Peter had texted Tony telling him he would walk home. He couldn't let his dad see him all bloody and bruised. He would tell the others and they would murder Flash. They would think he was weak. Unworthy of Spiderman.
    He swung into his room and landed on the floor with a thud. He went into the bathroom and looked into the mirror.
   He was drenched in blood. He lifted his shirt and could feel a broken rib. His nose was broken and his lip was spilling blood like oil in the ocean. He pulled out a first aid kit to clean up the blood. His Spidey senses would take care of the rest.
   Steve was sitting in the living room reading a newspaper. He knew Peter was coming home. He should be home now. He's probably with his friends or in traffic. Then, FRIDAY spoke.
    "It seems Peter is in need of assistance. He is in his bathroom." Steve dropped the newspaper and raced inside. He didn't knock, he just kicked the door down and he almost had a heart attack.
   Peter, his Peter was all bloody and his rib looked broken. He could see Peter crying. "Pete, what happened?" "Its nothing Uncle Steve. I'm fine. Really. It's nothing." "Peter, it's not nothing. Let me help you. You can tell me what happened after." Peter begins to wall over but a pain in his side prevents him. And Steve notices. He grabs the first aid kit in one hand and scoops Peter up to his bed.
    As Steve fixes Peter, he distracts him by humming soft songs. After Peter is patched up he began crying. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I didn't want you to think I was weak. Please don't tell Dad! He'll kill him!"
     Steve muttered under his breath. "If I don't first." He gave him a kind smile. "I won't but next time if he even looks your way, let me know okay?" Peter nodded, "I promise."