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A police officer was wandering around, on her break. She was still in uniform since she had only a few minutes off, but for some reason, her legs carried her in the direction of an alley. Her eyes adjusted to the low lighting, and saw a hunched over figure.

"Hello?" She asked. She figured it was some homeless person, but that didn't mean they deserved help any less that someone else.

The figure stirred, groaning. It lifted its face, and the officer gasped. It was Spider-Man, but covered in blood.

She rushed forward, but the Spider held up a hand.

"It's okay, I'm not that bad." He said, staggering to his feet.

The officer frowned. "All due respect, sir, but I doubt that. Why don't you come with me and I'll get you fixed up?"

Spider-Man shrugged. "Seems legit. Sure, lead the way."

The officer held out a hand and helped Spider-Man along. "I'm Officer Elizabeth Reiles. They aren't letting me do much right now, so I've got ample time to help you."

It was quiet until they reached the station, and Reiles took the Spider into her office. She patched him up as best she could since he was very insistent that the hospital was a no-go.

He ended up having a bullet in his side, so it wasn't pleasant. Eventually, Eliza let him leave, and  Peter limped back to the tower. Eliza doubted that she would ever see the web-slinging hero again, and Peter hoped that he wouldn't collapse in an alley again.

~

Actually, they ended up seeing a lot of each other. Peter liked not having to worry Tony with injuries, and Eliza liked having something important to do.

It wasn't super easy to sneak Peter into Reiles' office all the time, but they managed. She figured it was her duty to help the neighborhood hero, and she enjoyed his company. He never revealed his identity, but she didn't mind. 

Reiles dealt with everything. Sprained ankle, bullet wounds, even stab wounds. They never were often, since Peter was good at his job, but whenever he slipped up, he knew he could count on Eliza.

One day, Peter was fighting against some people who had continued on Vulture's work. They were dangerous, since they were armed with alien technology, but Petie boy was holding his own. 

He was kicking, fighting, dodging, whatever he had to do to stop these people and stay alive in the process.

"Hey, watch it, buddy!" Peter said, jumping out of the way of a purple blast. "You almost hit me!"

The man that had tried to shoot him groaned. "That's the point! Shut it, will you?"

Peter gave a cheeky grin, but the villains couldn't see him, "Nah, I think I'll pass on that-" He was blasted into the wall by one of the others. Peter winced, "Nice one. Do that again and it might hurt."

Despite his cocky words, everything hurt already, and Peter was getting increasingly more desperate to find a way to stop these guys.

He kicked one in the face as he jumped away from an orange blast. It ended up hitting another one of the henchmen, who melted into a puddle.

Peter let out a noise of disgust. "Ugh, I'm stepping in him."

The original man growled. "Why won't you be quiet?"

"It's not in my DNA, I suppose." Peter said, flipping behind the man to punch his kneecaps. The man went down, and Peter webbed him up, kicking the gun across the floor and out of reach.

"Now!"

"What'd you say?" Peter asked, before his spider sense went off and was immediately knocked to the ground by a gust of green. He couldn't feel any blood, and since it was no normal weapon, Peter didn't know exactly what had been done, but it hurt.

He rolled over, squeezing his eyes shut in pain. "Ouch. What was that?"

A new man stood on top of Peter, holding a small gun. "A little thing I made especially for you, Spider-Man. I couldn't get it red or blue, but," He looked admirably at the weapon, "It does the trick. Works like a charm."

Peter felt a rush of cold through his body and he shivered. His eyelids grew heavy and he struggled to keep them open.

The man cackled. "Oh, perfect. That's the chilling effect. I figured that since it works on spiders, it might get you into a little slumber. Everything else is just some chemicals that are harmless to the normal human, but to a spider hybrid," the man grinned. "Quite lethal. It does take longer than I'd like to get it over with, but this is a prototype. We were caught unprepared, I'll give you that."

Peter snorted as he realized that besides the injection, he was free. He aimed his webshooters and just like that, the man was tied up.

Peter got up slowly, and moved to the entrance of the building. Karen requested he get medical assistance, and he said he was working on it.

He found a police officer on a stroll after a few minutes, and asked for Officer Reiles. The officer looked confused, but got her to leave the station.

Peter waited, and after what felt like forever, Eliza got out of a car and rushed over.

"Spidey, you okay?"

"No." Peter said wearily, sinking down into a a sitting position, "they injected me with some spider-thingy, and now I'm tired and it hurts."

Her eyes widened. "Don't close those eyes, bud. Stay awake, okay?" She had no way of knowing if his eyes were open or not, but she said it any way.

He mumbled some semblance of an agreement, but Peter's eyes still fluttered. He started to shiver uncontrollably, and Eliza started panicking more.

"Let's get you back to the station." She said, but Peter didn't respond. 

His eyes were closed and his body shook, his teeth chattering so violently that Eliza was even more concerned. 

"Buddy?"

No response.

She activated her walkie talkie, and spoke into it. "All units respond. I've got a man down, in need of medical attention. He's not responding, he needs a hospital, now."

People spoke back to her, and soon an ambulance was there. Medics swarmed around the hero, and just as they were about to load him into the vehicle, Iron Man landed down.

"Uh, nope. He's coming with me. Hand him over."

The medics couldn't argue much, and just like that, Tony was flying across Queens to get back to the tower. 

He rushed to the Med Bay, where Bruce was waiting. 

When they pulled Peter's mask off, he was pale and looked sick, and they couldn't help their sharps inhales.

Bruce blanched. "What happened?"

"Karen said that he got injected with some spider-poison made especially for him... You can help him, right?"

Nodding, Bruce answered, "Probably. The injectors had no way of knowing how fast Peter's metabolism is, so they most likely will have under dosed him." he got busy in setting up supplies.

Tony sighed angrily. "Probably? Bruce, probably isn't good enough. Can you keep Peter alive, or not? And only one of those answers is correct."

"Yes, Tony. Now shoo, I need my space."

~

Tony wouldn't stop pacing, fidgeting, rubbing his hands together. You name the nervous movement, he was doing it.

Finally, after hours of waiting, Bruce came out of the room.

"He's fine. You can go in now, he's waking up. he's on painkillers, though."

Tony ran in, and sat down by Peter's side. "Hey, kiddo! You doing alright?"

Peter nodded loopily. "Uh huh. Hey, dad, do you love me?"

His heart stopped before he nodded. "Yeah, Pete. I love you."

Peter beamed, reaching out his hands for his father. Tony obliged, and Bruce found them asleep together, happy and content.

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sorry that this one didn't really have a plot.