Chief William sighed as he looked up the smoldering remains of the building. Wondering where exactly his extra hands went. He could have sworn that he was still around, he didn't leave until the firefighters left themselves. Officially, the firefighters were supposed to try and capture or at least report the sighting of their spider friend. But hey, no one questioned why they always had a spare set of tanks with them. Nor did they question who used them when they had to be filled up. Actually, now that he thinks about it…
"Anyone see Sion?" the other firefighters were in the middle of getting rinsed of ash and other stuff, before stopping when they realized that Sion, their teammate, was gone.
"Actually," one of them raised their hands, "Last I saw him, he was at the back." He pointed over his shoulder with his thumb. Making their chief roll his eyes before walking to the back of the building, looking for his subordinate.
"Hey! Sion! Where are you?" it didn't take long for him to hear Sion's voice
"back here sir, I uh…I got a small problem…"
"What kind of…ah." Just as he rounded the corner, he caught sight of Sion, carrying an ashy, injured, unconscious Spider-man on his back. Burns littered his forearms and hands as his lolled over the edge of Sion's shoulder. One lenses on his mask was warped from the heat, and the other seemed to be on the verge of cracking completely.
"Shit." Williams strode forward, his hands gently hovering over the hero, and from he could tell, he had a lot of burns, that fortunately, didn't look worse that a first degree burn, but he would have to take a closer look to be sure.
"He pushed me out of the way when a support beam almost crushed me. He even caught it with his hands before throwing it to the side. I'm not sure what happened though." Sion looked at Spider-man with a concerned look.
"He collapsed as soon as we got out, the only reason I didn't drag him up there was because of all of the cops. Williams hummed in agreement, before peeking into the alley way to see some officers milling about. There was no way he was going to hand off the hero to the cops, he wasn't going to betray Spider-man like that. But he also had no idea how he was supposed to get the hero out of there and back to their station to treat him.
"…Now how in the hell are we gonna pull this off?"
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Williams wasn't sure how they pulled it off. But if you asked him, he would probably say that it was through the grace of god himself and officer Peterson that they were able to gently throw the hero into the truck, get the others to stop freaking out at the thrown body and identity of said body, before calmly driving back to the station. Again, he wasn't sure how it happened. All he knows that it worked, and that he was standing over the hero as their medic gently wrapped up his hands with bandages while he was resting in the nap room.
"He's lucky that the worst he got was some first-degree burns. I would say that it would take a couple of weeks for this to heal completely, but knowing this guy, it's probably going to take a couple of days, max." their medic left without a word, he was a difficult guy at times. He didn't support the idea of a vigilante, but he did support the work that Spider-man did. That was pretty much the only reason why their medic didn't report any of them. Williams stared at the limp body of the hero. They had taken off taken off his gloves to wrap up his hands. The hero was lucky that his clothing wasn't 100% synthetic, or it would have melted onto his skin. Williams sat there for a little bit longer, watching over the hero as he slept before he stood up. He gently patted Spider-man's shoulder.
"Good work Spidey."
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Peter groaned as he woke up. Almost letting out a whimper of pain when he mistakenly tried to move his hands. He opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling through his cracked and warped vision. Truly wondering why, he was still doing this, why was he still putting himself at risk for people who didn't care. People who wanted to put him under lock and key.
"Spidey?" Peter turned and looked at the door as he saw Sion peaking his head into the room, letting out a smile when he saw the hero was awake.
"Oh, you're awake!" he came into the room eagerly, sitting down the bed that was opposite the one Peter was laying on. "How do you feel? Do your hands hurt?" Well at least he was ok.
"I'm ok, just a little bit tired, thanks for taking care of me." Sion gave him a smile and waved him off.
"Nah, that was all the chief, I was just the idiot you had to save."
"Hey," he noticed that Peters voice was tired." You scratch my back and ill scratch yours." Sion raised an eyebrow before gently poking the hero in his side.
"…You ok?"
"Hmm? Oh…yeah, I'm good, just tired." He really doubted that.
"You're not that good at lying Spidey." He got a dry chuckle at that.
"…yeah, but I'm fine, nothing a few nights of sleep can't fix. "
"No Spidey," there was a frown on Sions face," I mean are you ok?" the silence he got from the hero was his answer.
"…I'll be fine…you don't have to worry about me…I just need some sleep." Sion pursed his lips, his obvious silence telling the firefighter that the hero didn't want to open up. He stood up, ready to go.
"…Sion," he stopped with his hand over the doorknob," …would you do the same, if you had my powers…?" Peter would have fiddled with his hands if it didn't cause him so much pain. He stared at the nearby wall instead, waiting for the answer he was gonna get.
"Dude fuck no."
Um what?
"As much as I would like to say yes, I would, it's way too crazy for me, I get anxiety at the thought of Rhino, imagine if I actually had to fight him like you do?" Sion playfully punched Peters shoulder, making Peter turn to look at the firefighter.
"You're doing a great job Spidey, just give it time, people will come around again, and if they don't, they can shove their opinion up their ass, its shit anyway. "He was almost stunned at his language, Sion was always so timid and quiet around him, but…he really needed to hear that.
"…Thanks Sion." he could practically hear the small smile in his voice.
"Ahh I got you Spidey, you saved me more than once." The smile on Sions face was almost blinding, his enthusiasm rubbing off. Peter gave a chuckle before yawning, he still needed some more sleep.
"Alrighty, I got shit to do, and you need to go back to sleep," he rubbed the top of Peters heard like he could actually mess up his hair (he did, inside the mask at least)
"Good night~" Peter smiled as Sion left the room.
Guess he had another quirky friend.
