I changed a small bit of information in the previous chapter. I put that it was around 2 in the morning, but I was over exaggerating. If I make a mistake, feel free to point it out and I will fix it. Oh and don't try to pm me. This stupid app won't let me verify my email and I can't respond. So... ya.
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Mixed POV's
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Clint sat in his uncomfortable chair bored. He looked up at the clock above the door for the uptenth time. He sighed as he saw it had only been an hour, it was now 12:23 a.m.Spidey hadn't said a word yet and he was getting antsy.

Clint had looked over at Spidey  a few times before stopping what he was doing, unbuilding and rebuilding his arrows, counting the ceiling tiles, doing a shadow puppet show, ect., to find Spidey staring directly at him. The first time this happened, Clint said,"what are you looking at Black Widow wannabe?" After saying that, Spidey just turned to look at the wall in front of him. The second time he caught him staring at him he asked loudly," What could you possibly want??!!" Again, Spidey just looked away. The third time he caught him staring, he stood up and moved towards Spidey.

As Pete saw him get up and come towards him, he shifted a little. Peter had expected him to yell in his face or hit him or something, but he walked past Peter. Pete grew curious as to what he was doing and watched him work. Clint took  the sheet off of the bed. He walked over to the chair he was sitting in mere moments ago and picked up his bow. He slung it over his right shoulder, with the string on his back, and gripped the two top corners of the sheet. He opened his arms as wide as he could and threw the sheet up in the air. With lightning speed, he  took the bow off his back, grabbed two arrow, and shot them at the sheet at the same time. The arrows struck the sheet and pinned the two corners on the roof. Pete just sat there wondering why he did that. His confusion was answered as Hawkeye spoke. "Now you can't stare at me like a creepy stalker!" Clint declared with a triumphant tone. Peter, now realizing the sheet was an effective barrier, looked at the wall.

Instead of sitting down, Clint ran out of the room. Peter just continued to stare at the wall. He shifted a little. The ground was pretty uncomfortable. He knew he had no chance of escaping let alone moving. A few minutes later, Clint returned with a Stark-Pad. Peter's enhanced hearing allowed him to here Clint sit down. He could also hear the small bloops and bleeps of him playing games on his device. His mild concussion was making his senses even more sensitive. The small sounds were driving him insane. He could only focus on the Stark-Pad's noises because there was nothing else for him to listen or focus on. Every sound seemed louder than the first.

Peter grunted in pain and covered his ears in an attempt to block out the sounds. He started to absentmindedly moan in pain as the noises continued to get louder.

Clint, hearing Spidey's involuntary sounds of pain, set down his device and stood up. He walked over to the sheet and moved around it to see Spidey bending over with is head almost to his knees holding his ears. "Kid? Are you all right?" He asked slightly concerned. He worried more as Spidey moaned louder and pressed his hands against his ears tighter as Clint spoke. A thought dawned on Clint that the noises in the room were too loud, he realized he must have enhanced hearing or something, and he swiftly moved to silence his Stark-Pad. Peter's moans started to die down until they stopped. Slowly, Clint looked around the sheet to find Spidey fast asleep. Clint shrugged and went back to his chair to play his silent games.
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Spidey awoke with a start as his Spidey sense went crazy. He grunted with pain as he looked around. His Spidey sense was saying that the danger was everywhere, which wasn't very helpful. He reached for the sheet, intending to pull it down, but found that he couldn't reach it. He stuck out his right arm and shot a web at the sheet. He made sure the web would dissolve in an hour before he shot it, he didn't want Stark or anyone studying it. He pulled his arm back effectively pulling down the sheet. All he saw behind it was a startled Clint.

Clint looked at him for a moment. "Why did you do that?!" Spidey just looked around. He made an effort to stand up using his clingy hands. He made it a few feet up before his arms gave out from having to carry all the dead weight. Clint rushed to catch him. Spidey just shoved him off. "Get away from me." He said in a deep, menacing tone. Clint immediately stepped back. Clint smirked slightly as an idea came to his mind. He quickly walked over to the closet behind the chair he occupied a minute ago. He reached inside and pulled out a folded up wheelchair. He opened it up and wheeled it over to Spidey. "I am not using any of you monsters things!" Pete said angrily. Clint rolled his eyes. "Quit whining and get in it." Clint said exasperated. Spidey sat still stubbornly refusing to get in. Clint just stood there and waited.

Eventually, Spidey gave in and pulled himself into it. Clint let out a triumphant yell. "I'm only doing this because there is trouble." Spidey said bitterly. Clint immediately went quiet. "What do you mean?" He question. Spidey just scoffed and wheeled past Clint, to the left. His Spidey sense quieted a bit so he moved to the center of the room. It started to get stronger so he turned left and wheeled towards the door. His Spidey sense told him he was getting closer to the danger so he pulled the door open and quickly wheeled out of the room following his Spidey sense. "Hey!" Clint shout and ran after the fast moving spider.

Clint caught up and walked quickly beside him. "Where are you going?" He questioned. Spidey just turned left down another hallway. He abruptly stopped as his hands flew up to his head and he hunched over groaning. His Spidey sense hit I'm hard. "What's wrong!" Clint asked thoroughly confused. Peter just raised a weak, shaky finger towards the door in front of them. Curious, Clint moved forwards to open it. "STOP!" Peter yelled. Clint pulled his hand back and turned towards peter. "What?" He asked right before peter told him to get away from the door. Sure, peter hated them, but he wasn't going to let them die if he could do something to save them.

He and Clint made it to the end of the hallway just as the door flew off its hinges and towards them. Clint immediately pulled himself and Spidey, whom he pulled out of the wheelchair, to the ground. After some of the smoke cleared, Clint sat up coughing. "You *cough cough* okay?" He asked weakly. Peter nodded and coughed a few times himself. They both looked up as they saw someone come out of the room. "Whoops! That was my fault, sorry." Tony said coughing while he stumbled out of the room covered in soot. "What the heck happened!"Clint demanded as he stood up. "One of my suits malfunctioned and I had to blow it up."Stark said absentmindedly as he noticed Spidey. "How did you get him to move or let you help him?" Tony asked astonished. "I dunno. I just pulled out a wheelchair, he climbed in, and wheeled over here like a madman." Clint shrugged. "Huh. How did he know to come here?" Tony asked him. "None of your business." Suddenly came Peter's stained voice as he climbed back into the wheelchair. His Spidey sense has only quieted a little bit. He still wasn't sure where it was directing him so he ignored it for now.
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Peter ignored the two other men and turned his wheelchair and wheeled back down the hall. He then tried to go back to his room. Peter was wheeling down a hall confused. He sighed as he realized he was lost. He just continued on his merry way until he found a door that was a little different than all the others he passed. It was slightly bigger. He knew something else was odd about it but couldn't put his finger on it. He stopped in front of the door and wheeled forwards. The door automatically opened, much to his surprise.

When peter looked around the room, he gasped. He realized he was in a gigantic and beautiful lab. He turned as he heard something fall and a light curse. He wheeled himself over to where he heard the sound. He wanted to make sure the that the person guilty for making the noise wasn't the source of his Spidey sense going off or not. His slight fear was soon replaced by wariness as he saw Bruce Banner.

Bruce was on the floor doing something when he heard someone behind him clear their throat. He jumped slightly and turned around to see the one and only Spidey. Even though Bruce couldn't see his face, he could feel the annoyance radiating off of him in waves. "Oh, sorry. I didn't know you were there." Bruce said awkwardly. "No one ever does." Peter said quietly. "What?" Bruce asked. Spidey just shook his head. "Oh um, ok then." Bruce said even more awkwardly. "Any luck moving your legs?" Bruce asked trying to make the situation more comfortable for himself. Again, Spidey just stared. "Okaayy, I'll take that as a no." Bruce said creeped out a little. "Would you mind if I took an X-ray of your legs and back?" Bruce said slowly. Spidey sat there as if pondering his question.

Peter thought about getting the X-ray to see what was wrong with his legs. He didn't see anything wrong with it. He shrugged his shoulders and wheeled after Bruce as he got up and walked out of the door. After a few minutes, they arrived at a med room with an X-ray machine in it. Bruce made a move to help Spidey up, but stopped when Spidey made a sound that sounded like, a growl? Spidey wheeled closer to the table where he needed to be so he could get X-rayed and hoisted himself up with great effort. He flopped onto his stomach and positioned himself below the machine. Bruce walked over to where he had to be to commence with the process and started. He walked back to Spidey after a few minutes. "All done! You can get up now." Bruce said in an even tone. Pete grunted as he strained to get up. His hand slipped and he fell off the table. He let out a gasp as his shoulder and other injuries flared in pain. This time, Bruce didn't move to help him. He knew it wasn't even worth it to offer help.

Peter dragged the wheelchair closer to himself and climbed into it slowly. Bruce motioned for him to follow. Peter complied and followed to the X-rays of his spine. Bruce looked at them with a worried loom on his face. He looked at peter. "It seems that blood loss isn't the cause of paralysis. You have fractured your spine." Bruce said sadly. "No! You guys fractured my spine!" Peter yelled and quickly wheeled out of the room. Bruce just looked down guilty. He didn't have to follow him, J.A.R.V.I.S. Would be able to find him.
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Peter was so angry that he just wheeled around randomly. Eventually he found an elevator and clicked the button to summon it. A moment later, it arrived. He looked for the floor buttons, but couldn't find any. Peter was really confused. How did an elevator work with no buttons? "Good evening, what floor shall I take you to?" A British voice asked. "SWEET MOTHER OF PEARLS!" Peter yelled started. "Where, who are you?" He asked looking around. "I am J.A.R.V.I.S., Just a Rather Very Intelligent System, I am Mr. Starks A.I." The voice, J.A.R.V.I.S., said. "Oh um okay? The roof I guess?" Peter said awkwardly. "Very well." The A.I. responded.

The ride was quick and after what seemed like mere moments, the elevator doors opened. Peter wheeled out and towards the edge of the roof. He sat there for awhile just staring at the city, wondering about what he was going to do.