Chapter 5
Peter groaned. Something loud was interrupting his sleep. He turned onto his side and looked at his phone. There were five missed calls from Mr. Stark.
“Oh shit!” He whispered. He glanced up at his roommate. Of course, he was still fully asleep. It was a wonder how he even woke up on time for class.
Peter snatched his suit from his suitcase under his bed and climbed out of the window. He pulled his suit on and pressed the symbol on his chest. It shrunk until it hugged his body perfectly. The screen in his goggles glowed and suddenly he could see his text messages.
“Hey Karen,” Peter said to seemingly no one.
“Hello, Peter. It’s been a while. How were your midterms?” His AI responded.
“They were fine. Do you know why Mr. Stark called me?”
“I can call him back if you’d like.”
“Yea thanks.”
Peter heard the dial tone. After a few rings, he finally answered. But, it was silent on his side.
“Uhhh? Mr. Stark?” Peter said after a few seconds of silence.
“Yes?” He replied.
“What’s up?” This was weird. Something was up. He got the strangest feeling that Mr. Stark was in danger.
“Spider-Man, I need your help in Stark Tower!”
Peter hesitated. “Uhhh I mean now? I’m in Massachusetts…”
“Right...” He seemed to ponder this. “It’s urgent. Something bad happened.”
“What? Are you ok? Is May ok?”
“It’s May. She… Got hurt.”
Peter cursed under his breath. How could he get all the way to New York? “What happened? Is she gonna be ok?”
“We don’t know yet. You better get here.”
“I’m on my way,” Peter hung up without another word. He didn’t care about anything other than May. He didn’t care that all of Tony’s responses were short and undescriptive. He also didn’t care to notice that Tony called him Spider-Man instead of kid or Pete. All he cared about was getting to May. He lept from the roof and crawled back through the window. He tore off the suit and got dressed. He woke up Harley and together they sped down the highway.
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It was the longest drive of Peter’s life. The whole time he was just thinking of gruesome scenarios of May in danger. Harley kept shooting him worried looks. He kept telling Peter to ‘calm down’ and ‘we’ll be there soon’. But, Peter had the horrible feeling they wouldn’t get there soon enough.
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Harley hadn’t even stopped the car when Peter unbuckled himself and jumped from the car. He dashed for the elevator and pushed the button about 100 times. It wasn’t going fast enough. He gave up on the elevator right as Harley jumped in. The doors shut on him leaving Peter to take the stairs.
Peter shot a web up through the center of the stairwell. It stuck to the ceiling of the top floor and it pulled him up. He jumped off after a few moments of rising and ran through the doors into the medbay. It was empty.
“FRIDAY! Where’s Mr. Stark?” Peter shouted.
“He’s waiting for you in the garage.” She answered.
Peter swore and ran back to the stairs. He jumped through the center and caught himself last second with a well-aimed web. He bolted back into the garage. And there Mr. Stark stood. He seemed a bit more stiff than usual. But, Peter just assumed he was stressed about May. His spider-sense flared up a bit as he approached. But, he was probably just full of adrenalin.
“Mr. Stark!” Peter called. “Where’s May?”
“She’s not here. I don’t even know who she is.”
“Wha-” Tony sent a powerful punch right to Peter’s face. And he hit spot on. Peter shouldn’t have ignored his spider-sense. He was blown backward and slammed into one of Tony’s many black Audi’s. He got up and raised his hands in surrender. “I know this isn’t Tony. Who are you?”
“The question is, who are you Spider-Man?” Not-Tony’s hands began to glow blue. Peter quickly shot a web at the wall and pulled himself out of the way just in time. He ran up and tried to land a kick to the man’s back. But, he easily stepped out of the way. He grabbed Peter’s ankle with his glowing fist and threw him into the concrete wall. Peter’s vision went dark for a moment. He blinked hard and stood. He still couldn’t see. He raised his fists defensively. He regained his vision just in time to see a blue light racing for his face. He must’ve blacked out. Because when he opened his eyes, he was laying on his back in the trunk of a car. The top was open and there was Not-Mr. Stark looking through Peter’s wallet. Did he just get mugged by a billionaire?
“Peter Parker…” The man said with a grin. “You’ll do.”
Peter tried to move. But, he felt weak. He felt weird. Fuzzy. But, things only got weirder. Mr. Stark’s face melted into some kind of zombie’s face. It then somehow reconstructed itself to look like Peter. The man shrunk an inch or so and smiled with Peter’s smile. At that point, Peter assumed he was dreaming. This was some shit he’d never seen. He kinda wished he hadn’t seen it, to begin with. Not-Peter slammed the trunk closed and it sped off. The darkness and the soft bumping lolled Peter back to unconsciousness.
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“Tony!” Harley yelled. The whole tower seemed abandoned. “FRIDAY? Where’s Tony?”
“I’m sorry, he doesn’t seem to be on the premises… He seems to have just disappeared.”
Harley didn’t know what that meant. He just stood confused. He decided to look for Peter instead. He ran down the stairs and back to the garage. Peter was standing against the car.
“Apparently May and Tony aren’t here…” Harley said. “Wanna stop by May’s apartment?”
“Yea,” Peter replied. His voice was deeper than usual. Harley assumed it was just stress. The whole drive he was bouncing his leg and breathing like just ran a marathon. He decided this wasn’t the weirdest about the situation.
They both climbed into the car and off they sped to May’s.
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Was this person Peter’s brother? What was their relationship? Maybe a best friend? He had to find out soon or he’d blow his cover.
Not-Peter decided to keep quiet during the ride to May’s house. He also wasn’t sure who May was in relation to Peter either. But, he knew she was important.
They parked on the street and the boy (Not-Peter assumed they were brothers) jumped out and into the building. Not-Peter followed him up the stairs and into the apartment. The boy had a key. Definitely brother then. They burst in through the door into the dark apartment. The boy ran to a door on the far side and knocked. A very disgruntled looking woman opened it. (She must’ve been Peter’s mother).
“Harley?” She said. She must’ve been sleeping. It was almost 5 AM. The woman looked around confused. Her eyes landed on Not-Peter and she smiled.
“Hey, what are you doing back? Did something happen?”
“Uhhh… We thought something happened to you…” Apparently, his name was Harley.
“What?”
“Yea Tony called us and said you were hurt. But… I mean, you look fine.”
“Yea I haven’t seen Tony in weeks.”
Harley looked at Not-Peter with concern. “I think he’s in trouble. I mean why else would he say May was hurt and then not be at the tower? It must’ve been some coded message to bring us back to the city!”
Not-Peter began to sweat. Harley was getting too close to the truth. He had to find a way to slow him down.
“Is my suit in the car?” Not- Peter asked. If he could get in the suit he could disappear and never come back. It was a good escape route. He had to abandon ship before Harley got too close to the truth. Not-Peter never thought that Harley may not know Peter Parker’s Secret Identity.
“You brought a suit?” Harley asked. May looked shocked.
“You told him?”
“Told me what?”
“So he didn’t tell you?”
“Told me WHAT?”
Not-Peter got tired of their bickering very quickly. He began to look around the apartment for Peter’s room. He assumed there would be an extra Spider-Man suit there for him to escape in. He easily found Peter’s messy bedroom and began searching. It wasn’t hard, however. All he had to do was open the closet and there sat a folded Spider-Man suit. He snatched it up and pulled it on. It took him a moment to realize how to make it tighten around his body. But all he had to do was press on the symbol on his chest. He grabbed the mask and slid the window open. He had one foot out when the door slammed open. Not-Peter whipped his head around. Harley was standing in the doorway wide-eyed.
“Holy fuck!” He shouted.
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Peter peeled his eyes open. Even though his whole body screamed for him to go back to sleep. He was met with a dark room. He was sitting on something wet and cold. He shifted uncomfortably. His whole body was sore. Especially his arms. He tried to stretch them out but, they were above his head. His whole body sunk when he realized they were shackled to the wall. He strained against them but, he was still fuzzy from some kind of drug.
He looked around the room until his eyes fell upon a figure. He was also sitting on the concrete floor with his arms above his head. Peter felt a pit in his stomach when he realized it was Mr. Stark. He let his head fall against the wall with a thud. This was going to suck. A lot.
“Mr. Stark?” Peter whispered. “You awake?”
“Yea…” He groaned. He must’ve just woken up too.
“You ok?” Peter asked. He knew it was a dumb question. But, it was the best he could do.
“Yea I’m awesome.”
Peter nodded. He opened his mouth to speak but stopped abruptly when he heard a voice. It was a woman. She was on the phone with a man.
“Kid-” Peter shooshed him. He was trying to listen. But, it was hard she was a bit too far away. He focused until the voices disappeared. Peter swore under his breath when he heard approaching footsteps. He looked at Tony and told him to be quiet.
And then, a woman appeared. She stood in the doorway slightly shadowed. It was difficult to make out her face. But he could tell she didn’t have any hair. If she did, It must’ve been really short. Like buzz cut short.
“Hello Peter Parker,” She said. Her voice was smooth and calm. “I assume you’ve met Stark. He’s been here for a while. I just can’t get him to give me what I need. I was hoping you’d help me.”
“Tough luck lady. I can’t help you.”
“It’s not you that I need. I just need some information. And our friend Stark is here to help you give it up,” That didn’t sound good.
“Go to hell,” Peter said. He sounded much braver than he felt. Mr. Stark gave him a warning look.
The woman just laughed. She stepped out from the doorway and into the light. Peter was confused at her appearance. Her face was completely smooth. No eyes or nose or anything. Just a smooth oval. And she was completely bald. She pulled out a gun and cocked it. “This will be fun.”
Peter leaned further into the wall at the sight of the gun. It was shocking. He was thinking there would be more in between interrogation and death. But, maybe this lady worked differently.
“I have six rounds. One has a bullet. Five do not. I’m going to shoot Stark in the face every time you don’t answer correctly. Are we clear?” She explained. Her voice really didn’t convey a threat to Tony’s life. It sounded more like she was explaining why you can’t have ice cream for dinner to a toddler.
Peter stiffened though. He was speechless for a moment. But, it didn’t take him long to regain his voice. “What do you want?”
“I want to know who gave you your powers. I know you weren’t born with them. So, How’d you get them?”
Peter thought for a moment. He had no idea what to say. If this crazy lady figured out how to recreate Spider-Man’s powers she could make an army of them.
“I don’t know,” Peter chose to say.
Apparently that was the wrong answer because the woman pulled the trigger. The gun clicked and no bullet came out. Both men were shocked.
“That’s one,” The woman said.
“I wasn’t lying! I don’t know.”
The gun clicked and reset again.
“That’s two.”
Peter hesitated. He really wasn’t lying. He had no idea what to say.
The gun went off again.
“That’s three! Halfway done. You’re taking too long! Might wanna hurry it up over there.”
“It was an accident… I didn’t get them on purpose. I was just in the right place at the right time…”
The gun went off again.
“There’s a 50/50 chance Stark is going to die in the next thirty seconds if you don’t tell me WHERE you got your powers!”
“Oscorp…” Peter said. “I was on a field trip to Oscorp and a spider bit me!”
The gun went off again. This time the bullet was released. Peter saw in slow motion the bullet hit Mr. Stark in the shoulder. Peter screamed. He needed to help him. To get him to the med bay. He strained against the metal until his wrists bled.
Mr. Stark groaned and shut his eyes tight. “You’re a terrible shot lady,” He said through gritted teeth.
The lady swore and swung the butt of the gun at Mr. Stark. She hit him on the temple and he slouched over unconscious.
Peter had no idea how long Mr. Stark could last. At this rate, he was going to die. And it would be Peter’s fault. He took a deep breath and chose to look anywhere but at Tony.
“Who created the spider that bit you?”
“Oh my god! I don’t know it was an accident!”
The woman considered this for a moment. “You know,” She said approaching Peter. “My brother is with your friend. Harley Is it? And your aunt. Neither of them has any clue you’re missing. It would be easy for him to just… Break their spines.”
Peter stiffened. He was so totally screwed.
“That aunt of yours is much older than she looks. I don’t think she could live through that.” She said.
Her face began to melt. It melted and reformed itself into May’s face. “Help me, Peter!” She yelled. “He’s going to kill me!”
“Stop it,” Peter said trying to keep himself together.
“Don’t kill me, Peter! I love you!” Fake May screamed.
“STOP!”
“PETER!”
“SHUT UP!” Peter ripped the metal encasing his hands from the wall. He was basically free. Free to kick this sick lady’s ass.
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“You’re Spider-Man…” Harley said in shock. “You’re not just being a dick right? You can really climb walls and stuff? THat’s how you broke the tape! And how you didn’t die when Greg almost killed us!” Oh god... ”
“Harley, breathe,” May said rubbing his shoulders. “I had the same reaction. Just calm down.”
“I think I’m having a panic attack,” Harley said stumbling out of the room. He had to get out of there. It was all just a really weird dream. He was dreaming. He had to be dreaming. Peter Parker his roommate had been Spider-Man this whole time. But, he couldn’t fight for shit. He felt dizzy. Like he was going to pass out. He realized he hadn’t been breathing that whole time. He tried to take it a breath. But, he just couldn’t. He stumbled to the couch and fell to his knees beside it gasping for breath. That whole time he was living with SPIDER-MAN?
“Honey, you need to calm down ok?” May said kneeling beside him.
Harley finally let air in and began shakily breathing. He buried his face in his hands. It was all way too much to handle. He took a few moments to catch his breath before turning back to Not-Peter.
“Were you ever gonna tell me?”
Not-Peter hesitated. “Yea…”
Harley shook his head. He was about to say something when he heard a voice come from Peter’s bedroom. Everybody looked sound.
“The kid is free! Kill them!” It said followed by static.
“What?” Harley said in shock.
Not-Peter looked back at him with a very Unpeter face. Almost sinister. It left a bad taste in Harley’s mouth. Suddenly, Harley had the urge to run. Run far away and take May with him. So, that’s what he did. He grabbed May by the arm and dragged her out the door and didn’t look back. He pulled her down the stairs and to his car. He fumbled with the keys a bit. But, ever since the Greg incident, he decided to keep his keys with him at all times. He unlocked the car and the two climbed in. May was still very confused. But, Harley didn’t want to stick around long enough to find out what was happening.
“Did you see his face?” May asked after a moment of driving.
“I didn’t look back,” Harley replied.
“That wasn’t Peter. I don’t know what that thing is but it isn’t Peter…”
“Then where’s the real Peter? How long have I been with Fake-Peter?”
May just shrugged. Her eyes were full of tears. Harley could tell she was thinking the worst. Harley decided to focus on driving. He needed to keep his mind distracted with something.
“We are so totally screwed,” He whispered.
After about ten minutes of driving, Harley had to pull over. The whole situation hit him like a ton of bricks. His hands were shaking again. They sat parked on the side of the road for a bit before Harley got a bad feeling. Something was wrong. But, he couldn’t tell if he was just going to have another panic attack.
His suspicions of an oncoming panic attack were proven false when Peter Parker knocked on his driver’s side window scaring the shit out of both him and May.
Harley cautiously rolled the window just enough to hear him but, not enough for a had to get through. Just to be safe.
“Dude what’s going on? You ditched me at the tower!” Peter said.
“Are you the real Peter?” Harley asked starting the engine again.
“Am I the real Peter? Yea?” He said.
Harley wasn’t sure what to believe. He couldn’t risk May getting hurt. If this was going to be a Greg situation, he would have to get her the hell out of there like last time.
He turned to May. “I’m going out there. Peter, back away from the car,” He said.
“What?” May said. “No, stay here!”
“If anything happens don’t hesitate to get the hell out.”
“Harley Keener you stay in this car!”
Harley ignored her. Yes, it was stupid. But, if this wasn’t Peter, he could just break the window and kill them both easily. So, he gritted his teeth and slid out of the car.
Peter approached him slowly. He smiled for a second before reaching out and punching Harley across the face. He fell the concrete and yelled for May to get the hell out of there. He tried to get to his feet. But, Not-Peter landed a solid kick to his stomach. Harley doubled over and coughed for a few moments.
Not-Peter’s hands began to glow light blue. Harley knew Spider-Man couldn’t do that. He rolled away just in time to evade a glowing fist to the face. It broke the pavement where his head was just seconds ago. He swallowed thickly at the sight of the crumbed concrete.
He didn’t have time to get up though. Not-Peter just grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him up. Harley could see May just sitting in the car in terror.
“Get out of here!” He shouted before Not-Peter punched him in the back. His spin cracked unnaturally. His knees buckled but, he was held up by a tight fist around his throat. He punched and kicked at Not-Peter as he was slowly lifted from the ground. He felt like his head was being ripped from his head. The pressure was suddenly released when he was thrown into a nearby parked car. He crumbled to the ground with a groan. He was awake. But, he really couldn’t move. He wasn’t a superhero. He didn’t have powers. He was just a guy. He was nothing against whatever the hell this guy was. It was going to be a more fatal version of Greg…
Not-Peter sauntered over and knelt beside him. His face began bubbling. Then, it melted. It was melting away. Then, it somehow reformed itself into Greg’s face.
Harley’s breath caught in his throat. This wasn’t real. He had to be dreaming. Every muscle in his body was screaming at him to get the hell out of there. But, he couldn’t all he could do was stare into the face of the man that almost killed him and Peter.
Not-Greg grabbed a fistful of Harley’s hair, lifted him to his knees and raised his glowing fist. Harley just sat there frozen. The glowing fist raced toward his face and hit him hard. Large chunks of his hair were ripped out of his scalp from the strain. Not- Greg winded up, again and again, until Harley couldn’t open his eyes. He just had a vague awareness of his surroundings. He was definitely about to die. But, Not-Greg froze for a moment before dropping Harley hard onto the road. He was lying across from Not-Greg. Only Not-Greg wasn’t moving anymore. His eyes were empty and unfocused.
Harley felt hands on his shoulder but he didn’t care. He just watched as Not-Greg’s face melted and reformed into a smooth surface. No facial features at all. Just a smooth face. It made Harley want to puke.
The hands on his shoulder pulled him up to his knees. When he raised his head, he saw May kneeling across from him. She pulled him into a tight hug. He could feel his shirt getting wet where her face was. His mind was working a bit slow so it took him a while to realize she was crying.
She pulled out of the hug and Harley swayed. She caught him by the shoulders and held him up.
“Don’t ever ask me to stay in the car again you hear me?” She demanded. But, her voice and expression were soft.
Harley nodded. That was a mistake though. His vision instantly started spinning. May backed away just before he leaned over and puked. She rubbed his back until he was finished.
May helped him climb into the car and off they drove. Harley had no clue where they were going and kept passing out. When the car finally stopped, they were in some random parking lot.
“Wus happenin’?” He slurred.
“I made a deal with Peter that if he was ever in trouble we would meet here after the Justin Hammer thing…”
Harley didn’t reply he would’ve nodded but, he didn’t want to puke in his own car.
They sat in the parking lot for what felt like forever. May was using pieces of her pyjamas to cover Harley's cuts and gashes. He really should’ve gotten a first aid kit for the car. Him getting his ass kicked was happening more than he thought was possible. Trouble just seemed to follow him. Or no… actually, trouble always followed Peter.
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Peter used the cuffs as a weapon against the woman. He elected to ignore the fact that her face was still May’s. And her voice. She was still yelling May’s voice. God, it was horrible to think of that. He would never hurt May. But, he had to. He had to get out. He pushed off the wall with his feet and smacked the lady right in her temple with the vibranium cuffs. She fell to the ground instantly and didn’t get up.
Peter didn’t waste any time. He ran straight to Mr. Stark and pulled his cuffs from the wall. He wondered why he also had vibranium cuffs.
Since Peter couldn’t break through the cuffs, he would have to carry Mr. Stark with his forearms. It took a moment for him to get steady. But, once he did, he ran. He ran as far and as fast and possible the hell out of there. He knew he had to get to the parking lot. He just didn’t know where he was and how to get there.
Turns out, he was in an old abandoned hospital. Good thing he was close enough to an exit. He hated hospitals. They always creeped him out. He ran out and realized he knew exactly where he was. He had done a mission ear there with Rhodey a few months prior. He was so lucky. He also wasn’t far from the parking lot. He could make it in maybe half an hour.
He just kept sprinting and sprinting. He had no clue if May and Harley would be there. He hoped they were there in a car. Mr. Stark was really hurt. Peter would’ve bandaged the wound or stopped the bleeding. But, his hands were kinda tied.
He was exhausted after about 25 minutes. He was so close. His pace slowed to a light jog. He really couldn’t breathe. He had been running for so long. Five minutes felt like forever. He kept moving even so.
When he finally reached the entrance to the parking lot, there was just one car there. He prayed It was Harley’s. He took a final step before collapsing on his back. He hoped Mr. Stark hadn't been hurt in the fall. He couldn’t move to check. He was so tired.
After a moment of lying there, he gathered all the strength he had left to yell. He didn’t yell anything in particular. Just a yell. To May or whoever was in that car to help him.
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May had just about finished wiping the blood from Harley’s face. He didn’t feel better per se. He just wanted May to distract herself with something.
She finally leaned back in her seat and sighed. “Do you think he’s gonna show up here?”
“I don’t know.”
“God how long has he been gone? I’m the worst mother ever…”
“You saved my life. That’s kinda awesome.”
May hummed in response. Harley knew she disagreed.
“He’ll be here. I mean he’s actually Spider-Man. He can handle himself.”
May nodded. She opened her mouth to respond but stopped when she heard something. Harley heard it too. Someone was yelling. May instantly opened her door ad ran out. Harley stumbled out behind her. He groaned and tried to run but, he almost passed out. So, instead, he looked across the lot to see what May was kneeling over. He really couldn’t tell. He had to get closer. He inched forward until he got a clear view. Peter and Tony were lying on the pavement.
Harley’s heart starting pounding faster. They looked dead. He leaned over the car for support. His knees were giving out. He was having another panic attack. He couldn’t breathe or move. He could just hear the hammering of his heart against his ribs. They were dead. He could slightly hear someone calling his name. But, he couldn’t focus on it. He fell to his knees scratching at his chest. He needed to breathe. Then there was a hand on his chest. Just like Mr. Stark would do after he had one of his nightmares. It calmed him down instantly. He somehow managed to suck in more breath. He looked up to the owner of the hand. Of course, it was May. All she had done all day was take care of him. He felt a bit bad for her.
“We need to get Tony to a hospital,” May said once she was sure Harley was ok.
“Is he ok?”
“I just need you to start the car.”
Harley nodded and climbed back into the car. He turned the keys and it roared back to life. He looked out the window and saw Peter carrying Tony across the lot with May running beside him checking out Tony’s wounds.
Bile travelled up Harley’s throat when he saw the blood. There was so much. He stumbled out of the car and puked for the second time. While he was busy throwing up, they managed to put Tony and May in the back seat. She was fixing him up as much as possible before they could get to the hospital. Harley turned back to the car. He got a good look at Tony’s face. It was pale and chalky. Not to mention soaked in blood.
Harley felt dizzy. His mouth was dry and he couldn’t stop himself from passing out.
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Harley’s head smacked against something hard. He groaned and pried his eyes open. He was lying down on something bumpy. He turned his head to his left and was met with the back of May’s head. He groaned her name and she turned to look at him. She gave him a soft smile before turning back to whatever she was doing. Harley looked beside him. Peter was there. But he was staring straight ahead with laser focus. Harley turned to see what he was looking at. That’s when he realized. Peter was driving.
“Woah!” He said trying to lift his head from the leaned back seat. “Slow down! Stop! Stop the car!”
“Honey, He’s just taking us to the hospital ok? Everything’s ok!” May reassured without looking away from what she was doing.
“Peter can’t drive…” He groaned. “My car!”
“Can you shhh! I’m trying to focus!” Peter said leaning closer to the wheel. Harley also noticed that Peter’s wrists were cuffed together. So not only was he driving… But he was handcuffed too.
“Oh god…” Harley said shutting his eyes tight. They were all gonna die.
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They miraculously didn’t die! They made it all the way to the tower and got all patched up thanks to Cho. Well, Harley at least… Tony was still asleep. He wasn’t bleeding all over Harley’s car anymore though.
Harley spent the first night in his own room. Thankfully he didn’t need any surgery. Just some stitches and a LOT of pain meds. Tony wasn’t so lucky. He was in surgery for five hours and intensive care for two days. Harley wasn’t allowed to see him for the first two days. But, once they got him stable, Harley spent about every second at his bedside. He felt slightly guilty for not realizing he wasn’t with real Peter. So, he tried to do anything to make up for it.
On the third night, Peter visited. He had been staying in the apartment with May until she felt safe in the house.
“Hey man,” Peter said when he opened the door. He slipped in and sat across the room. Harley assumed he thought it would awkward between them. What with the fact that some chameleon dude pretended to be him for a day.
“What’s something only you would know?” Harley asked.
“What?”
“When was the first time we actually became friends? Not tolerating each other. The first time I considered you my friend.”
“Uhh, I think it was when you said you were going back to Tennesse and I said I’d go with you. And then you drove me home to prove I couldn’t be in a car with you. But then it turns out we’re like… The same person,” Peter said with a small smile.
“You passed Parker.”
Peter nodded. “Is he doing ok?”
“Yea he’s just gonna be asleep for a while.”
Peter nodded again. “So what happened? What did the chameleon do as me?”
“Well…” Harley hesitated. It was difficult to think back on. “He went to May’s house with me ad then he hanged into a Spider-Man suit he found in your closet and tried to jump out the window. Then he tried to kill us. That’s kinda the gist of it.”
“Shit…” Peter muttered. “Harley I was gonna tell you but, I just couldn’t find the right time.”
“It’s fine man. I’m over it. Just glad everyone is ok really.”
“How’d you react?”
“I kinda freaked out. But, I was ok. Until the near-death experience that is.” Harley regretted it the second he said it. Peter didn’t seem to take offence by it.
“So you can really climb walls and do flips and stuff?” Harley said after the most loaded pause he’d ever lived through.
Peter’s face lit up. He jumped out of his chair and walked to a clear area of the room. He backflipped up the ceiling and opened his arms.
“Welcome to the Spider-Man show!” He said grinning wider than ever.