AN-Peter is on Dr Strange's watch list and he takes him in after homecoming, where he is extremely hurt

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Peter was breathing heavily, his breath coming out in pants and ragged. Central Park was nice and quiet at night, which meant he could sit under the stars without worrying about someone find him. He shakily lay down, holding his side firmly, wheezing when he finally hit his ground. He hummed when his head hit the soft ground, his hair fanning out around him. He had always liked the stars when he was little he'd wanted to be an astronaut, he huffed. That could never happen now. Stupid spider giving him stupid powers that he didn't ask for.

"Nice night to watch the stars?" A voice said behind him, Peter shot up from the floor and paled when he saw the silhouette of someone behind him, he quickly pulled on his mask. The person stepped out of the shows and into the moonlight. They looked relatively normal, except they were wearing a cape?

"Sorry man I just got beat up by a supervillain, I don't need to get beat up by another one," Peter said, flopping back down onto the grass, he didn't really care if he died right now.

"I'm not a villain Peter, in fact, I've had my eye on you for some time." The man said, Peter rolled over onto his stomach.

"You know what, I'm so done with weird famous people knowing my secret identity. Aren't you that neurosurgeon turned sorcerer?" Peter asked, already pulling off his mask again.

"You know your facts." Stephen said, sitting down next to him, "You're bleeding you know?" He said, Peter sighed.

"Yep, it'll heal soon enough," Peter said, he was still holding his side.

"Not if it gets infected," Stephen said.

"Well I can't exactly go to the hospital, and my aunt will kill me if she finds out who I am."

"How about you come back to the sanctum, I'll get you cleaned up as best I can with my hands.

"Sure, as long as you have water," Peter said, allowing Stephen to help him up and through a portal. When they stepped through Peter fell into one of the couches.

"Who's the kid?" Wong said, coming round the couches, "Oh, you got the spider kid?"

"It's Spiderman." Peter wheezed, pulling the top half off the suit. Stephen winced when he saw the obviously cracked ribs and large lacerations.

"Not with those ribs you aren't," Stephen said, Peter shivered when Stephen reached out to touch him.

"Not my fault Toomes is a petty bitch," Peter muttered.

"Levi, I need your help here, he's not getting any better if he's cold," Stephen said, Levi complied, wrapping around Peter's body, who rose an eyebrow.

"You know what, I've seen enough funny business to understand that this is completely normal." Peter winced when Stephen reset his ribs, "You son of a bitch!" He shouted Stephe shushed him.

"Never had a rib reset I presume?" He said, disinfecting the cut, which was already healing under his cloth.

"I've had a dislocated shoulder and knee reset, but never a broken bone." He wheezed, "So why have you been keeping an eye on me?" Peter asked, he didn't really care honestly, he was just trying to distract himself.

"Well, I have a list of certain powerful individuals, who under the right circumstances could become a danger. You are one of them, you are exceptionally powerful." Stephen said, gently wrapping up Peter's ribs tightly.

"You won't have to worry about that. I promised my uncle I'd never do the wrong thing. When he died, the last thing he said to me, was, 'With great power comes great responsibility.' I was thirteen, I had just gotten my powers. I think he knew, he could always see through me." Peter wheezed, taking the glass of water gratefully.

"I didn't think I would have to. I watched the fight with Toomes, you went back for him, why?" Stephen asked, watching as Peter sipped the glass of water.

"No one deserves to die, no matter what. Good or bad, for no reason." Peter said, putting the glass on the coffee table.

"I think you're a good kid Peter, you just need to pick your battles," Stephen said gently.

"And what about the battles I don't pick, who picks those?" Peter said firmly.

"Look, kid, some battles are too big for you." He said, Peter stood up at those words.

"I'm sick of people telling me I can't take it. Queens is my home, and I'm not gonna let someone destroy it, not now, not ever. Thanks for the help, but I have to get home before my aunt starts to worry." Peter said, pushing Levi off of him and pulling back on his suit. Stephen didn't stop him, just standing by Wong as he left the sanctum, swinging off into the distance.

"He's a good kid," Wong said, Stephen hummed beside him.

"He'll save the world one day."