A/N: Wow! I got multiple requests to keep going on this story, I'm glad you all liked it so much. Unfortunately I have a lot of ideas bouncing around in my mind so chapters for The Unfortunate Effects of Electricity on the Human Body won't be out very soon. However I also got some suggestions for this story so I'll be carrying those out as soon as possible. Also, this is really short. Sorry about that.

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Peter Parker has woken up to mornings just like this one many a time. His entire body ached with a bone-deep soreness, but that was only the start of it. There were two stripes of skin on him, one across his back and the other that traveled around his waist that felt like they were on fire. The doctors had told him that they were 3rd degree burns and on top of that they were surrounded but deep 2nd degree burns. However this information eluded him in the few moments that he was encased in a lovely little cocoon of left over grogginess. Opening his eyes, he looked around the room and tried to remember just how he'd gotten in it. Above him hovered a large holographic screen with what he presumed was his vitals and blood pressure. There was a white nightstand to his right with a cup of water and a drab little lamp. In fact, the entire room was drab. Thankfully there were some decorations that Peter guessed were brought by his friends-

Oh dear lord.

Everything that had happened last time he was conscious slammed into his brain, but the most pressing memory was of him making a fool of himself and simultaneously revealing his identity to Eric Labelle and two nurses. Of course it was all hazy because of strong painkillers and sedatives that had messed him up enough to unintentionally endanger three innocent people. Well, sort of. Peter was half aware of what he was doing. had earned his trust quickly. With the blatant lack of spidey-sense combined with his quiet charisma allowed Spidey to determine that this was a man he could confide in. He wasn't so much regretting it as he feared the confrontation that was bound to happen sometime soon. He was still Eric's patient.

All Peter could do presently was take in the room he was bound to trapped in for an indefinite amount of time. He was still staring at the "gifts" from his team. There were little plushies of each of the superheroes. Along with the toys there was a little box of chocolates in the shape of a heart with a little note that said Spidey, don't eat these yet. Nova kept sneaking them in even though I told him you can't have chocolate, and below that, DON'T LISTEN TO HIM SPIDEY EAT THEM ALL. Smiling, he looked over at the cup of water with longing. He didn't want to try and drink it laying down but at the moment sitting up sounded impossible. He let out a long, suffering groan and practically dragged himself up. The pillows he rested on were already positioned so that he would comfortable lying down or sitting. Peter gave himself a minute to let the pain die down and reached over to the nightstand. He sighed as the cool water soothed his dry, itchy throat.

Urgh, he thought. What am I going to do about my spectacular identity reveal? Maybe I could run away to the circus. They'd love a spider man. Then he realized that he'd have to shovel elephant shit and that wasn't something he was willing to do. That and the fact that every time Peter thought of quitting the hero business, his Uncle Ben's face would remind him of his responsibility. He sighed again but this time heavier as he put the cup back in the nightstand and rubbed his face. His responsibility seemed to crush him, resting square on his shoulders and stifling him. It made his lungs hurt as he struggled to breathe and he felt like lying down forever and punching something at the same time. Back to the problem at hand, though, he'd put three more people in danger. What if Doc Oc or some other baddie went after them to try and figure out his name? A thousand more what-if's ran through his mind and left him nauseated.

Despite this, Peter wasn't sure he wouldn't do exactly what he did if given another chance. was a good man and he had a good feeling about the nurses for some reason. Wiggling back on his side, he realized just how tired he was. I better not be out of shape, he thought to himself. He pressed his cheek to the pillow and decided to leave it for another day. All he could do is rest up and try not to freak out or embarrass himself again. As Peter fell asleep, he focused on the good feeling that Eric and the nursed brought about. It felt good to have more people to confide in.

All he could do is hope nothing goes horribly wrong.

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A/N: Oh jeez okay so I'm going on vacation for a week, which means I won't have access to a computer for a while. I will be working on my stories, on a freaking notepad, but I won't be able to post or comfortably write anything for a week. I'm so sorry! I have SO MANY WIP's, some of which are for Daredevil and the Flash. I'll have an upcoming chapter for An Early Confession and The Unfortunate Effects of Electricity on the Human Body (other than this one), I also have a long one-shot in progress for Ant Man and another one for Noragami. Lastly, I have one in mind for Young Justice. There's a lot to work on and not enough time so I'll probably only be posting this story and one other, again, sorry!