Peter doesn't know how he got here. One moment he's beating some of Goblin’s henchmen, and the next he’s sitting in an alley on the other side of town from his office with a knife in his side. As he feels more blood leave his body, he looks up at the sky and waits for it to all inevitably go away.
What an embarrassing way to go, Spider-Man thought as he closed his eyes. dying at the hands of just some low-level henchman.
Before he could have any more self-pitying thoughts, though, Peter heard something. No, someone. He turned to the alley opening as he saw a figure stop at the entrance.
The figure was blurry, partly from Peter not having his glasses on and partly from the pain making his vision hazy.
"Hey, are you—Oh, my god!” he heard the figure say as it ran up to him and kneeled. It must have been exhaustion, because at that moment Peter thought the best idea in that situation was to get in a defensive position. Or at least the best defensive position he could with a knife in his side, multiple bruises, and maybe a broken bone or two.
The figure backed away at this, raising its hands in surrender. "Hey, hey, it's ok. I’m not going to hurt you, ok? I just want to help.” It opened the messenger bag it was carrying and pulled out a medical kit. As Peter saw the kit, he hesitantly lowered his hands and leaned back on the wall of the alley.
The figure, who Peter could now distinguish as a man, opened the kit and looked at the damage. He primarily checked the knife lodged in Peter's side. He could hear the man mutter something about how the knife was going to leave a scar. Peter didn’t really care about that at the moment, though, because all he could look at was the man's messy red hair with a white streak piercing through it.
Though he couldn't really call it "red," he saw real red from his multi-dimensional adventure a couple months ago. In Miles’ universe, he saw so many colors that it was honestly overwhelming. He kept that cube thing from the dimension too; he even figured out how to solve it like Peni showed him. He wondered how she was doing back in her dimension. Peter knew that the last time he saw her, her robot thing broke. She said her dad made it. Peni was a very smart kid, so he was sure she could rebuild it, but
“Ok, besides a few scrapes and bruises, you're good now.” Peter snapped back into reality as the man got up and started to pack the kit back up. He looked down and saw some bandages where the knife was. They looked very professional, too, like the man knew what he was doing.
"Tha-Thank you, Mr...." Peter silently cursed himself for the stutter. He never stuttered.
The man just smiled, though, either not noticing or not pointing it out. “Dr. Watson, people call me MJ.”
People call me MJ.
The doctor’s response replayed in Peter’s mind. When he was in Miles’ universe, he saw a broadcast of a woman with red hair speaking at that universe's Peter’s funeral. She said her name was Mary Jane Watson. He heard Peter B. talk about his ex-wife, MJ, and heck, he even heard Porker say something about a Mary Jane Water-buffalo. So to say the name surprised him would be an understatement.
Realizing MJ was waiting for a response, he blurted, "Oh, um, Spider-noir. It's nice to meet you, Doctor.” Peter held his hand to shake, which Dr. Watson took.
“If you don’t mind me asking, what did you do to get a knife lodged in your stomach?” MJ didn’t sound scolding or sarcastic; he was just curious about what happened.
“I was beating up some criminals, and they stabbed me.” Peter said he was a bit embarrassed about the whole situation.
“Well then, at least they didn't hit a vital organ. Also, if you could, maybe rest up tomorrow to let your body heal.” Dr. Watson replied optimistically. Peter was about to tell him that he didn’t need to rest tomorrow when the doctor suddenly looked at his watch.
"Oh, shoot, I have to go. It's like 11:00 p.m., and I have a morning shift tomorrow. It was nice talking to you, though. Bye!” MJ walked out of the alley and back into the street, disappearing.
It was then that Peter finally noticed the crumpled piece of paper in his hand.
If you ever need more medical assistance, please call: ###### Street, Apt. ###
MJW
Peter smiled at the writing. He finally found his MJ.