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Jay was having a wonderful day! He and Domino were flying on clouds, racing each other on a rainbow. Yeah, this looked like some silly dream, but when two people with time to kill and wanting to spend quality time together had reality warping, they did shit like this. Plus, it was a great tool to help Domino train her new powers with fun, since that's what worked for her rather than attending online lectures on quantum mechanics. Believe Jay, the poor man tried. Hell, Tony Stark, Hank McCoy, and Reed Richards all tried.
As they raced, having the time of their lives, Domino's eyes glinted. She bumped her cloud into Jay's, causing them to merge, leaving her on top. Both laughed as the situation turned hot. Another perk of this power was weird but amazing sex, which they could never get bored of.
Then Jay's phone rang and the sound cut through the moment like a knife.
Domino, surprised to see an unknown number, asked, "I thought you rarely gave out your number?"
"I thought I did." Jay picked up the call, which connected miraculously in the Savage Land of all places. "The Doctor speaking. Who's this?"
A weak and shaking voice came through talking too fast, words tripping over each other. "Mr. Jay, is that you? Please be you! I got your number from the card you said to call in case of emergency. Please, my uncle is hurt and we're in a hospital and the locket you gave and the doctors and..."
Jay's expression shifted as the playfulness drained out of him. "Peter, calm down and tell me what happened very clearly."
Peter, frustrated, said, "Could you please just come to Queens General..."
Before he finished the sentence, a hand gently landed on his shoulder avoiding his spider-sense entirely. Peter spun around, phone still pressed to his ear, only to find Jay standing there in a smile t-shirt and shorts and another woman stood beside him in tank top and jean shorts with Black and white hair, pale skin, a black spot on her eye and hints of scarlet in her irises.
Peter stuttered. "Wait, how? I was talking to you over..."
Domino put her hand on Peter's shoulder. "Easy there, kid. Doc's here now. Everything's gonna be fine."
Peter tried forming sentences. His mouth opened, closed and opened again, but nothing came out right as his brain was still catching up.
Then Gwen came running and crashed into Peter, hugging him without looking at the strangers. Her face was blotchy from crying and her voice cracked. "Oh God, Peter. Dad told me about Ben's accident. It's so horrible."
Jay caught enough from that exchange. He didn't need more details and walked toward the operation theater.
The doctors were surprised to see someone unauthorized enter. They shouted at him of security protocol and sterile environment, telling him to get out now. But for the life of them, they couldn't focus on his face and couldn't remember what he looked like even as they stared directly at him.
Jay ignored their shouting and just scanned the operation table, only to find Ben Parker lying there, chest open and heart exposed.
After using his healing aura to scan Ben's body, Jay found it. A bullet lodged just under a major artery, millimetres from a heart chamber. One wrong move from the surgeons, and Ben Parker would bleed out in seconds.
Jay worked as his healing aura pulsed outward. The surgeons froze mid-motion, watching as the wound in Ben's chest began to close with tissue regenerating and cells knitting together. The bullet, no longer held in place by damaged flesh, simply fell out and clattered onto the surgical tray.
One surgeon picked it up and stared at it, then at Ben's chest, where the wound was gone and not even a scar remained.
"What the hell?" one surgeon whispered.
"Did anyone see..." another started.
"The wound just... it closed. It just closed by itself."
"That's impossible."
"Check his vitals. Check everything."
Monitors beeped steadily. Heart rate normal, blood pressure stable and oxygen levels perfect. Ben Parker, who'd been minutes from death, was suddenly in perfect health.
Jay confirmed Ben was back to top health and would wake up normally with no complications. Then he walked back outside, leaving the doctors wondering what the hell had just happened. They'd be questioning their sanity for weeks. Trying to explain the unexplainable. But Jay didn't care; he had a kid to deal with.
Peter sat in the waiting room with Gwen by his side, one hand on his arm. Domino watched from a few feet away, giving them space but staying alert. Peter stared at nothing; his eyes were red, and his hands shook.
Jay walked up to him and put his hand on his shoulder. "Cheer up, kid. Your uncle's gonna make it. He's all fixed up and just sleeping. I have to say, he's one tough son of a gun, so no more moping."
Gwen looked up, and her eyes widened as recognition dawned. Jay let her see his face properly since she knew about Peter's Spider-Man persona.
Peter stood up mechanically. His face twisted in anger, grief and confusion all mixed together.
Then he started punching Jay's chest. Over and over. Fists bouncing off Jay's chest like he was hitting a wall.
"Why? Why did you tell me not to be a hero? Why did you give me that coin? The bullet that mugger shot, instead of coming at me, deflected from the coin and hurt Uncle Ben! Why did you say to ignore others' needs for help over mine? If only I had been patrolling and stopped him before, rather than shopping for fucking comics with Uncle Ben? Why do bad things always happen to me? Why do people always need a hero to save them? Why? Why? Why?..."
The punches kept coming, weak and desperate. Peter's voice rose and cracked. He wasn't making sense anymore, just shouting and words tumbling out in a stream of consciousness.
"It's my fault. It's always my fucking fault. I could've stopped him. I should've been faster. I should've..."
His voice broke completely, and the punches stopped. He just stood there, fists pressed against Jay's chest, shaking.
"Why does everyone I care about get hurt? Uncle Ben and Aunt May were hospitalized just a few weeks ago, and now I almost lost him again. What if next time I can't... what if you're not there and I... God, what if he died? What if I lose them like I lost my parents?"
He couldn't finish and just made this horrible choking sound.
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