"Ouch" Peter winces as Gwen cleans his wounds.
"Well maybe you should have been careful, you know if you go in without a plan, you'll get hurt" Gwen states as she gets bandages.
"I wasn't expecting her to not hit the target, and so many times at that" Peter exhales as he runs his hands through his hair.
"I warned you didn't I" Gwen puts the first aid kit away.
"Yeah, but I wanted to do my own thing, and I put my faith in her. Cause apparently, I forgot she was 4."
"Obviously" She smirks at him.
He starts to respond until he hears a distant scream.
"What is it? Peter?" Gwen asks as his face drops.
"I have to go, Spider-man stuff" He go gets his suit from the closet and grabs his web shooters.
"I'll tell May, she'll be fine" She assures him while Peter pulls on his mask.
"Sorry, I'll be back as soon as possible" Peter jumps from the window.
"BE SAFE" Gwen yells out the window.
2 hours later, Peter climbs back through the window, plopping on the floor after he gets inside the room. "Ugh, fuck"
"Peter? You're back!" Gwen runs into the room, helping pull Peter up without putting him in too much more pain.
"Yeah, the dude I fought really put up a fight tonight. I didn't miss anything, did I?" Peter sits up, groaning under his breath.
"No, May was practically out after your guys' "training session". I'm fairly certain she enjoyed it though, so there's that." She checks his wounds. "Do you think you broke any bones out there?"
"Maybe my ribs? They hurt like hell, so something happened there." He inspects the wounds while pulling off the sweat-soaked/blood-soaked suit.
"Shit, Peter! We're gonna need some seriously big bandages for that." Gwen exclaims.
"Yeah, it's pretty bad" He sheepishly responds.
"I'll go get the first aid, don't die while I'm gone."
"Got it."
Still in massive pain, he pulls himself onto a nearby chair. "What the hell was that?"
When Gwen walks in, all she sees is Peter quickly tapping on his laptop, groaning most likely from both pain and frustration. "Hey, what are you doing?"
"Looking up this dude I fought, some weird black goo thing. I have a hunch, but I'm not certain yet." Peter says not looking up from the screen.
"Yeah? What do you think it is?" Gwen asks, looking over his shoulder.
"An alien." He says without hesitation.
"An alien?"
"Yeah, the other Peters interacted with aliens, and Peter 2 said he fought an alien made of black goo. That must be it, fuck I should've asked more." Peter rants while running his hands through his hair.
"You were curing everyone and interacting with yourself from different universes, and you weren't thinking about the chance that you might fight an alien. Don't beat yourself up, okay?" Gwen comforts him.
"Yeah, I guess," Peter shrugs. He looks back at the screen, hoping for a decent lead.
He ends up disappointed.
"Why don't you just start asking around, or check if the Bugle has written anything about this "alien"," Gwen points out.
"I could, but I just wanted proof that this is the same thing that Peter 2 fought. And the Bugle would just say it's me in a different suit." He begins to scroll through online Daily Bugle articles, seeing a lot of anti-Spider-man propaganda.
"Well, if they think it's you then they'll write about it more. Maybe they'll learn some interesting information on our "goo-guy". I know, bad name."
"Yeah, you're right. I'm just worried about what could happen if I don't find this dude," He sighs.
"Maybe, you could continue this search later, possibly tomorrow? I think after the night you had, you need some serious relaxing, plus I need to bandage you up before you bleed everywhere."
"Yeah," Peter slowly gets up from the chair.
On Peter's Patrol the next day, his Spidey senses begin to tingle. "What is it now?"
He turns around to inspect his surroundings, in the distance Peter sees a person in red and black spandex.
"Seriously?" He swings near the figure, hoping for an explanation.
He flips in front of the mysterious person and waits for a response.