"PETER! NO!" I screamed helplessly as the man pointed his gun directly at Peter. He pulled that trigger.

BANG!

Without even knowing it. You had jumped down and stood in between the bullet and Peter. It hit you with a tink.

Your blood hardened itself so you could take the bullet. A dented bullet projectile fell to the ground at your feet.

You protected Peter.

The man still stood there is shock. He had fired the bullet. It should have killed the Spider-Man. But, you had got in the way and it didn't even hurt you. There the damaged projectile lay on the ground at your feet.

"Who- what are you...?" He stuttered fear spread across your face.

"Hi! So, I'm the Hunter. Nice to meet you and..." You ran up to him, swept him off his feet and pinned him down with your arrows by his clothes in the blink of an eye. "...nice to beat you."

You called you police (who already knew who you were).

They took the man away.

"Hey Hunter, long time no see." The head of police came up to you and shook your gloved hand. "Nice job. Uh, we were told that a shot was fired at the scene. Is anyone hurt?" He looked concerned.

"Oh. Right. Here ya go." You pulled the projectile out of your pocket and gave it to him. He just looked at it before saying.

"Really. You had this in your pocket?" You just nodded. "You're just as bad as your mentor when it comes to crime evidence..." He laughed. After the police asked you some more questions and thanked you again. They drove off leaving you and Peter to talk.

"H-how did you make that in time?" Peter asked you while you two were eating pizza and sitting on the top edge of the park ferris wheel.

"Supersense. Though my body sort of moved by itself..." The scene replayed in your head. "By the way." Your mood was a little more annoyed now. "Why did you just jump in randomly and talk casually to the guy with a gun!? Do you know how dangerous that was!? You could have... died..." Your voice softened at the end.

"I-I just... saw someone in trouble and I needed to save them. I'm just glad that the victim got away... that's my job. To protect the little guy." The mood dropped to a more serious theme.

"You want to help those who cannot save themselves..." You sighed. "I know how that feels..."

"Oh. On a side note, you never actually told me, what happens when you get those headaches and your blue eyes like pan open?" He questioned pointing to your eyes.

"That is what happens when I get these vision things. I see a couple of seconds into the future. In a bad scenario of course. I just get a big headache as a side effect." You answered.

"Hm. Cool." He shrugged. "So... you know who I am?" He looked at you.

"Yep. I actually designed a little of your suit. The logo was my idea." You pointed to the logo on his chest.

"Really?" He smiled under the mask. "Do I- uh, do I know you as Peter? Parker." He added his last name on the end. Wow.

Should I tell him? No. I couldn't. But knowing someone doesn't always mean being best friends...

"Yeah... we sort of know each other..." I concluded trying not to make it obvious.

"Really? Are we friends or..." he pushed on the topic.

"Eh, well..." I mimicked measuring scales with my hands.

"Wait! AM I MEAN TO YOUR OR SOMETHING!?" He panicked. "I'M SO SORRY IF I AM MEAN TO YOU OR OFFEND YOU-" he was cut off by me reassuring him.

"No! No! You are very nice to me!" I waved my hands calming him down.

"Oh. Good." He exhaled deeply before nervously asking. "How do we know each other? Do you go to my school?"

"I cannot tell you my identity... I have my reasons..." I sadly stated. I wish I had a friend to talk to about it like Peter...

Peters expression fell to sad. I hated seeing him sad... damn it y/n. No...

"I'll tell you what Spidey." No y/n. "Everyday you can ask me one question about my self. But, it cannot be my name, what school I go to or something too obvious. Ok?" WHY WOULD I LET HIM ASK ME QUESTIONS! Y/N!!! What is happening to me. Maybe I'm- NO! NO! NO! NO! Y/n. No.

"Ok, how old are you?" He asked.

"You already asked me a question today." I shook my head at him.

"When?"

"You asked me if we knew each other." I smirked.

"Oh." He flopped back on the ground. "Guess I'll just have to wait until tomorrow then."

"Yup! Anyway, I gotta go home see ya." I shot a roped arrow at a building and flew off.

I landed outside the window of my apartment. I got in through the window. I made noodles for dinner and sat down on the couch. 5 minutes later I felt pain. I had a massive headache. My vision went blurry and I saw...

No! Please no!

You saw... Peter. He had the Spider-Man suit on with no hood on and a man was there. Pointing a gun at him. The man fired the gun, Peter fell to the ground. Blood surrounded his body the man ran off.

"NO! PETER!" You immediately cracked your knuckles to become Hunter and you ran and jumped out of the window. As you were falling you shot an arrow at a building and swung to where Peter would be.

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Peter's POV

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Hunter left. I wonder who she is under the mask... Mr. Stark never even mentioned to anyone that he had a daughter... Who are you, Hunter?

I stood up and walked to the edge of the building I was on. I heard a scream.

I swung into an alleyway.

"Hello!?" I yelled, "Is anyone here!?"

"Hello Spider-Man..." a man walked out of the shadows. "I'm glad you decided to show up. Peter Parker." S**t. "Yeah, I know who you are. I also know your weaknesses."

"P-peter?" Y/n's voice echoed through the alleyway.

"Y/N!" I frantically searched for her. "Y/n!? Are you alright!? It'll be ok! You're gonna be alright!" I still couldn't find her anywhere.

"If you want to save y/n then you will drop your web shooters." He pointed a gun behind him. That must be where y/n is. "And just for fun, you're gonna take off your hood. Because I want to see the life leave your eyes when the blood painfully rushes out of your body. I want my face to be the last thing you see!" This guy was crazy. I needed to save y/n.

"Y/n... I'm sorry." I took off my hood and unclicked my web shooters. "It'll be ok y/n... I promise."

He pointed a gun at me... he lowered his aim to my stomach.

He pulled the trigger.

BANG!

I felt the bullet pierce my skin and blast through me.

I grasped my stomach in pain. It was drenched in blood.

I fell to the ground with a thud.

I heard an evil laugh in the background. My eyelids grew heavy, my vision was blurry.

Everything I saw was black. I was slipping away... Away from May, away from Ned, away from Hunter, ...away from y/n.

Then I heard a voice echoing through my mind... It was faint. But it was there.

"Peter... Peter!... Please don't leave me... please..."

Hunter! I needed to reach her I tried to move to do something. Nothing happened.

I was falling down a deep dark hole.

Where was I?

Then reality came back into focus. My eyes were heavy but I could open them. I saw a blurry figure in front of me.

"Y-y/n?" I muttered.

"PETER!!!!" Y/n screamed and hugged me. Not too tight considering that I was ya know... bleeding. "Oh my gosh! You scared the s**t out of me! DON'T YOU EVER DO THAT AGAIN!"

"H-hey y/n..." I sat up. "AH!" Pain surged throughout my body. "Wha-what h-happened?"

Her expression changed to panic. Or maybe it wasn't I don't know I couldn't see that clearly.

"Oh! U-uh, I was just sitting here and the Hunter came crashing in through the window of my room. We know each other so I just keep it unlocked. Lucky I did that huh?" She-she was stuttering? To me? Why? Usually, that is me freaking out. "Anyway, she came in, in a hurry, she said that she needed to track down the guy who did this to you. She asked me to look after you. I fixed you up so you're better now." She smiled kindly at me. Then everything that just happened hit me at once.

"Wait! Y/n! You're here? But-but at the alleyway, the guy had you. I heard your voice." I was so confused.

"I was here in my apartment the whole time..." She tried to figure out the situation herself. "You said that you heard my voice... was it maybe just a recording?"

"That makes sense..." I nodded, she was really smart... no. Peter focus. "AH! WAIT!? YOU KNOW I'M SPIDER-MAN!?" I freaked out. Damn it Mr. Stark is so gonna kill me. "Damn it." I mumbled.

"Oh no. It's ok. I promise not to tell anyone. I understand why you need to keep it a secret. I mean, if someone found out, it wouldn't just be you in trouble. They would target your family and friends... maybe that's why the guy used me against you." She thought for a moment. "As if you would care about me as much as to give up your identity because he threatened me." She laughed halfheartedly.

I looked at her embarrassed.

"WAIT! ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT I'M THE REASON HE HURT YOU!?" Her eyes widened. "Oh my gosh! Peter, you listen to me right now. Do not ever put my life before yours ever again." She looked at me sternly.

"Y/n. I care about you a lot. As soon as I heard your voice, I freaked out... it's my job to look after those who cannot help themselves." I looked at the ground. Damn it Parker shut up.

"Look. I understand it's your job." She looked at me sincerely. "But you need to understand that if you die, then you leave everyone else in the world unprotected. I will be fine. No one can hurt me ok? Just do not put me first capeesh?" That phrase reminded me of Mr. Stark for some reason...

"Capeesh?" She looked at me more sternly.

"Ca-capeesh."

"Thank you. Now, sorry your suit was covered in blood so I had to wash it." She smiled sadly. "Also I did my best to mend the tear in your suit too." She past the suit to me.

I looked at the fixed tear. Umm... where exactly was it? Haha. She did such a good job that I literally couldn't tell the difference.

"You better get going. Oh! And maybe call Hunter to tell her you're alright. She was freaking out." She laughed a little.

"O-okay." Stop stuttering Parker! "Thanks. I will. bye! I guess I'll see you at school then..." I jumped out the window again and swung back to my apartment. I snuck through the window.

Wait. I don't know Hunter's number... I'll just get it tomorrow. I sat on my bed, a sharp stab of pain erupted from my stomach.

I hissed in pain. I took my suit off and looked at the wound. Y/n had put a bandage around my torso. I didn't take it off in case I would make it worse. I put on some comfortable pajamas.

I slowly fell as sleep.

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Your POV

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Before I even knew what I was doing, I was running and jumping across buildings to get to where my vision took place.

I had to save Peter before he would get shot. I had to. I was almost there...

BANG!

NO!!! PETER!

I didn't even know if it was possible but I ran faster. I large gap between two building was coming up, I didn't care. I jumped off the one I was on. I was airborne for 60m practically flying. I landed on the building and rolled to regain posture and movement.

I landed in the alley, I saw a guy running off laughing. I shot a tractor arrow that I designed for these kinds of things in his leg. Since it was so small it would feel like a bug bite to him. I wish it would cause him pain for what he did.

I turned and saw... blood. A lot of it and it surrounded Peter's body. I was too late again. Why was I made like this? I was always too late. I wish I would just die. I NEVER DO ANY GOOD ANYWAY!

I ran to his red body. Silver tears poured down my face when I saw him.

I remembered something. I can still save him. I will.

I picked him up and used a roped arrow and an extremely exact site. I fired it at 45 degrees in the air towards my apartment.

Miraculously my arrow land and grasped onto the side of my apartment window. How did I do that? That should have been too far for my rope...

I had no time to ponder on the thought. I pulled on the rope and was pulled forward by my arrow. I was flying through the city one arm connected to the arrow the other holding Peter's body. I could feel him slipping... no. I would not let that happen.

I shot an arrow at my window. It exploded I didn't care.

I crashed into my apartment and lay Peter down on the floor.

I pressed the spider logo to take off his suit. I got alcohol wipes and a bandage. My vision went blue I heard his heartbeat? It was soft and it was slipping... no.

I did the only thing I knew would save him. I cut my hand and let silver blood pour out. I placed my bleeding hand on his gash and let the blood sink in. I then controlled it for a runny liquid into congealed blood. It thickened around the wound and closed the blood rush. I used the wipes to clean up the blood around the wound. I wrapped a bandage around his torso.

"Peter... peter please don't leave me... please." I knew I did the best I could. But for the first time in 3 years... I felt helpless and more tears flowed down my face.

"Y-y/n?" Peter's weak form mumbled. His eyes slowly opened.

"Peter!" You hugged him but not to tight considering his current state. "Don't ever do that again!"

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Time skip brought to you by me not wanting to write out that whole scene again booo!

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He got hurt and almost died because of you. Why were you even born...?

After he left you cleaned up the blood on the floor so no one would freak out if they came in... this would look really weird...

Oh. You never gave Spider-Man your number as the Hunter... lol. You flopped on your bad thought about what just happened.

You caused him to lose blood. You caused him pain. Why were you put here on Earth when all you ever cause is misery?

These questions surrounded all your thoughts. Blood. Pain. Why?

You eventually fell asleep. But even your dreams were haunted by your own misery.

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The next morning (Saturday) Peter's POV

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You woke up to the blinding rays of the sun piercing through your window. It was the weekend finally. You jumped out of bed but immediately stopped. You remembered your wound. Luckily May was out for the weekend with friends because she would have walked in on a very hurt Peter.

You grabbed a baggy shirt and jeans out of your cupboard. You carefully took off your pajamas. Your bandage y/n put on was still there, so you unwrapped it. You looked at your wound and stopped dead in your tacks.

"WHAT THE-!?" You stood there just staring at your stomach. The wound.

It was gone. You could have sworn that you had been shot in your stomach. Did you just dream it or something? You had enhanced healing but there was no way in the world you heal that fast.

For a little while longer, like an idiot you stood there poking at where the wound used to be. Nothing hurt. There wasn't even a scar.

Maybe you imagined it? No. You wouldn't have had a freaking bandage around your torso if you were not hurt. This was weird.

You continued your normal routine for a Saturday morning. You were really bored so you put your suit on and went for a morning patrol.

Maybe Hunter would be out, you could tell her you were alright. Plus... maybe she had something to do with your recovery?

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Your POV

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You decided to go out in the suit early today. You were so bored on the weekends so this would be something to kill time.

You were sitting on the edge of a building when you heard a noise behind you. You stood up and flicked yourself around. It was Spider-Man.

"Oh!" You calmed yourself. "Hey, Spidey. You scared the crud out of me just then." You laughed,

"Oh. Yeah. Right. Sorry..." He seemed distracted,

"Hey, are you alright? After last night I was fairly worried." You smiled. "How is your cut?"

"Oh yeah about that..." He leaned against a post and asked, "So, I have enhanced healing to an extent. And there is no way that I healed that fast. I got out of bed this morning and now there is no trace of the wound. Did you do something...?"

"Oh, yeah I did." You looked at your hand. "So you almost died, so I combined some of my blood with yours. That way I could control it and heal the wound. Just a bunch of science and technical stuff." You scratched the back of your head. "I'm just glad you aren't dead." You giggled a bit.

"Nah. I couldn't die. You'd miss me." He smirked under the mask. You could tell.

"Mhmm. Yeah. Nah." You poked your tongue at him.

"Offended!" He mocked an offended expression. "Wait. Does that mean I have vibranium blood too! Cool!"

"No." You rolled your eyes. "The blood I used to heal you adapted to your own blood. Now it's just normal."

"Awww. I wanted to see if I could punch a brick wall..."

"You can still go ahead and try. I won't stop ya." You laughed.

"Ouch." He frowned. "Hey! It's been a day! I can ask you a question! Right?

"Yeah. But remember nothing too obvious to my identity." You clarified.

"I know you can't tell me..." He sighed, "But I can still figure it out myself! So... what's a question... your eyes. Are your eyes this bright techno blue all of the time?"

"No. Just when I'm Hunter." You shrugged.

"What colour are they normally?" He asked.

"Uh..." Should you tell him? Well, you knew you could trust Peter... "e/c. My eyes are usually e/c."

"Huh. Cool..."

A/N:

I know! I know I am gettin' a little sappy! I will try to stop! (Maybe)