Peter had never liked to bother anyone. That's why he normally "forgot" to ask for money for a field trip, or he waited until his shoes were literally falling apart to get new ones. He never wanted to ask for anything.

So that's why he was currently fighting a mugger with a stab wound in his side.

Once the guy is webbed up he swings onto another building, grunting in pain. He looks down at the wound and is shocked. Okay, he knew he'd been stabbed, but what he did not know was that the knife was still in there.

He knows he should probably call Mr. Stark or go to the tower to yet checked out. He could even get aunt May to check him out, she was a nurse after all. But Peter, being the stupid boy he is, decides to just deal with it himself.

He yanks the knife out and yells in pain. "Shit that hurts!" He cries. Oops, sorry Steve. "I am detecting a wound, would you like me to call Mr. Stark?" Karen helpfully asks. "No!" He exclaims.

He cups a hand over the wound as blood trickles out. He swings home with one arm, nearly falling like seven times.

Once he gets inside his window he yanks his mask off and cringes at the painful movement. He moves his hand from the wound and watches blood spill onto the ground. He narrows his eyes at it. "Betrayal. My own blood." He whispers and takes the suit off.

He goes into the bathroom and grabs a rag. He gets it wet and begins wiping the blood away. He grips the sink with one hand as tight as possible as he cleans it. He isn't surprised when part of it crumbles in his grasp.

When he finally gets all the blood away it continued to bleed. He grabs the firs aid kit and cleans it with alcohol this time. He hisses in pain and eyes the needle and thread.

Nuh uh, there's no way he'd be able to sew himself up. He skips straight to the gauze and wraps his side. Then he throws a black T-shirt on (just in case it bleeds through). He slowly makes his way back into his room and grabs the suit, wincing as he bends.

He brings it back into the bathroom and washes the blood off. He sticks his fingers through the hole and frowns. Next time he went to the tower he could tell Mr. Stark he just got nicked.

He stuffs his suit away and goes to his bed. He sits down and finally checks the time on his alarm clock. Great 2:00 AM. He sighs and lays back.

He finally falls into a restless sleep, tossing and turning all night.

When he wakes he groans in pain and stands. His wound should be mostly healed now right? He puts a hand to his side and feels something sticky. He looks at his hand and seed red. His eyes widen. He pulls his shirt off and puts it in the laundry, hoping May wouldn't see the blood.

He goes into the bathroom and throws the bloody bandages away. He wipes it up again and winced at how big it still is. It looked inflamed. Shit! Had it gotten infected?!

He pokes it and nearly collapses in pain. He yelps, using the wall to steady himself. Definitely infected. He really hopes it goes away soon. He wraps it up again and throws on another dark shirt, along with a sweatshirt.

He greets May and says he'll eat at school, so he can get away from her without suspicion. He walks slowly and painfully to the bus stop, wondering how in the hell he managed to swing home last night.

He makes it there, leaning heavily against the wall. Once it gets there he stumbles out and walks as slow as he can to the entrance.

Ned sees him and smiles and waves. He tried to smile back but it turns into a grimace as his hand hovers over his wound. He forces himself to drop the hand and he clenches his fists.

Ned immediately becomes concerned. He rushes over to his friend as they walk into the building. "You okay Peter? Something happen on patrol?" He whispers. Peter gasps in pain when someone bumps into him. "I kinda got stabbed." He mutters.

"What?!" Ned shouts. Everyone looks at him. "Sh!" Peter hisses with a heatless glare. Ned smiles sheepishly and everyone returns their attention elsewhere.

"Seriously though, are you okay?" He whispers. "Yeah Ned, I'll be fine by tomorrow morning." He lies. Ned nods in relief and they go to their classes.

Peter doesn't pay attention to any of them, in too much pain to do anything. When he sits in math and Flash kicks the back of his chair repeatedly, he fights the urge to reach back and break his nose. It sends jolts of pain up his side and he winces every time.

At lunch he feels too sick to even look at food. He sits with his head in his arms. Ned puts a supporting hand on his back and Peter doesn't have to heart to tell him it's making things worse.

After school he walks out and sees that instead of Happy picking him up its Mr. Stark. He's the only one the sees it though. Nobody else can see through the tinted windows.

When he makes it outside the doors her feels his spider senses tingling a second too late and the next thing he knows, he's being shoved. He doesn't have the strength to hold himself up and falls on his back, blacking out for a second.

He groans as his pain flares. He thinks people are shouting but he can't tell. He looks down and sees that his blood soaked through. That's why everyone was shouting. He hears a familiar warm voice and blinks. He sees Mr. Stark and gulps.

Tony drops down beside him and picks him up. "Hey underoos. You're a real idiot you know." He mutters under his breath. Peter is vaguely aware that he's being carried somewhere before everything goes black.

He wakes up in a severely less amount of pain. He sighs in the relief it brings. He hears a throat clear and turns his head, blinking away the sleepiness.

His eyes widen when he sees Mr. Stark. "You want to tell me how you got stabbed and why you didn't tell me?" He asks with a raised eyebrows.

"A mugger. And... I just really.... I didn't want to bother you." He says quietly, looking anywhere but at him. "Peter you wouldn't be bothering me. Next time you get hurt, you come straight to me, understand?" He says in his dad voice. "Yeah yeah." Peter says with a small smile.

"I have to go deal with some stuff but I'm glad you're okay." Tony says, standing up and walking out of the room.

Using his super hearing, he listens as Tony mumbles, "gonna give me a heart attack."

Peter doesn't stop smiling for days.

This sucks, please excuse the typos I'm using my phone.