Yeh. 

School.

Nuff said .-.

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New York

3:01 P.M.

Peter huffed. He tried to slow his shallow breathing, but it didn't work. He'd been falling off of skyscrapers, and he'd forgotten how much he'd missed it. He'd done too much too fast, but it'd been worth it. 

It had been a few days after his "break" and it just felt good to be back. He'd stopped only three muggings, and everything else seemed calm. Peter decided to lay back and be cool. 

Of course, Peter shouldn't expect less from New York City. 

He was relaxing, enjoying the slight breeze that soothed his skin. He sat there, looking upon his city, and he decided that he wouldn't leave again. 

Not again. 

His peace was soon disturbed. A middle-aged woman screamed in agony, and Peter was on high alert. By the sound of the scream, he could tell he was close. He jumped into action, swinging ferociously. 

Soon he appeared on a rooftop, that was next to a robbery. The police were already there, the new Captain yelling orders and demanding information. Peter swung next to him-he didn't bother with the man's name- and demanded for his own share. 

"What's the problem, Captain?" Peter asked, his senses on high-alert. The Captain looked at him with wide eyes. 

"Spider-Man!" he yelled, looking at the arachnid before him. "There is two hostages in there. We have not confirmed their identities." He informed. Peter nodded, shooting a web. With a tug, he left the Captain with, 

"I'll see what I can do." 

He climbed in the back way, and right away he heard the men in panic. 

"Dammit! The police are here; we're screwed." A man with a wolf mask snarled at the other. The other man was wearing a tiger mask. They both held bags Peter assumed were filled with money; in their other hand were small hand guns. 

Even though they were small, it took one bullet to end a life. 

Peter shifted his gaze to the corner. There were two hostages, a boy with black short hair that was in his late teens, and a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. She reminded him faintly of- 

Gwen. 

All that did to Peter was make him want to succeed. He climbed up the wall, letting the shadows cover his body. He swung his web, catching on the Tiger's foot, and launched him at his pal. The man let out a scream of astonishment, and the Wolf only let out a small grunt. 

"Spider-Man!" The wolf hissed, pointing his gun towards the shadows. 

"Purr, purr kitty. Ruff ruff dog!" Peter quipped. He dropped down, kicking the Tiger in the gut. He knew right off the bat that the Tiger was less-experienced, and that he should be taken out first. The man grunted as he was knocked backwards. He growled deep in his throat as he charged at Peter, swinging his arms ferociously. Peter ducked and maneuvered himself swiftly. 

At the right moment, he decided to just web this guy up. He let his foot slide under the man's, making him fall to the ground with a thud. He webbed him up on the wall, admiring his work. 

His Spidey-Senses alerted him of the rain of bullets that were heading towards him. 

"I will stomp on you, bug!" He threatened. Peter groaned. 

"First of all: Spiders are arachnids," Peter said, dodging the punches and kicks the man was throwing at him, "And two: stomping? Why not just fill me up with gasoline and light me on fire?" The man just got more mad at the boy. He threw out his gun, aiming at the man before him. Peter's Spidey-Senses told him, "Hey, if you don't wanna be spider-cheese, you should duck." Peter followed it's warning. As soon as he step-sided, he regretted it. 

He heard a loud agonizing scream behind him. Alarmed, Peter turned around to see what had happened. 

To his dismay, he saw that the boy was screaming at something next to him. Puzzled, Peter looked to the boy's right. 

The sight broke his breath. 

The blonde lay dead, immobile, with a bullet planted in her forehead. Her eyes were still full of panic, and they had tears running down them. 

Peter was so focused on her face, that he ignored his Spidey-Senses. A second after, he felt a blazing pain in his thigh. He yelled, turning around to see the Wolf with the gun pointed at his leg. The man probably thought that it would take him down, so he could kill him more slowly. Full of rage, Peter turned, punching the man in the face. Hard. There was a crunch beneath his knuckle, and Peter webbed him up. 

Gasping at the sudden wave of pain, Peter stumbled over to the boy, keeping his gaze away from the girl. 

He lifted the boy up, taking him outside to the police. He staggered to them, handing the boy over to the authorities. 

"One dead. I-I couldn't save her," Peter said, voice filled with sorrow. The Captain's frown was heart-breaking. Then a wave of realization showed on his features. 

"Spidey, you've been shot!" he yelled in astonishment. Peter nodded, telling him he was okay, that he would be fine. 

He was not fine. 

Reluctantly, the Captain let him go. 

Peter coated his thigh with webbing, and started off towards the tower. He felt the bullet inside him. 

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Stark Tower

Peter's Main Room

5:03 P.M. 

Peter hissed in agony as he scrambled in his room. 

"Peter," Jarvis's voice rang throughout the room. "You're hurt. Shall I inform an Avenger? Mr. Barton is in the main room and Sir is in the labs-," 

"No Jarvis," Peter said cutting him off. After he got the bullet out, he would call Clint for help. 

"Lead me to the medical place thingy?" Peter asked voice hopeful. 

"Down the hall," Jarvis said. Peter decided to go there. He wasn't surprised the medical wing or whatever they called it was in the main hallway- they probably get beat up a lot. 

When he scrambled there, he found what he needed: 

Needle, 

Tweezers, 

Stitching thread, 

disinfectant. 

There was one thing he couldn't find, 

the pain pills! 

Where they should've been, he guessed, lay a note that said, "Reminder! Get more numbing pill crap". Most likely Clint said that. Peter cursed the archer. 

He went over to a bed, grabbing the magnifying glass thing above him and centered it. He gently cut away the spandex from the gun wound. He hissed softly as he ribbed off his webbing. 

He coated it with disinfectant, groaning in pain. Taking the tweezers, he noticed a gleam. He grabbed it with the tweezers, and on a count of 3...2...1... he yanked it out gently. He bit down on the towel in his mouth as he screamed. He placed the bullet, <they make them that big, now?> on the table. 

"Alright, Jarvis." Peter spoke to the room, "Get Clint please." 

"Of course, Peter," 

Peter knew he could do this without him, but in case he passed out, he decided that nah, he didn't want to bleed out on the floor. 

He started stitching, surprising himself on how neat it was. (What? He has to make the Spider-Man costumes somehow, they don't form out of thin air. He was three fourths done when he heard a loud door open, and he assumed it was Clint, so he just stayed quiet, concentrating. He couldn't get the guilt out of his mind. 

He murdered that girl!

"Alright kid, whatdidyado? I was playing Mario Cart-,"  Clint cut off as he saw what Peter was doing. "Holy Shi- Peter what did you do?" Clint screeched, rushing over to the boy stitching himself. Peter glanced up once he finished the stitching. 

"Huh? Oh this- uh, just a bullet wound. Don't worry, I'm fine, Jarvis wanted to make sure that I didn't pass out, so you're here." he shrugged it off, wiping the stitching with disinfectant. He winced, but after a moment it felt good. 

"Kid! How did this happen? I'm starting to wonder if you're even ready for the Avengers. If this happens regularly that means that you don't have proper training-," 

"Clint!" Peter interrupted, glaring at the hawk. "This doesn't happen often. I slipped up today, okay? Happens to all of us," Peter tried to fight back the tears of what happened. He was probably going to cry himself to sleep. 

"Okay what happened then?" Clint demanded. Peter's shallow smile fell completely, and he rushed out of the medical room. He heard Clint yell at him, and he ignored the pain in his leg. He rushed in his room, locking the door. He dived into his new bed, letting the tears fall free. 

"Peter! Are you okay? What did I say?" Clint knocked. Peter just ignored him. 

After about an hour, Clint left with a sigh. 

Three hours later, Peter cried himself to sleep. 

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