"Are You A Spy?"
"Are You A Spy?"
(A/N - Removed author note about triggering content. That's fine for a personal blog, but it's clunky here. Let's just *show* the story, okay?)
Peter Hey Ned… I got cut again.
?
Who *is* Ned? Also cut? Where? And “again”?!
Peter Umm… Ned. This is serious, okay? And yes. Again.
?
Still not Ned. How serious? If it’s bad, go to the hospital!
Peter
…
Shoot.
(The kid’s phone number was wrong. He’d dripped a little blood on the scrap paper he’d scribbled it on, and apparently got the digits wrong.)
Your seriously not Ned.
Sorry. He got a new phone, I guess I dripped a bit of blood on the paper and got the # wrong.
?
How are you so calm about this??
Peter When you live in NYC, getting cut by *something* eventually is kinda a given.
?
Are you a spy?
Peter No… are *you*?
?
…
***
I looked around, trying to figure out my next move. Accidentally texting a stranger, while still bleeding… great. Healing would take time, but keeping it clean was tricky. Doc Ock had grazed me trying to stop me from stopping him from robbing a bank.
I picked myself up, trying to locate my emergency backpack. If I could get into normal clothes and a jacket, maybe I could get home without anyone noticing the wound. Luckily, there’s one in the alley below.
After changing, I headed home as fast as I could. By the time I got there, I couldn’t tell if my head was hurting from pain or from blood loss. Probably hadn't lost *that* much— or well, not from what I could tell.
I quickly cleaned up the wound, but no bandages or pain meds. Two small gauze pads, which didn’t cover it completely, but they’d do. It still stung. My phone buzzed.
***
?
Hey, kid. You still there?
Are you okay?
It’s almost been 45 minutes.
I know someone who can track your phone.
Peter I’m good. Honestly, didn’t think you’d text back.
…
You know people who can track my phone?
?
Maybe.
Peter ????
? ????
***
Nat’s POV Ugh. This was getting less spy-like by the second. Still, maybe Tony could hack the phone later. But that could wait.
This kid had cut *themselves*? How?
***
Nat So how did you cut yourself anyway?
?
You changed the subject.
Nat
Did I?
Yes. Yes I did.
?
Do I like you?
Yes. Yes I do.
Can we be friends? ????
Nat
You’re a strange kid.
?
I’m not a kid!
I’m a teenager…
Nat
Why do I get the feeling you have no regard for your personal safety.
?
Ahahaha
…
Why would I think that?
Nat
Because you just gave your age to a stranger.
?
So…
Does that mean you are a spy?
Nat
No.
?
Sure.
Nat
Whatever. Did you get pain meds?
?
If that’s what you wanna believe, I won’t stop you.
( ? Changed your name to Kim Possibly )
Kim Possibly
Really?
***
I couldn’t help but laugh at the name the kid came up with. Maybe I should give *him* some ridiculous name if we’re going to keep this up.
***
Kim Possibly
So what do I call you?
?
???? Does this mean we are friends?
Kim Possibly
No.
Maybe.
…
Possibly.
?
Yay!! ????
***
Peter’s POV
This was… fun. If it weren’t for the fact my heart still felt like it was coming from my arm, I’d be texting ten times faster.
Kim Possibly seemed to be having a good time too.
***
Peter
Now I can count my friends on two hands!
Jk. Still only one hand.
Kim Possibly
How many friends do you have?
Peter
2. Plus you.
Hey that rhymed.
Kim Possibly
Don’t go Dr. Seuss on me.
***
Peter laughed at her joke. Yeah, he was having too much fun talking to this person.
"Peter? I'm home!" Aunt May called from the door.
***
Peter
I gtg. My aunt is home.
Byeeeee!
Kim Possibly
Aunt? Okaaaay.
Bye?
***
(Removed author note about future updates. That's fine for a personal blog, but it's clunky here.)