Chapter 8
Samus had no choice but to bring Spider Man to an abandoned building located at the edge of the city near the ocean.
She managed to grab some medical supplies from a clinic that she had broken into. Samus also grabbed some blankets to make Peter's resting place more comfortable.
Now I feel like I'm turning into the bad guy by stealing this stuff… but it's for a good cause! Samus thought.
Samus gently eased her way up into the highest and most difficult room to reach, so people wouldn't want to try to find Spider Man.
She laid out a few layers of the blankets on the ground and gently lay Spider Man on them.
Samus knelt down beside him and dug her hand through the bag of medical supplies trying to find something she recognized.
Samus turned her attention back to Spider Man as she heard him grunting and beginning to stir. She watched as Peter raised his hand up to rub his head.
"Ugh.." Spider Man spoke tiredly. "What happened?.. Where am I?"
Samus turned her head back to the bag and replied quietly, "You're in an abandoned warehouse. It's safe here."
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Peter blinked in bafflement up at the alien armor. What the? This guy wanted to kill me, now its helping me?... I don't get it.
"What made you change your mind?" Peter asked.
The alien armor continued to dig through the medical bag and replied, without turning to look at him, "I felt guilty about poking you after you were injured from the super missile explosion… I'm sorry." The deep voice spoke softly.
"What the hell are these things?! Too bad Adam isn't here to tell me what they're supposed to be used for." The deep voice muttered angrily.
Spider Man slowly pushed himself up to a sitting position and gazed down into the alien's hand. "That's hydrogen peroxide solution.. It's used to clean cuts."
The red helmet turned to look at Peter, but said nothing.
Okay, Peter, something's going on here.. This alien isn't making its usual back-attack remarks… Could it have possibly peeked under my mask to see who I am? So now its being nice because it might know who Spider Man really is?
The alien armor walked on its knees toward Peter and handed him the bottle of cleaning solution. "You clean yourself." The deep voice spoke.
"Gee, thanks. You were willing to help me, now you're making me clean the cuts and bruises your super.. whatever caused?" Spider Man asked sarcastically.
The alien armor turned its helmet away and spoke in an apologetic tone, "I said that I was sorry.. I just don't know how to mend wounds."
"Wounds? Are you from the medieval days or something? Use slang!"
The alien armor stood up and turned away, "Just leave me alone." The suit of armor folded its arms and lowered its helmet.
* * *
He doesn't understand… he just doesn't understand… he won't understand unless he knows who I really am.. but I can't tell him who I am.. I'm in love with Peter Parker, but I absolutely hate Spider Man's guts.. I feel so confused. Samus thought sadly.
"Hey, are you just going to stand there and sulk? Do aliens have the same behavior as a sulking child?" Spider Man asked in his sarcastic voice.
Samus didn't respond. No.. I can't tell him. He would be just as devastated as I am.
"Now you're not going to talk? So it seems aliens do have the same behavior as a child! How amusing!" Spider Man spoke.
Samus spun around and retorted, "Just shut up!"
"Aw, is the poor little alien having emotional problems? Do you need a hug?" Spider Man titlted his head to the side and had spoken in a fake saddened voice.
"Peter, just shut up!" Samus shouted.
* * *
Peter blinked in surprise. This alien apparently knows who I am… but how could it? I've never been out of costume and I never came across the alien to give it my name.
Peter remained silent for a long moment. He continued to watch the alien as it turned its back to him again.
He lowered his head and stared at the hydrogen peroxide bottle that he held in his hand.
I don't understand.. maybe.. unless the alien is somebody that knows me in person and I know them.. but who could it be? Certainly not Mary Jane. She couldn't be that tall… Not Harry either, because that suit is much too small for him to fit in.. Samus? No.. couldn't be. I'm pointing fingers again at someone who couldn't possibly be this alien… Now, how am I to clean out my cuts just with hydrogen peroxide?
Peter set down the bottle and reached for the medical bag. Almost got it.
* * *
Samus turned again to Spider Man and saw him reaching for the white bag. She briskly walked toward the bag and bent down to pick it up and then hand it to Spider Man. "Do you need some help?" Samus asked softly.
"Um.. I guess." Spider Man replied questionably.
Samus knelt down beside Spider Man and watched him as he cleaned his cuts and scrapes.
Spider Man grunted softly as if in slight pain.
Samus grew worried and asked in a concerned voice, "Are you okay?"
Spider man nodded. "Yeah. Just stings."
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So, now this alien wants to help again.. Can't it just make up its mind?! Peter thought in slight irritation. It's as if it has the mind of a woman! They can never make up their minds about anything!.. No offence, Aunt May.
"Since you already know who I am, wouldn't it be fair that I know who you are?"
The helmet quickly raised up and the deep voice stuttered, "Uh.. umm.. I.. I have no name.. I mean.. I can't tell you who I am.. right now."
"Why? Are you shy or something?" Peter asked.
The helmet nodded, "Yeah! I'm shy. I'm scared to tell you my name."
Peter raised an eyebrow and thought suspiciously, I don't know why I didn't realize this sooner.. but this alien obviously knows English very fluently… Maybe it's just some wiz-kid dressed in an alien space suit that he or she made.. but this is one smart kid to have such powerful weaponry.. and why would a kid want to turn in Spider Man to the police?.. Maybe just some fantasizing kid that's a wanna-be-bounty hunter.
"Um.. right." Peter replied dryly. But then again.. No one could be that capable of making such weapons.. Maybe this really is an alien that knows English.