A/N: I was planning to update early like before my school starts but I was not inspired enough to write during those days. :v I was working on another story. I suggest you read my story at Archive Of Our Own of Ao3 because I post drawings there and you guys can't see it here. :( My user name's Flowers_n_Bacons if you want to suscribe! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own any media types of Spider-Man especially Ultimate Spider-Man. They belong to MARVEL (and Disney).

"NO!" I didn't care who heard me. Saw me. Or whatever there was of me. Why should I care now that he's gone? What's there left of me? I did this… I… I stroked his bloody cheek with my trembling hands.

"No," I sniffed. This can't be happening. This isn't real. "Please. Please."

"Please." I choked. My tears continued to flow. Teardrops falling to kiss his face. "I can't do this without you." I whispered to him.

"No….Please. I love you."

I woke up and quickly opened my eyes, gasping desperately for air. I was making one-sided diminished breath sounds. My heart… It's beating way faster than normal.

"What is it?"

"What's wrong?"

I can hear voices approaching. I have no idea where I am nor what happened to me. All I know right now is how badly I needed air.

I continued to shallowly gasp. "Can't… Breathe…" I said, barely able to form a sentence. Hot tears began to fill in my eyes. My lungs are failing from inhaling.

I can feel the diaphragm of a stethoscope on my chest. "You've got air in your chest. It's collapsing your lung. I'm gonna relieve the pressure, but I'm gonna need you to hold still, okay?" I can hear a feminine mature voice trying to comfort me.

"What's happening to her?" A male voice asked.

"Tension pneumothorax. There's an accumulation of air in her chest cavity that puts too much pressure on her lung." I can hear tools. Small sounds of metal clashing.

I can smell alcohol. She ripped my suit and rubbed the damp cloth of alcohol on my chest. Hey, come on! These costumes don't sew themselves, you know?"Here we go. This is gonna hurt." She pierced some kind thick needle inside my chest! Oh, God. It does hurt!

I grunt. She just fucking stabbed me! I continued to hiss in pain. I can feel the evacuation of air from my chest. My lungs are slowly coming back to normal. I breathe heavily and groaned.

She removed the needle.

"Good." She said. "Just breathe normally." She checks on me with her stethoscope again. She stopped when she noticed that I was breathing normally again.

"All right." She sighs, sitting on the chair beside me.

I took this as my chance to look at her. She got a nice wavy black hair and deep brown eyes. And the place I was in, which I believe was a bedroom, was a little dark. The only light source was the lamp on the table side. I realized I'm on a bed and it's not mine. "Where am I?"

"You're in my apartment." A red figure with horns said as it comes closer. Aw, shit.

"D-Daredevil…"

"How are you feeling?"

"Bad. But not so bad now."

He nods at me. Then I turned back at the lady. "Who are you?"

She licked her lips before speaking. "Let's just say that for the sake of discussion, I totally buy this whole, 'We can't go to the hospital because whatever.' I'm the lucky Doctor who's on a night off but ended up treating Spider-Man back to health."

Say wha…?! I placed my hands on my face and panicked as I felt nothing was covering my face to hide my identity. "My mask… You took off my mask."

"You need to breathe."

"Great." I want to cry. Now more people knows my identity.

"Sorry for ruining your costume."

"Nah, it's already ruined anyway- AHH! FUCK!" I tried to sit up but man, what the hell happened that my body stings so much?

"Yeah, I really wouldn't move too much if I were you. You got two or three broken ribs, probable concussion, bruises and burns. Lots and lots of burns." She explained slowly helping me lay back on the bed.

"Do you mind telling me why a little girl like you end up playing a hero?"

I glared a bit at her. "Do you think taking down the Lizard was just a game?"

"Ah, right. Spider-Man was the one who took down the Lizard years ago."

"And the Green Goblin, and Doctor Octopus, and Mysterio, and the Sandman, and-"

"Okay! Okay! I get it. I apologize." She tries to calm me and smiled.

"You still didn't answer my question earlier."

"Oh. Well, my name is Claire Temple. I'm a Doctor at Metro-General Hospital. It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Miss Stark."

"Wait, what?" I blinked multiple times. Did she just say 'Miss Stark'? Am I hearing things? Did I get my ears damaged?

"Yes, you're the daughter of the CEO of Stark Industries, right?" How does she know?!

I was about to ask her how did she know when Daredevil spoke. I forgot he's still there. "Before you react, the whole world already knows that you're Ironman and Captain America's only child. You're on every news related thing when it got exposed."

Ah. Right. That. I blame Liz Allan for all this mess.

"Ugh! This is so unfair! You know who I am now!" I whined. I slammed my hands on the bed in frustration. "Please don't tell my parents."

"What do you mean don't tell your parents?" Claire asked. "You mean, they have no idea you swing as a male vigilante every night?"

"You could have just said Spider-Man but that could work too."

"Miss Stark." She gave me that intense stare all adults do. I'm scared.

"They know nothing." I feel so small.

Daredevil frowned. Claire glanced at Daredevil then looked at me again. Why do I feel like they're disappointed parents? Claire placed her hand on top of mine and smiled gently.

"Rest. Make sure you're stabilized. I'll check on you every 15 minutes. I'll make you some Chamomile Tea, okay?" She stood up and left the room before I could even thank her. Leaving me and Daredevil alone. Awkward.

Daredevil sat on the chair near the bed and pressed his fingers together. "I won't tell your parents."

"Is this the beginning of our true friendship?" I gasped at him.

"But-"

"I'm unfriending you."

"-you need to tell me everything." He took off his mask. Ooooh. He was a redhead all this time. He must have a thing for red. And he's quite a looker I must say.

"If this still doesn't make it any fair to you then let me introduce myself. I'm Matt Murdock." Matt fucking Murdock? The lawyer? Holy shi-

"And I'm Wade Wilson~!"

I froze. No... Nononono. Even Deadpool now knows my secret identity?! Wait. Where did he come from? Was he here all along?

"You sure dang know how to be a hero don't you, Spidey?" He placed his hand on Matt's shoulder. "I was ready to shed tears of blood when I thought you died, you know?"

I gasped loudly when I finally remembered my fight with Doctor Doom. "What happened to Doctor Doom?"

"He fried you like bacon."

"What? But I thought he was vegan?" No, really. I mean he wears nothing but green after all.

"HE." The redhead interrupted. "He is… defeated. We found out it wasn't Doom."

"Then what was it? Or him. Or her."

"It was just a Doombot."

"A wha…?" My words just trailed off as soon as I heard him say that. Just how many whats and whas am I gonna say tonight?

"My reaction exactly when he first told me." Deadpool said. Matt looked annoyed and brush Deadpool's hand off his shoulder. Deadpool reacted like he was hurt for a moment before he sits on the edge of the bed.

"Doombots are exact robot replicas of Doctor Doom. They are capable of doing anything the real Doctor Doom can do. Doom created them to replace him whenever he doesn't want to be present in fights." Matt explained.

"So…"

"Basically, your heroic actions were worth nothing, baby boy. Oops! It's baby girl now!" Deadpool laughed and I groaned.

To be honest, I find it okay for Daredevil to find out who I am. First, because he's an Avenger he won't spread my identity to just anybody. Second, he's Matt fucking Murdock. I found myself a legit lawyer here. But Deadpool? I don't think so.

"Aw come on, baby girl! Don't you trust me?"

"Stop calling me that! I'm not a baby!"

Deadpool smirked under his mask. I'm sure of it. "Oh, are you now? How old are you?"

"I'm nineteen."

"What's your real age?" Matt blurted and that startled me. How the f does these people know everything?

"… Fine. I'm seventeen." I slowly frowned at him then pouted.

"See? You are a baby girl." Deadpool snickered.

"UGH! Whatever! You're gonna sell my identity, aren't you?"

"Hey! I said I was gonna change!" He coughed then continued. "…a bit."

"You only said you won't kill. Yes, that's a change but the rest aren't!"

"He'll keep it." The redhead interrupted again. "He's not lying when he said he'll keep your identity a secret."

I quickly turned my gaze back at Deadpool. I'm a bit shocked because of several obvious reasons. "Really…?"

"But of course! I don't harm kids."

"I'm not a kid, Deadpool."

"You're below eighteen so yes, you are. And for the second time, the name is Wade Wilson."

"Wilson is right. We can call ourselves in our real names when it's just us and not in action."

Good point there. I can't have anybody just go waving at me and shouting Spider-Man all over New York whenever he sees me. "Alright." I sighed. "Should we introduce ourselves again?"

"Oh, cool! Include the other job and hobbies." Dea- Okay, Wade suggested. "Who starts?"

We both looked at Matt. There was silence until Matt sighed. "My name is Matt Murdock and I'm a lawyer."

"I said include the hobbies Matty."

"Hobbies are going to the gym and punch punching bags."

"Wade Wilson. A freelance mercenary. If you want to kill somebody but you're lazy just give me a call as long as you pay me." I raised a brow at him.

"Uh, forget about that advertising. Hobbies? Make 372,844 pancakes in the morning!"

"Right. So I'm Penelope Stark. My friends and family call me Penny. Well… I guess you can call me Penny too. I'm a high school student. Hobbies are avoiding getting stuffed in the locker and taking pictures."

And that was how my identity got exposed to 3 more people in one night. Speaking of night, I panicked when I realized what time it is. I checked my S.H.I.E.L.D. Watch for what shit Fury is getting me. He left a video message saying he knows I'm with Daredevil and that he trusts him to take care of me.

I opened a secret app in my watch which I installed to contact J.A.R.V.I.S. and only J.A.R.V.I.S. Why? Because J.A.R.V.I.S. can contact people for me instead and just transmit it to my watch. I do this because if my S.H.I.E.L.D. Watch gets stolen, if it's hacked correctly my identity will be found. So J.A.R.V.I.S. will self-destruct it automatically for me if that happens.

J.A.R.V.I.S. told me he handled everything and contacted Gwen to make an excuse for me. He told me Gwen and MJ covered for me. Gwen came to take care of me while MJ pretends to be me on my bed with a wig just to make Pepper believe. Because I know Pepper, she'll check on me every chance she gets.

J.A.R.V.I.S. said my parents aren't going home tonight. Which is good because I'll be so busted.

Well, that was exuberating and all but let's head for something reeaally scary: School. Maybe today won't be so bad Oh, man! Not again. The doors are already closed. Well, duh. Because I'm late again. It's a school rule. The school gates are open but the doors will be closed unless it's dismissal time. This sucks.

"Hey, Penny!" I gasped when I saw who called me.

"Harry!" I gleefully ran to where he was. He opened on of the windows and helped me get inside the school. Friends. Accept no substitute.

"Remind me to buy you a watch." He's not joking. It's just typical Harry.

"Or maybe a watch company." I suggested.

"Hey, Stark Industries can make watches."

"What? So does yours!"

"We talk like rich bastards." We laughed all the way.

"Hey, Pen. They're saying Spider-Man goes to the school. Girls love heroes, so help me spread the rumor it's me, okay?" He winked at me.

"Harry. Don't you already have a girlfriend? Besides, it probably is you, Harry. Who else could afford all those webs he shoots all over everything?" Ahem. I can afford those too, just not a man. "And I don't think it's a good idea for anyone to pose as him right now."

"Whatever. Let's hurry up. I need to copy your homework."

"Is that why you made me your friend Osborn?" I teased.

"Hey. Hey. I pretend to be you whenever you're absent during Attendance! Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to master your voice?"

"Isn't that something Gwen and MJ would do?"

"Apparently, they don't take Spanish class, remember?"

"MS. STARK!" We were startled by a voice that boomed my name and echoed through the halls. We turned around slowly and saw the school principal.

"Yes, Principal Davis?"

"I have a better idea rather than letting Mr. Osborn here copy your homework." We walked towards us.

"Principal Davis, I wasn't-"

I tried to deny but he was quick. "You can settle that in detention."

"Detention? Principle Davis, I've never had detention before in my life!" Somebody pinch me. Please be a dream.

"Now you have." He lead me to his office. Harry tried to help me but I told him it was okay. I can't have Norman going all Goblin again just because his son got in detention too.

As soon as we entered the Principal's office. He sat on his chair and gestured at me to sit down.

I didn't broke my gaze at him and as soon as my butt touched the chair, I asked. "Can I call my lawyer?"

A/N: * Say how would you guys like a crack fic?*You've reached the end of the story. Yaaaaaaay. I'll update every month so stay tune. Critics are welcome. If there is something wrong with a chapter or wrong spelling / grammar or any other stuff, feel free and please do inform me. HOWEVER, it would be nice if you could please tell me where exactly it is so that I can correct it quickly and accurately.