Chapter 1
Peter knew it was over for him when he felt the cold metal sink deep into his skin.
He had won, in a sense -- he beat the bad guy. He beat Mysterio, who, in his last dying breath, threw a huge, sharp piece of metal at Peter's abdomen. He didn't even realize it was coming -- he was too far in shock to realize that his Spidey senses were screaming for a reason. Peter didn't want to kill the guy; he never wanted to kill anyone. But it happened anyway. And now he was paying for it.
He fell onto the ground and moaned in agony. Blood poured out onto his gloved hands and soaked the blue, red, and gold suit that Tony had given him.
And thinking of Tony just made it all so much worse.
Peter forced himself to stand up and is hit with a wave of dizziness, his vision clouded with black spots.
"Karen?" he choked out anxiously.
"Yes, Peter?"
"Am I going to die?"
She hesitated for a few seconds -- a few seconds that felt like an eternity -- while she analyzed his vital signs.
"None of your vital organs have been damaged..."
"Oh! That's good, right?"
"Yes, but you've lost too much blood. You need to find someone to give you first aid."
He looked down at the hole in his side where the metal had pierced through his skin. "Am I close enough to a hospital?"
"Not enough to make it in time. Your hotel is a little closer but you won't be able to make it to your room. According to my calculations, the energy required to swing to your hotel room will be too physically demanding for you right after everything that you've just been through and for how much blood you've lost. You're extremely likely to pass out before you get to your window. Even if you're not hundreds of feet in the air this could end disastrously."
Peter's heart sank deep into his chest. "Is there anywhere I can make it?"
"As you know, the students in your field trip are staying at two different hotels here in Venice. The one you're staying in is too far but you can still make it to the other one."
"Ok..."
"Assuming you want to keep your identity as safe as possible, it is important for you to go to the hotel room of one of your classmates who does not have a roommate. There is only one person in this hotel who chose to room alone."
Peter Parker's heart sank even further into his stomach as the realization hit him. "So you're saying that the only way for me to survive this--"
"Is for you to ask Flash Thompson for help."
"Shit."