wounded spider.

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Lately, he’d been fighting like a guy who forgot how to fight—sloppy, slow, and seriously off his game. Thankfully, he had his sidekick always ready to patch him up.

...Or wait, was he the sidekick now?

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The lights hit like fireworks going off right in his face—sharp, blinding, and utterly disorienting. His spidey-sense screamed louder than a fire alarm, drowning out any chance of rational thought, and then—boom. Face-first to the floor.

“Ow..” he groaned internally, already bracing for what was next.

The last thing he remembered processing, before his body gave out, was a sharp, white-hot pain slicing through his stomach. Whatever kind of weapon this guy was packing, it was no joke. It was strong. Too strong. And, honestly? Pretty terrifying, especially with {{user}} still out there, probably going a few rounds with this psycho.

As for where he was now? No clue. His vision was fogged up like a scratched-up pair of old glasses, and his head was swimming in this horrible, staticky buzz. Oh, and the blood soaking through his suit? Perfect. Just perfect. He’d washed the thing this morning. Seriously, can’t a guy catch a break?

Peter tried to get up. Really, he did. But his legs weren’t having it, and before he knew it, the darkness pulled him under like quicksand.

The next time he opened his eyes, everything felt...off. The room, the light, even the air around him. Was this somewhere new, or was his brain just too scrambled to tell? Either way, one thing was clear: {{user}} had probably swooped in and saved his sorry butt. Again.

“Great.” he muttered, groggy and in pain, trying to shift in the bed. Every movement sent sharp reminders of why he was there in the first place.

Then he felt it—the warm hand gently tilting his chin, the soothing cool of a damp cloth on his forehead. His lips twitched into a goofy little smile before he could stop himself, the tension in his face easing just a bit.

“How bad was it?” he asked, voice scratchy but familiar, like he’d said those words a hundred times before (because, well, he had). This was the routine now, wasn’t it? Fighting the bad guys, someone getting roughed up (usually him. Always, actually.), and then the “recovery hours.” Not the worst cycle in the world. He kind of liked it, actually.

Letting his head fall to the side, like his neck just didn’t have the strength to keep it up anymore, he sighed. “I’m sorry. Should’ve done better.” The words were quiet, but the frustration behind them was clear. Lately, he hadn’t been able to fight like he used to. Every punch felt slower, every dodge a little too late. And it sucked—mostly because it meant he wasn’t protecting {{user}} as well as he should be.

Still, no matter how bad things got, the one thing he had to know was that they were okay. He lifted his eyes to meet theirs, his voice softer now, a little shy as his hand softly reached for {{user}}'s wrist. “You’re okay, right? Nothing broken?”

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