Ultimate Fallout pt. 3

"Relax Cap. I got you. I...I..." Peter coughs, looking down at his abdomen. "Oh my God. Have I been hit?"

"Take it easy, Spider-Man. It's a clean shot you're going to be fine." Steve says gently, pulling out a small bag. "I've got my first aid kit right here and there is a medical crew on the way."

"What the hell Frank?" Fury asks sitting up as Frank jumped down from the beam he was positioned on.

"I didn't mean to hit the kid, I was aiming for Cap." Frank says sheepishly.

"What?" Steve asks with wide eyes, turning to look at him.

"Your knees-caps. I mean is he going to be okay? Is there anything I can do? I've got combat experience with gunshot wounds." Frank asks.

Suddenly Shield agents dropped down from the overhead beams surrounding them in attempt to end this situation once and for all.

"Freeze assholes!" The main agent yelled. "Move a muscle and we'll drop you where you stand."

Frank put his hands in the air. "Go ahead do it! It's all I deserve!"

"What?" One of the agents asks confused.

"I shot a boy didn't I! Hit me! You fuckers!" Frank yelled.

"Frank, stop being crazy." Fury calls out to him.

"Punish me!" Frank shouted. One of the agents hit him in the face with the butt of his gun. Another pinned Nick to the ground cuffing him.

"Do you realize what you've done, you lunatic? Do you realize where this puts us?" Fury said annoyed with the agent.

"Shut up." One of them growled.

"I told you not to get involved in all this." Steve says lifting Peter up into his arms bridal style.

"Cap, please. I...I'm really not feeling too good right now. Don't give me a hard time." Peter croaks out. "I can hear all the sirens and the gunshots back there. Why are you waisting time with me when there's people who really need your help?"

"Shield's got everything everything under control, son. Besides, Thor is on his way now too. We'll be fine. Just keep this pressed into your stomach and we'll get you to a hospital as soon as possible." Steve says softly, waiting for Peter to weakly hold a cloth to his wound, before starting to move.

"Oh, man. I really screwed up here, didn't I? You must think I'm such an idiot. How could I be so stupid?" Peter groans.

"Are you kidding me? You took a bullet without even hesitating. When you grow up, you'll be the best out of all of us." Steve says gently.

Fury was lying on the ground looking at the sky and beginning to chuckle, the agents standing over him looked down annoyed and confused. "What the hell are you smiling about? You'll be saying your prayers when you see the list of charges we've going to throw at you." One of the agents scoffs.

"Oh, my prayers just got answered soldier." He says as War Machine flew up from underneath the bridge, his arm canons raised up and shot a small missile at the bridge, blowing up the entire middle section.

Everyone few into the air, Peter used his powers to stick to a chunk of debris as everyone fell into the water below. "This is a nightmare. Please let this be over soon."

He landed in the debris on the outskirts of the river. Peter groaned shifting around in the rubble, trying to muster up the strength to get himself out of there as more fell down on him. "Come on...come on genetically altered spider that bit me... You went and bit me and turned me into Spider-Man. You compl-ow-completely ruined my life. You're the reason I'm sitting here with a bullet wound. (Thank you very- ugh- much.) The least you can do is give me the strength to get my tuchas up and out of this and...get myself...to a hospital. Oh God. And I would like to... thank the other super heroes...For either leaving me here because they thought I was dead. Or leaving me here to bleed to death. Ow. Either way. Thanks a lot, he said sarcastically...Ow...Have I mentioned... how much this hurts? Because if I haven't...it hurts very much. Okay, let's just assume the other super heroes are very...busy with an earth shattering fight to the finish that is...more important than a single bleeding-to-death...teenager. Yes...let's...assume that. Let's not assume that Captain America repaid my insane... and amazing bravery of saving his life by leaving me here...to die. Ow."

Peter groaned bitting his bottom lip as pain shot through him, he slowly pushed himself up and out of the rubble, standing shakily. "Okay. Hospital. But this...is it. You know that right? This is when I️ pull off my mask and show the world...who I️ am. You can't go to the hospital without unmasking. Everyone will...know now. Everyone will know who I am by...By morning. Or who I️...was. Was because I️ sure as hell won't be able to be Spider-Man anymore. Was because...sounds funny. I can't be Spider-Man and Peter Parker. I can't do this once I've been outed. Which is such a shame because this...was really working...for me. As you can tell. Ugh. Of course this is how it was going to end for me. Of course." Peter grunts, webbing both the entrance and exit cites of his wound to somewhat stop the bleeding. "All right...Hey, that...should keep my insides inside. At least until I get to the-...Oh no..."

Peter looks up at the sky watching the Sinister Six fly overhead towards where his apartment is. He sighs contemplating his options for a moment before slinging a web and going after them.