(A/N don't worry no big changes! Someone commented about being triggered in this chapter so I wanted to make sure I have a warning, Peter gets cut (by Doc Ock) and is not self harm. Again just making sure no one is caught off guard. Enjoy the story!)
Peter
Hey Ned... I got cut again.

?
Who is Ned? Also cut? On what? And "again"?!

Peter
Umm... Ned. This is serious okay? And yes. Again.

?
Still not Ned. How serious is it? If it's serious then go to the hospital!

Peter
...
Oh shoot.
Your seriously not Ned.
Sorry. He got a new phone, I guess I dripped a bit of blood on the paper and got the # wrong.

?
How are you so clam about this??

Peter
When you live in NYC, it's kinda a given that you'll get cut by something eventually.

?
Are you a spy?

Peter
No... are you?

?
...

***

I looked around the area to determine my next move. I had accidentally texted a wrong number, and was still bleeding though not as bad. It would heal soon enough, but making sure it didn't get infected in that short time was tricky. Doc Ock grazed me in an attempt to stop me from stopping him from robbing a bank.

I picked myself up before trying to locate my nearest emergency backpack. If I could get into normal clothes and a jacket, maybe I could get home without anyone noticing the wound. Luckily, there is one in the alley right below.

After changing into my normal clothes, I headed home as fast as I could. By the time I entered the house I couldn't tell if his head was hurting because of pain, or lost of blood. I guess hadn't lost that much— or well from what I could tell.

I was quickly able to clean up the wound but I didn't really have a bandage or pain meds. I managed to find two small gauze pads, which didn't cover the wound completely, but they worked. The wound still stung a bit. I noticed my phone going off and picked it up.

***

?
Hey, kid. You still there?

Are you okay?

It's almost been 45 minutes.

I know someone that can track your phone.

Peter
I'm good. Gotta be honest, didn't think you would text back again.

...

You know people who can track my phone?

?
Maybe.

Peter
😑

?
😑

***

Nat's POV
I was starting to think this was a spy less and less. I might still have Tony hack their phone. But that could wait.

This kid had cut themselves? How?

***

Nat
So how did you cut yourself anyway?

?
You changed the subject.

Nat
Did I?

Yes. Yes I did.

?
Do I like you?

Yes. Yes I do.

Can we be friends? 😃

Nat
You're a strange kid.

?
I'm not a kid!

I'm a teenager...

Nat
Why do I get the feeling you have no regard for your personal safety.

?
Ahahaha

...

Why would you think that.

Nat
Because you just gave your age to a stranger.

?
So...

Does that mean you are a spy?

Nat
No.

?
Sure.

Nat
Whatever. Did you get pain meds?

?
If that's what you wanna believe I won't stop you.

(? Changed your name to Kim Possibly)

Kim Possibly
Really?

***

I couldn't help but laugh at the name the kid gave me. Maybe I should give him some ridiculous name if we are going to keep this up.

***

Kim Possibly
So what do I call you?

?
😃 Does this mean we are friends?

Kim Possibly
No.

Maybe.

...

Possibly.

?
Yay!! 🥳

***

Peter's POV
This was fun. If it weren't for the fact my heart beat still felt like it was coming from my arm, I'd texting ten times faster.

Kim Possibly seemed to be having a good time as well.

***

Peter
Now I can count my friends on two hands!

Jk. Still only one hand.

Kim Possibly
How many friends do you have?

Peter
2. Plus you.

Hey that rhymed.

Kim Possibly
Don't go Dr. Seuss on me.

***

Peter laughed at her joke. Yeah he was having too much fun talking to this person.

"Peter? I'm home!" Aunt May called from the door.

***

Peter
I gtg. My aunt is home.
Byeeeee!

Kim Possibly
Aunt? Okaaaay.
Bye?

***

A/N
Hey! I hope you enjoyed this short starter chapter!
I will try to update this regularly. Maybe once a week?

Just FYI, Clint will be making a appearance in the next chapter.

Sincerely, The Author.