Chapter 1
Peter lay on his back looking at the stars. Normally he'd be in awe at the beauty of them and how brightly they seemed to shine, despite the light pollution of Hell's Kitchen. Tonight wasn't a night for stargazing however. The pain in his ribs was getting steadily worse and he was sickeningly aware of the frankly worrying amount of blood that was coming from the gash in his side. He had a choice to make. Stay here on this random roof in the middle of the city and pray that his healing would kick in soon, or go to Matt's. He liked neither of those choices. But, one of them was life threatening and as lovely as passing out sounded right now, he was not going to leave himself vulnerable in a neighborhood like this.
He sighed an managed to pick himself up. All of a sudden he felt something. His Spidey senses were off due to his injuries but someone was here. He looked around, internally panicking but trying to keep a calm exterior. "Jesus Christ kid, the fuck happened to you?" It was only Frank. Thank god it was only Frank. Peter let out a sigh of relief and forced out a light chuckle "Just some asshole who thought it was a good idea to creep on women walking home" Frank's eyes narrowed a little, worried. "You good?" Peter's calm exterior started to slip "He had a knife. I think I need to go to Matt's." Everything started to go black, the pain was too much to bear. "Please help me, it hurts" Frank cursed softly to himself, catching Peter before he fell. Frank was talking to him but he couldn't make out what he was saying. Peter felt himself being scooped up into Franks arms before he finally lost consciousness.