Peter hissed in pain as he held his side, one of his ribs being broken and the rest of his side being one big bruise.

His Spider-Man suit being stained with his own blood and tears littered around, some bigger than others which gives view to the cuts on his toned skin.

The loss of blood makes his mind fuzzy, the only coherent thought in his brain being of how he’d make it back to you.

You worried about him constantly yet he took on his dangerous role in protecting the city.

Your greatest fear being of him dying while fighting for the city and his greatest fear was putting you through that.

He stumbles into an empty alleyway, collapsing into the brick wall of one of the buildings.

He groans at the pain that rips through him.

Reaching down into his pocket, he pulls out his phone and swipes through his contacts till he finds what he’s looking for.

The phone screen was cracked but a sense of peace filled his mind when he saw your name on the screen.

He brings the phone up to his ear once he presses the call button, taking deep breaths to lessen the pain.

“Hey baby…” he whispers into the phone.

Your worried voice echos out of the phone speaker, calming his nerves.