Peter heard the request for Reed and almost protested, but took stock.
He was hurt, bad. He needed a doctor.
He sighed. It figured the first time he revealed his identity to one of his idols, it would be when he looked like he'd gone ten rounds with Mike Tyson and lost. That as just the Parker Curse working overtime.
"My Aunt thinks I'm cute," he muttered in protest, sinking onto the couch. Peter groaned in relief to be sitting down again. That felt so much better.