T.W- Blood and bullying

Summary- Peter is hurt on patrol. And oh, what's that, it's his class and they're staying overnight.

(Third Person P.O.V)

Spiderman jumps down out of nowhere, it's currently 8AM and Peter knows he is late for school, but he has to do this, even if it is a surprise trip somewhere and we're staying overnight in this place.

The men look up, guns loaded and safeties being switched off.

Their glares burn holes in my head as each man looks at each other, agreeing almost telepathically for the go ahead.

One man raises his gun and nods to them all, then the bullets fly.

(Peter's P.O.V)

Now, I know what you are all thinking, 'Peter, you silly goose what has happend,' well my dear readers, let me tell you.

I was busy saving people when these people came into view, weapons covering their entire bodies, and let me tell you, I don't have a clue why they have them.

But I know I had to stop them.

When the bullets start flying I dive to the floor, doing my best to not be their target practice today.

They follow my movement though and soon bullets are slicing past me, some grazing against me.

I web one up to the wall, the men distracted slightly by this give me an opportunity to web the others up.

My senses still blared, and as I turned I felt a bullet enter my stomach, and a knife embedded into my thigh.

A man stands there, a wicked smile on his face, obviously this dude had hid from when I arrived.

I punch the man in his face, making him fall into oblivion.

The pain is instant, like a flick of a switch.

It nearly drowns out the sound of my senses screaming again, I just have enough time to dive from the bullet that should have entered my skull.

Turning painfully I see one man in the webs with his gun still in hand, he lets of another shot before I have time to react and pain punches me in the shoulder.

Webbing his gun away I quickly web up the unconscious man, trying hard to stay awake from the blood that falls quickly from me.

I swing up to a building and lean against the wall, trying to stem the ever growing blood around me I whisper, "K, call dad."

I shut my eyes and try to find strength to stay awake, I hear the line connect and my dad say, "Petey, you should be in school. Are you okay?" concern lacing his voice.

With the pain increasing and my vision darkening with every painful second I strenuously say "Help. Hurt."

Everything blurs together and the darkness consumes me before I hear a reply.

(TIMOTHY SKIP)

I crack my eyes open, the light blinding me and I whimper before slamming my eyes shut.

I see it become darker from behind my eyelids and hesitantly open them, thanking the gods for the lights being off.

"Dad?" I croak out.

I feel a hand on mine and him saying, "yeah Bambi, I'm here. You gave me quite a scare," a humourless laugh at the end.

"Sorry," I say.

He just shakes his head and replies, "it's alright. We can leave, we patched you up, but no school okay. It's already 1 anyway. We can go upstairs and you can relax. Okay," his voice holds no room for argument and honestly I don't want to, everything hurts.

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Getting upstairs was not as easy as I thought, I had to be carried because my thigh hurt to put pressure on and I was honestly too tired.

So, when the doors open and I hear a lot more chatter than normal, it confuses me.

Of course my aunts and uncles are here but they aren't that loud.

I just ignore it as my dad places me on the sofa quickly saying "pick a movie Bubba, I'm going to get some snacks and blankets."

I nod as he races off.

Just as I pick a movie out and set it up, I hear the voices get louder and then someone say, "and this here is the common living area."

I frown and slightly turn around, and there stands my class.

This is not, and I repeat NOT good.

I'm just sat here my dad's old MIT sweatshirt and sweats.

"What is Penis doing there?" Flash asks obnoxiously.

And then, dad walks in.

Oh goodie.

Thankfully he didn't hear Flash, he walks straight through them muttering something under his breath and walks over to me, laying the blanket over me.

I snuggle closer to the warmth and wince as the pain that lashes out in my stomach.

The class still stands there, but are quickly forgotten about as my dad sees the wince and says, "are you alright."

I just nod, not having strength to actually give a verbal answer.

He sits beside me and lightly moves me over to him and I shut my eyes, ignoring the whispers from behind me, soon falling asleep.

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I don't know how long I was asleep but it's dark out, the voices are back again and my dad is nowhere to be seen.

I shakily stand and head toward the voices, they're in the kitchen.

Not only my family but also my whole class.

UGHHHHHHHH.

My dad sees me and quickly stands, catching everyone's attention as he runs over to me, helping me into my chair, (which was empty due to the fact it's mine, just saying).

My class all gasp slightly at the red seeping from my chest, looking down I see it's old blood and sigh.

"What happened to you Penis," Flash sneers, all though his eyes hold confusion.

Before I can reply everyone of my family has weapons trained on him and my dad steps forward saying, "what did you just call my son. And for your information he got hurt, you need no less information."

His voice holds anger and an underlying tone of a threat to try to make him say it again so he can blast his face off.

Flash seems to get the hint as his mouth clamps shut and says, "I'm sorry sir."

Dad takes a step forward "Ever lay a hand on my kid I will not hesitate to kill you. Say one and I mean ONE mean thing to him. I will snap your neck with my pinky, got it."

Even I feel intimidated and I'm not the one being shouted at.

Flash nods numbly, and my dad sits back down and smiles at me, a genuine smile full of fatherly love and not the fake paparazzi smile.

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