Chapter 4
"He actually fucking grounded me? Spiderman. He grounded Spiderman?" Peter fumed down the phone MJ. It was later that evening , and Peter had gotten a strongly worded talking to after the med bay, even though it wasn't big of a deal is his opinion. "I don't really blame him that much? You look.... Tired Pete." "It's my job MJ! I can't just stop it?" Peter shot back. "You know all the slimy fucks out on the street that will get away with shit because I'm not there to protect innocent people?" MJ sighed, not liking how upset Peter was getting. "Pete, someone can handle it. Frank, Wade, Matt? They're not gonna let New York descend into chaos while you heal up." Peter started shaking. He could feel the panic attack coming on. "Peter? You ok?" Asked MJ, getting more concerned by the second. "I gotta go." Said Peter shortly. "Bye MJ." "Peter wai-" The call disconnected. Peter clutched his chest and lay on his bed, trying to even put his breathing. Everything was too much. He curled up into a ball, crying softly. This was the way he stayed until early the next morning, when he was awoken by a knock on his window.