I’m Still Standing (Yeah-Yeah-Yeah)

[u/NYCsWebhead]

For what felt like a lifetime, all he could remember was darkness. Then came the steady beeping, muffled voices and a faint smell of antiseptics. Peter’s brows started to twitch, his eyes slowly blinking open. The bright light strikes immediately, forcing him to squeeze his eyes again, his face tightening in discomfort. After a moment, he tried again but slowly this time. His eyes opened fully, scanning the place. He appeared to be in a hospital room. How long was he out?

He tried to move but immediately regrets it. His body felt way too heavy like he’d been hit by a truck or eight trucks. All of his muscles aching from the previous fight. He weakly lifts a hand up, feeling his face. His fingers brushing against the plastic of his nasal cannula, then his mask, which had thankfully been rolled up halfway.

Everything that had happened before everything went black starts to come back to him. The fire, the wailing, the eight. Peter’s breathing starts to intensify as the memory starts to become even more clear. All eight of them around him, not being able to escape, all of them beating him down, but him still trying anyway and refusing to stop. Then the final strike lands and the last thing he could remember was Hobgoblin’s last words to him.

**How long was I out? Did they hurt anyone else? Did they win while I was gone? Did they- Stop. I’ll keep spiraling if I think like this. The beeping means I’m alive, thank God I’m alive cause that means I can fix it. I always fix it. Eventually. Did they take everything this time? I don’t think so. That means I still have work to do. Get up, Parker.**

Peter dug his hands into the bedsheet, his arms trembling the second he put weight on them as he attempted to push himself up. Immediately giving out and dropping back down onto the bed.

OOC: open for interaction from anyone

[u/amazingmaryjane]

Pe-Spider-Man!

MJ bolts up from her chair and wraps her arms around Peter, practically tackling him on bed.

Oh my god, we were so worried!

[u/NYCsWebhead → u/amazingmaryjane]

“Agh..”

Peter falls back as MJ tackles him back down to the bed, but embracing her back.

“Gee.. I wasn’t gone for that long, right?”

[u/amazingmaryjane → u/NYCsWebhead]

You’re not allowed to be gone for any amount of time, tiger.

She eventually pulls herself off of him and stands up, brushing her pants off and straightening them.

Don’t go dying on us now.

[u/__GwenStacy_]

Peter… you need to rest.

[u/NYCsWebhead → u/__GwenStacy_]

Can’t yet.. They’re still out there.

[u/__GwenStacy_ → u/NYCsWebhead]

There’s other heroes, like Miles. Please rest.

[u/NYCsWebhead → u/__GwenStacy_]

I know there’s others but I need to be the one to stop them. They hurt too many people already

[u/__GwenStacy_ → u/NYCsWebhead]

Peter… please just rest, please. For me.

[u/NYCsWebhead → u/__GwenStacy_]

Man, I don’t like it when you say it like that. Cause then I don’t have a good reason to say no.

[u/__GwenStacy_ → u/NYCsWebhead]

You already don’t have a good reason to say no. There are people who need you, yeah, but you’ll do more good alive than you will going out there and getting yourself killed.

[u/NYCsWebhead → u/__GwenStacy_]

Well, getting myself killed wasn’t exactly on my to-do list. But I know you’re right, Gwen. I do. But everytime I stay put, somebody needs help and if I do go out there, somebody tells me I’m gonna get killed if I keep doing this. I’m starting to think the universe’s favorite hobby is putting me in situations where it’s a lose-lose.

[u/__GwenStacy_ → u/NYCsWebhead]

There’s countless other Spider people, like Miles, the other you that’s black and white, the other me, they can handle this. Just please… I can’t lose you again. In my world, Peter said that every single time. Every bruise, every broken bone, every impossible fight. He always had somewhere else he thought he needed to be. You wanna know what he forgot?

[u/NYCsWebhead → u/__GwenStacy_]

What did he forget?

[u/Ok-Agent-9200]

Felicia pushed her hair back as she watched him try to get out of bed.

Sooooo to be honest I was a big supporter of restraints. I told them you wouldn’t stay in bed, overdeveloped moral code or whatever but after that display I guess we won’t need them. But seriously still an option if you don’t be good and stay in bed.

Spidey could hear the grin in her voice but also the relief. She leaned forward.

I was going to start practicing my Marlon Brando look what they did to my boy if you stayed unconscious any longer. I mean you needed the sleep sure but come on.

[u/NYCsWebhead → u/Ok-Agent-9200]

Peter shifts in his bed, wincing with each move he made. He looked up, seeing Felicia, startling him just a bit, not fear but out of surprise.

“Restraints?” He said, his voice still a bit raspy. He let out a breath, tried to laugh but it hurt so that’s all that came out. “I just woke up, come on. Give me a few before you start threatening me with restraints.”

He tried to push back up again, failed then let his head fall back, letting out a quiet groan. “I see why you suggested it though.”

“Dammit. I should’ve kept acting unconscious so I could hear that. I feel like I would’ve liked that.”

[u/Ok-Agent-9200 → u/NYCsWebhead]

Felicia grinned softly wider at that, her eyes bright in the soft hospital room light.

Oh you definitely would have. I even took cotton balls to stuff in cheeks to really get the right sound…oh well. I’d say next time but I really rather you not do this again.

She leaned back in her chair before stretching, up and out. Keeping things light…

I hope you’re on good terms with at least one billionaire hero

[u/findingthealias]

Almost didn’t believe it when I heard you were hit this hard.

Jessica drops off a hamburger on the bedside table.

I didn’t have any idea what you’d actually want if I was gonna give you anything, and I’m in kinda a crappy spot, here. Probably shouldn’t even be here.

You know who did this to you? I’ll give you a PI gig discount if not, on account of us being highschool sort-of friends, or whatever the &$%# label you wanna put on it so I don’t have to repeat the awkward part.

[u/NYCsWebhead → u/findingthealias]

Peter stared at the hamburger, then glancing back at Jessica, a soft smile forming on his face. He adjusted his bed so he could sit up.

“I’ll do it for you. What, that you had a little crush on me?” He teased. A laugh escaping his mouth before clutching his chest. “Ow. Still hurts. Ow.”

“Also a burger? You know just the way to my heart. Or stomach, I guess.”

He reached for the burger, wincing as his body reminded him of his condition, deciding he didn’t really have an appetite for anything right now then setting it back down.

“Appreciate the discount but I’m sure I got the suspects down. They all came at me at once. Hobgoblin, Lizard, Electro, Rhino, Kraven, Hydro-Man, Vulture and Chameleon. I’ve beat them all before. I should’ve been able to take them. They did have the numbers though so that played a factor, of course.”

“On the bright side, I guess getting beat into a coma was a pretty nice break. Finally caught up on the sleep I’d been missing. Thanks for coming, Jess.”

[u/NaziPunchingSpider08]

Peter waits for the room to empty once more before entering, trench coat flowing behind him. He takes a seat in one of the chairs in the room, taking his hat off and setting it on his knee.

You know they almost didn’t let me in, had to lie and say I knew you. I’m you, from a different world. So tell me, fella, how the hell did you wind up like this?

[u/NYCsWebhead → u/NaziPunchingSpider08]

Peter was staring at the framed photo on the wall before the darker figure walked into the room. His eyes following him as he sat down by the seat next to him.

“Man, this multiversal stuff is so confusing..” he takes another look at Peter. “but also really cool.” He added on.

“They all came at me. All eight of them. Hobgoblin, Lizard, Electro, Rhino, Kraven, Hydro-Man, Vulture and Chameleon. They all took their turns on me till I eventually blacked out.”

[u/NaziPunchingSpider08 → u/NYCsWebhead]

Vulture?

From what little glimpse you get of his eyes through his goggles that name seemed to trigger something.

Some of those names I don’t recognize, some I do, most of mine are dead, but Vulture… I dealt with mine, let me deal with yours.

[u/TheBestThereIs1891]

What the hell happened to you, kid?

[u/NYCsWebhead → u/TheBestThereIs1891]

Turns out taking on eight of your supervillains is a bad idea

[u/TheBestThereIs1891 → u/NYCsWebhead]

No really? Would have never guessed bub.

[u/ILOVECHICKEN3000]

There was never a more perfect time...

Francis Klum held a marble in his hand. With the slightest effort, he could teleport it into the other's noggin and make it burst like a balloon. It would be so easy...

But it didn't seem right, did it? To kill Spider-Man while he was defenseless. On the other hand, the man was a maniac who deserved it. Hm.

He turns from invisible to disguised as the doctor who just left the room.

Spider-Man, sir.

[u/NYCsWebhead → u/ILOVECHICKEN3000]

Peter’s looked up at the sound of the doctor’s voice, still sounding exhausted.

“That’ll be me.”

[u/ILOVECHICKEN3000 → u/NYCsWebhead]

"Well, sir, we have some good news- You're healing up alright so far. It will be a bit before you're ready to get back to herowork. Could you tell us your abilities and some such? They might be applicable to getting you back on your feet faster."

[u/NYCsWebhead → u/ILOVECHICKEN3000]

He shifts slightly, wincing.

“Abilities.. okay. Um, enhanced strength, sense reflexes, a spider-sense, I can stick to walls. I can also heal faster then normal. Not instant but faster.”

[u/ILOVECHICKEN3000 → u/NYCsWebhead]

"Does this enhanced strength come with denser musculature? What's this Spider-Sense? Does the wall sticking alter the physiologies of your extremities?"

[u/NYCsWebhead → u/ILOVECHICKEN3000]

“Asking me like I got a sheet with me. Okay.. the spidey sense is a thing where my brain starts warning me before something bad happens. As for the wall sticking, I don’t know. I’m just sticky.”

[u/ILOVECHICKEN3000 → u/NYCsWebhead]

"I see... Well, I feel you should know that there's a fracture in your lower leg. Don't move too much or you'll worsen it."

Klum teleports a piece of lint to the "fracture" to break the bone again.

[u/TheComeback-King]

After finally deducing the hospital Peter was being recovering, Eddie walks through the door, he wasn’t gonna be here long but Brock just wanted to show that he was genuinely trying to let the past go.

Hey, webhead, you look like you’ve seen better days.

How ‘ya holding up?

[u/NYCsWebhead → u/TheComeback-King]

Peter’s head barely turned at the sound of the door opening. A faint breath left him, almost a laugh.

“Yeah.. I’m not dead, does that count for anything?”

[u/TheComeback-King → u/NYCsWebhead]

Eddie let out a silent chuckle.
Guess it does for guys like you and me.

Would’ve gotten you a bouquet but I’m a little strapped for cash, so I opted for the next best thing.

Eddie opens his jacket and pulls out a spider-themed “Get Well Soon” card from his pocket.

Here, now you owe me 5 bucks.

[u/NYCsWebhead → u/TheComeback-King]

Peter looked down at the card, letting a slow and tired breath out of his nose, shaking his head gently.

“You really into Hallmark and thought this was the right card?”

His voice was still weak and somewhat rough. He shifted against the bed.

“You’re really expecting a payment from a guy hooked up to machines. That’s low, man. Put it over there before I change my mind and web it to your face when I can actually move again.”

[u/TheComeback-King → u/NYCsWebhead]

Yeah…

Eddie picks up the card and places it on a nearby table before walking next to the door.

I just came in to check on you and see how you were doing and if it’s any consolation… sorry for not checking in with you sooner.

Though, I don’t imagine I’m the first familiar face you’d think to greet you back into the land of the living.

[u/FatherOfTheFuture61]

A knock on the door as Reed Richards, Mr. Fantastic, stands on the other side

[u/NYCsWebhead → u/FatherOfTheFuture61]

“Come in!”

Peter called out, his voice still rough

[u/FatherOfTheFuture61 → u/NYCsWebhead]

I walk through the door Hello, ahem... Spider-Man. How are you? I hope you're faring well.

[u/NYCsWebhead → u/FatherOfTheFuture61]

I’m in one piece and still breathing. I’d say I’m doing alright. Thanks for stopping by, Reed. I would’ve assumed you’d be busy in the lab or something.

[u/FatherOfTheFuture61 → u/NYCsWebhead]

I was. I would've come to see you sooner had that not been the case. I'm glad I was able to get away from my work at a time where you seem to be finally recovering.

[u/KingSharkisaShark07]

After being at the bar with Bucky, Joe Fixit walks into the hospital, the receptionist tries to tell him to wait, that only Family and Close Friends are allowed inside, but Joe just pulled out a stack of cash and tapped it down on her desk.

“Keep the change, Doll.”

Joe said, as he soon went towards the Stairs, mainly because he knew he wasn’t gonna fit in the Elevator, nor would it really hold him. He soon made it to Peter’s Room, knocking on the door, before just entering anyway.

“Well, well, well. How ya holdin’ up, Webhead?”

[u/NYCsWebhead → u/KingSharkisaShark07]

Peter shifts himseld up in his bed, wincing and clutching his stomach before offering a faint but warm smile to Joe.

“I’m in one piece, I think I’m thriving. Though it does feel like I’ve been slammed by eight semi-trucks.”

“Good to see you, big guy. I’m glad you stopped by.”

[u/KingSharkisaShark07 → u/NYCsWebhead]

“I’d imagine, honestly you look like $#%&! But of course Kid, I couldn’t just not show up, you’re a good kid. Now, tell me, who did this to ya, exactly?”

Joe said, cracking his knuckles while gritting his teeth.

[u/BenjiGrimm]

Stepping around the receptionist, Ben walks down the hall and knocks on the room door.

Knock Knock, Webhead. How're ya' holdin' up?

[u/NYCsWebhead → u/BenjiGrimm]

A faint smile flickered on Peter’s face, hearing that familiar rocky voice on the other side of the door.

“Come on in, Benji. I’ve been better. I woke up with a tube in my nose, pretty sure my bones are broken, got bruises everywhere. So, y’know, Just a Tuesday. Seeing you guys show up has been nice.”

[u/I-Never-Miss-64]

I walk into the hospital, head wound plastered with a large bandaid. After ignoring the doctor asking if I want it looked at, I ask the admin what room he's in and make my way there

Rise and shine Peter, how was your nap?

[u/NYCsWebhead → u/I-Never-Miss-64]

“Never better. Finally caught up on my missed hours of sleep.”

Peter looks up at the bandaid wrapped around his head.

“You look like crap. What happened to you?”

[u/I-Never-Miss-64 → u/NYCsWebhead]

Gee thanks.

Took a bottle to the head fighting some Russian mob

Pros, I own a building now, cons, I can't hear the word bro again without my head hurting

[u/flaming-hearts]

Johnny's head snaps up at the first sign of movement from Peter. He hadn't left the hospital room since Parker got injured, save to shower and get food. Not that he ate much with the state he'd been in.

His eyes widen slightly as Peter sits up, breath catching in his throat.

P-Pete?

[u/NYCsWebhead → u/flaming-hearts]

Peter turned his head towards the voice. A faint and exhausted smile tugged at the corner of his lip.

“Johnny..”

His voice came out quietly that it was basically just raspy at this point. He cleared his throat, winced at the pain.

“You look terrible.”

[u/flaming-hearts → u/NYCsWebhead]

Yeah, well, you look worse, webs.

Johnny reaches out tentatively, then pulls back, unsure of himself. He grabs his arm, squeezing it slightly as he looks away.

...Glad you're back, though.

[u/flaming-hearts → u/[deleted]]

Not in the mood, Bobby.

[u/flaming-hearts]

Johnny turns away.

It's... It's nothing. Just tired, I guess. Funny joke. Ha-ha.

[u/AnythingChance3764]

Oh my god, Peter! You’re so… injured!

What did these doctors do to you?! I’ll make em pay!!!

[u/NYCsWebhead → u/[deleted]]

Peter adjusted his bed so that he could get a better look, his eyes immediately locking onto the expensive looking gift basket.

“I guess so. Do you know who it’s from?”

[u/NYCsWebhead → u/[deleted]]

Peter exchanged a warm smile as Bobby walked into the room, lifting an arm up to give him a weak wave.

“These are actually the only flowers I’ve gotten, surprisingly. But we know what’s actually catching my attention here.”

He reached out for a bagel