Chapter 4:

So I took a little longer on this one so it would be longer because someone -cough- Tsubakigir -cough- wants longer chapters. So hopefully this one is long for you.

Also the reason why this one took so long to get was I wanted it to take place after The Amazing Spider-Man 2 movie. Sooooo spoiler alert!

Also someone commented(review) said that Spider-Man would heal that wound in a day. I don't want to be mean but thats wrong. Spider-Man does have a enhanced healing abilities than normal people. But he is not like wolverine or deadpool, he cannot heal that fast. His main healing ablitiy involves being immune to majors illness and other things.

Once again.

SPOILER ALERT FROM THIS CHAPTER TO THE NEXT COUPLE!

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Peter slowly opened his eyes. He let out a low groan as he felt his achy body wake up as well. His leg still hurt but not as much as before. He looked around and saw that it was day time maybe around 10:00. Peter looked around the room. It seemed like a typical hospital room. It had all kinds of machines around, it had cabinets and drawers and a sink in the corner. He looked to the side and saw a door that was most likely the bathroom. Peter accidently moved his arm and felt something tug at his skin. He looked up to see three bags of things going into him. One was blood, one was clear and was most likely fluids to keep him hydrated. And the last was probably the morphine. He silently thanked the doctor had given him morphine. Peter, ever so slowly sat him, finally he was able to get a clear look at his leg. And even with dealing with a lot of his wounds on his own, dealing with blood, skin and other nasty things he was still grossed out by this wound. It was an angry red and the only thing holding the skin together was a couple dozen staples. It didn't seem to have any kind of infection so that was good.

Peter's spidey sense started to tingle telling him someone was coming. He was thinking if he should stay awake or pretend to sleep. He decided to stay away. And he was glad he did because in came Bruce Banner and another man that Peter knows from reputation, a man known as Clint Barton aka Hawkeye.

A shocked looked came across Banner's face when he saw Spider-Man awake.

"I'm surprised that you're awake. I gave you enough medicine to knock a person out until at least 12:00." He said walking over toward the bed resting the tips of his hands on the bed. Clint walked over to the corner of the room, leaned against the wall and crossed his arms.

"I have a fast metabolism when it comes to medicine." Peter said sheepishly while rubbing the back of his head with the hand that didn't have a bunch of needs in it.

Bruce smiled. "So I see. Let me take a look at that leg." Bruce rolled up his sleeves and slipped on some gloves. All while Clint was staring at him. Bruce gently laid a hand on Peter's leg and leaned in examining it.

Peter took a deep sharp breath when Banner touched his leg. He was able to not move his leg, which was good.

"No infections, which is good. You're going to have a pretty nasty scar." Bruce said leaning back up to his normal size. Pulling off his gloves he walked to a trash can and tossed them out. "But I really do suggest you stay least until noon."

Peter shook his head. "I really can't. Busy being a vigilant and all. Plus don't want to let the ladies down. They would be heartbroken if they didn't see me at least once a day."

Bruce smiled and shook his head. He saw Clint from the corner of his eye also crack a smile before unfolding his arms and walking toward the bed.

"I get it kid, you don't like being here. But you can't walk on a leg like that. You need to at least stay one more day. However, I will make a deal with you. If you can get on that leg walk from the bed to that chair we will let you leave anytime you want." He said and then recrossed his arms, then stepped back to give Peter a clear view of the path.

Peter gulped he didn't want to do it. But he needed to get home to Aunt May. He looked up at Bruce who had a frown on his face. He didn't say anything so Peter assumed that he agreed with Clint.

Peter took a deep breath and swung his legs to the side of the bed. Slowly he lowered himself on his feet. He had to held back a groan of pain when his foot on the injured leg touched the floor. He slowly stood up putting most of his weight on his injured leg.

He silently thanked his spider powers because if he didn't have them he would surely tip over. He looked to the side at Clint, then to the other at Bruce. He sighed and started to limp his way to the chair. Each step was excruciating. Slowly he made his way to the chair. It most likely took him and good 3 minutes to reach, but he was finally able to. When he reached it he slumped down into it. He wanted to breath hard but didn't want weak in front of them.

Bruce walked over to him and laid a hand gently on Peter's shoulder. "You alright?" He asked with concern on his face.

Peter took in a breath slowly. "Fine, just practicing my limp. Think my enemies will fall for it?"

Bruce smiled and shook his head. Clint also mimicked Bruce's move.

"Okay, you made it which say you have guts and a good pain tolerance. But you really should stay." Clint said.

Peter thought about it for a moment, then sighed. "Alright, I'll stay one more night. But I will need something."

Bruce raised an eyebrow. "What's that?"

"Food." Peter stomach grumbled for added effect.

This made Clint and Bruce laugh outright. "Alright, what would you like?" Bruce asked.

Peter thought for a moment. And did a very stereotypical teenage thing. "Pizza."

"Sounds good. Would you like to eat here or upstairs?" Bruce asked.

"Upstairs?" Peter asked with confusion in his voice.

Clint nodded. "Its sorta of like a family room. Its where we spend most of our time."

"Well as much as I would love to see the Avenger's family room I seem to still have office supplies in my leg." Peter said gesturing with his hand toward his injured leg.

"That's fine. We have a wheelchair you can use." Clint said before moving toward a closed and pulling out a folded wheelchair. He quickly unfolded it and moved it toward the chair Peter was sitting on.

"You need help getting on it?" Bruce asked.

Peter shook his head. He pushed himself up with his arms, quickly and as painlessly as possible he moved into the wheelchair. When he settled in he let out a breath.

"Ready to roll!" Peter exclaimed and pointed toward the the door. "Onward my minions!"

Both Clint and Bruce let out a chuckle. Bruce started pushing Peter foward when he realized that he was not heavy at all. Bruce had seen videos of Spider-Man and knew that he was not a weak person.

After walking, and rolling, down a hallway they reached the elevator.

"Jarvis please take us up to the family level." Bruce said to no one.

Suddenly a voice came out of nowhere that slightly startled Peter. "Of course Dr. Banner." After a short ride the elevator came to a stop and the door opened to show an extremely big room. But what made Peter gape under his mask was the view. It was barely morning and the sun was just starting to rise. The view of New York City, and street signs starting to turn off and the sun reflecting off the buildings. It was perfect, and exactly the reason why Peter loved being high up.

After being dazed by the view for what seemed like hours Peter finally snapped out of it. By one thing. The smell of pizza, Peter turned his head toward the smell and saw a rather large dining table with boxes of glorious, greasy, cheesy pizza. Peter's mouth started to water. Clint pushed him toward the table where 3 people were setting up the table with plates glasses and bottles of soda. Clint rolled him up to a spot of the table where no sat was.

"Well look who's up!" Tony said and slapped Peter on the back before sitting down next to him. Tony just sat there grinning at Peter. Peter started to fidget under his gaze. A pretty redhead came up behind Tony and slapped him on the top of his head. "Ow!" Tony yelled then rubbed the back of his head. "What was that for Pepper?"

The pretty redhead glared at him and the Great Tony Stark, IronMan seemed to slouched into is chair from her glare. "You're making the poor man uncomfortable."

Clint looked around the table. "Where is Tasha?" He asked before sitting down at one of the seats.

"She went on a mission, said she would be back in only a few days." Steve said opening one of the pizza boxes. Peter mind went straight back to the food, he grabbed the box closest to him and opened it. Scooping up 4 pieces he placed them on his plate. He quickly pulled his mask up to just above his nose and started to shovel pizza into his mouth. He consumed the first 4 in a matter of seconds and quickly grabbed more. After 3 more pieces his stomach stopped aching and he was able to slow down and savor it. He stopped when his spidey senses were telling him that he was being watched. He looked up and saw Steve, Bruce, Clint, Tony and Pepper looking at him with mouths slightly agape. He swallowed his last bite. "What?" He asked.

"Hungry?" Tony asked with a small smirk appearing on his face.

Peter blushed a little. "Haven't eaten in a couple of days."

Steve gave him a strange look. "Days?" he asked.

Peter blushed harder. "Yeah, I've been busy with other things."

Pepper gave Peter a small smile. "Then please eat as much as you want. But at least drink something so you don't choke."

"You sound like my aunt." Peter said before he realized what slipped. He quickly looked down back his pizza and started to stuff his face with pizza again. Hoping they got the hint to not ask questions.

Tony looked like he wanted to say something but was stopped when Pepper elbowed him in the side and started to pour a drink for Peter. When Peter reached for the glass he moved in a certain way that turned on a police radio on his wrist. Before he could react he heard that someone had stolen a very explosive product from Oscorp. His mind went straight to Gwen. He quickly ate the last pizza on his plate and downed the drink. He turned off the radio and stood up. His leg send a radiating pain up his body but it felt better since he ate. He was able to move around with no limping.

Steve stood up and moved toward him. "You shouldn't move." He said placing a hand on Peter's shoulder. Peter brushed his hand off and moved toward the window, glad to find a balcony off the side, he quickly went to the edge. He could the footsteps of everyone behind him. He turned around facing them but with his palms flat on the railing. He pushed his feet up and landed on the railing crouched down like he always does. "Thank you for stitching me….or well stapling me up and feeding me. But I need to go." He jumped off backward and he could see the brief flashes of shocked faces. Twisting around and facing another building he shot a web to a building and swung the he heard where the heist was. He hoped Gwen was alright. Something was bothering him though….something about Gwen and today…..

"Shit! Graduation!" He shouted.