"Stop here!" Amanda said to the cab driver, racing out the door even before the taxi stopped.
"You sure this is it?" He asked her.
"Yeah!" She said, shoving some cash through the window. "Keep the change!"
Once the taxi pulled away, she frantically started looking for Peter. What could have happened to him? In her hand was a plastic bag full of items he had asked her to bring: a change of clothes, first aid kit, cell phone, small backpack, and some extra cash. She didn't know what the hell he wanted with all this stuff.
"Peter?" She whispered, looking around. No one was around. This was creepy.
Then she heard a trash can fall over.
She ran down the alleyway.
"Peter?"
Another trash can fell. That's when she saw him.
Peter Parker's face was all she recognized. He was wearing a costume…and blood…
"Peter?" She asked, coming closer to him. Once she saw him clearly, she cupped her hand over her mouth. He was wearing the Spider-Man costume.
"Amanda?"
"Peter! Oh god! You're…you…"
"Amanda…help…" He moaned. "You…you're the fist person…I thought of…I had to call…"
"Peter…oh my god…you're shot! What…oh my god…"
Amanda helped Peter up and helped him change his clothes. Walking around in his tights wasn't a very good idea. She put some Neosporin or whatever the hell it was on this wound to try and help, to do something. "
"It's already infected." He told her.
"We need to get you to a hospital!" She said.
"Yeah, and then what? Get arrested?" He said.
"Peter, come on…"
"No…no…" He staggered upwards, holding onto Amanda for support. He yelled in pain.
"Peter, we're going to a hospital. I don't care!" She said, cutting him off as he was about to speak.
This turned out to be one hell of a day, Amanda concluded as they limped their way off. Yeah. Yep, one hell of a day…