. Stark.' Peter's brain was all fuzzy, he had no idea what was happening. Suddenly, Karen's voice cut through the dark haze.
"Peter, you have sustained a stab wound, which has nicked your spleen. You have lost a severe amount of blood and need immediate medical attention. Contacting Mr. Stark now." Peter blinked. "No don't…don't bother…him." Peter gasped. His knees suddenly felt extremely weak and the ground felt enticingly comfortable. "Peter, you must stay conscious." Karen said. Peter looked down at the dagger and wiped some blood from the handle. It was so red. Fascinating.
"Peter, I need you to use some of your web formula to create a bandage around the knife, can you do that?" Karen's voice sounded concerned, if an AI could. The part of Peter's brain left that was still logical, understood. Peter, who was somehow still standing, brought his two middle fingers to his web shooters and shakily sprayed some formula around the entrance point of the weapon. Exhausted from that effort, the teen collapsed on the cold, alley way floor, hoping for someone to save him.
Oh poor Peter! I'll upload the next chapter really soon. Tell me what you guys think so far by leaving a review! I'm going to bed now cause I'm tired. Goodnight my beautiful people