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The next time they saw Spiderman, Jake met him for the first time. Marc and Steven hadn’t really expected to see the kid again, with his stubbornness of accepting help and all. But Jake had just gotten home, sighing as he closed their apartment door with a thud , when he saw the kid hunched over sitting on their couch. “ Niño?” He called, brows knit in confusion.
“Mr Steven! Or Marc?” Spiderman snapped his head up to look at Jake, squinting to try and figure out who he was. “I- I’m sorry, I didn't have anywhere else to go. And last time you said I could come back, if, if I needed…help?” He winced at the word, as if it was painful to speak, before trying to hesitantly stand up. “Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, I'm gonna get blood on your furniture!”
“Ay, ay, ay.” Jake took two large steps towards the kid before gently pushing him to sit back down. “Dios, don’t worry about the furniture, you’re bleeding!”
The kid winced again and took a few shaky breaths, his hands shaking even more against his left arm, where the blood seemed to stem from. “Sorry.” He mumbled, watching Jake as he rushed to grab the first aid kit. “You’re not Steven or Marc, are you?”
Jake looked back to him, caught. “No. Here,” he instructed, gently motioning for Spiderman to release his arm. “Let me see.”
Trying to focus, Jake pretended he didn’t feel Steven getting closer to the front. He blinked harshly, snapping; “Back off, Steven!”
Sorry, mate!
“What’s your name?” Spiderman asked, taking deep breaths as Jake attempted to clean his bullet wound. “If you don’t mind me asking, of course?”
He dabbed the wound, thankfully not bleeding too much. “Jake, Jake Lockley.” As he dabbed it one last time, he saw the kid cry out. “Lo siento, it’ll be done in a minute.”
“You- you speak Spanish?” The kid gasped out, “I should really brush up on my Spanish class, actually. I got a B in my last report.” He seemed to be talking just to distract himself, but Jake liked it nonetheless.
He chuckled, despite the fact that he was wrapping a gauze around the kid’s wound. “You are worried about a B grade, niño? Maybe next time we see you, I will help you with your homework in Spanish.” He winked at Spiderman, “Not cheating, if you are too busy saving people as Spiderman, no?”
The kid grinned, “Okay, thanks! And you can call me Peter, you know.”
Jake nodded in agreement, securing the bandage around the kid’s - Peter’s - arm. “All done. Be more careful.” He warned, a raised eyebrow at the teenager as he stood up.
Peter nodded eagerly, “Thank you so much, Mr Lockley!”
“Just Jake.” He corrected the kid.
“Thank you, Jake.”