Peter WHY...

Peter woke up around 6:30 in the morning and started his usual routine. He brushed his teeth, took a quick shower, and got dressed. With the memories of last night's patrol fresh in his mind, he realized he had forgotten to finish his homework. Great job, Peter, he thought sarcastically.

He quickly took out his books and got to work, managing to complete his assignments just in time for breakfast. He headed to the kitchen, where Uncle Ben and Aunt May were already sitting at the table.

"Good morning, Peter," Aunt May said with a warm smile. "Did you sleep well?"

"Morning, Aunt May. Morning, Uncle Ben," Peter replied, grabbing a piece of toast. "Yeah, I slept fine. Just had a lot on my mind."

Uncle Ben looked at Peter thoughtfully. "We heard about what happened to Flash. Seems like he got attacked pretty badly."

Peter nodded, trying to maintain a neutral expression. "Yeah, I heard. It's crazy. Who would do something like that?"

Aunt May sighed, her face etched with concern. "We just hope he recovers soon. It's terrible to hear about someone getting hurt like that."

"Do you know if he's going to be okay?" Peter asked, trying to sound genuinely concerned.

"I'm not sure," Uncle Ben replied. "But he's tough. He'll pull through. Just stay out of trouble, Peter. We don't want anything happening to you."

Peter forced a smile. "Don't worry, Uncle Ben. I'll be careful."

After breakfast, Peter left for school. He arrived earlier than usual and walked around the campus, observing the students bustling about. The atmosphere was a bleek, with everyone still talking about Flash's attack.

As Peter wandered around, he spotted Liz Allan sitting alone on a bench, staring off into the distance. He decided to approach her.

"Hey, Liz," Peter greeted her, trying to sound casual.

Liz looked up, surprised to see him. "Oh, hi, Peter. What's up?"

"Not much," Peter replied, taking a seat next to her. "Just wanted to check in. How are you doing?"

"I'm okay, I guess," Liz said with a sigh. "It's just been a weird couple of days with everything that's happened to Flash."

"Yeah, I can imagine," Peter said sympathetically. "Have you visited him yet?"

"Yes I visited him yesterday, I'm planning to go after class today," Liz replied. "I want to see how he's doing."

"Do you mind if I tag along?" Peter asked. "Aunt May is pressuring me to visit him because of the accident."

Liz looked thoughtful for a moment before nodding. "Sure, Peter. You can come with me. I'll be heading there right after class."

"Thanks, Liz. I'll wait for you at the entrance of the school," Peter said with a grateful smile.

"Alright, see you then, And thanks for checking in on me." Liz replied, managing a small smile.

As Peter walked away to his class, He went to his locker and saw Harry walking towards him. They chatted for a while and walked towards their class.

Hmm so peaceful and calm, I hope it's always like this. He thought in his mind.

The school day passed by uneventfully, with Peter trying to focus on his studies while keeping an ear out for any updates on Flash.

The school day dragged on uneventfully for Peter. Each class blended into the next, with no surprises or disruptions, just the usual murmur of students and the occasional teacher's lecture. His mind, however, was far from the lessons. He kept thinking about the hospital visit ahead, but not because of Flash. Who cares about that jerk anyway? he thought, a smirk tugging at his lips. 

Finally, the final bell rang, signaling the end of the day. Peter gathered his things and made his way to the front of the school, where he'd agreed to meet Liz Allan. He leaned against the brick wall, scanning the crowd of students spilling out of the building. His eyes lingered on a few girls passing by, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Liz.

 She's hot, no question about it. Maybe this hospital trip won't be a total waste if I can get her to open up a bit. Peter thought to himself as he waited there.

After a few minutes, Liz appeared, her backpack slung over one shoulder, her expression mild anxiety. She spotted Peter and gave him a small, grateful smile as she approached.

"Hey, Peter," she said, adjusting her bag. "Thanks for waiting. Ready to go?"

"Yeah, no problem," Peter replied, pushing off the wall and falling into step beside her. Here we go. Let's see if I can make this interesting. "Cab or bus?"

"Cab, I think," Liz said, glancing at her watch. "It'll be faster."

They walked to the curb, and Peter flagged down a yellow cab. The driver pulled over, and they climbed in, Liz taking the window seat. Peter settled in next to her, the close quarters of the cab making him hyper-aware of her presence. 

She smells nice, too, I shoudn't smell that's just creepy. he thought, trying to focus on something other than how her hair caught the light.

As the cab pulled into traffic, Peter turned to Liz. "So, how've you been holding up with all this Flash stuff?" he asked, keeping his tone casual. Might as well play the concerned friend. She'll eat that up.

Liz sighed, looking out the window at the passing buildings. "It's been weird, you know? Everyone's talking about it, and I feel bad for him, even if he can be a jerk sometimes. I visited him yesterday, and he looked… rough."

Peter nodded, feigning interest. Rough? Good. He deserved it. "Yeah, I heard it was pretty bad. Do they know who did it?"

"Not yet," Liz said, turning to face him. "The police are asking questions, but no one's seen anything. It's scary to think someone out there could do that."

"Totally," Peter agreed, though his mind was elsewhere. He shifted in his seat, leaning a little closer. "You doing okay, though? I mean, you and Flash were… close, right?"

Liz shrugged, a flicker of discomfort crossing her face. "Not really. It was just a high school thing. I'm more worried about him being safe than anything else. But it's still unsettling."

Peter seized the opportunity to steer the conversation away from Flash. "Yeah, I get that. Hey, after this, maybe we could grab a coffee or something? Take your mind off it for a bit?"

Liz smiled, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Maybe. Let's see how it goes at the hospital first."

Fair enough, Peter thought, suppressing a grin. She's playing hard to get, but she's interested. I can work with that. "Deal," he said aloud. "You're pretty strong, Liz. Handling all this and still keeping it together."

"Thanks, Peter," she replied, her voice softening. "It's nice to have someone to talk to about it."

The cab ride continued in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, the city's hum filling the space between them. Peter stole a glance at Liz, admiring the way she stared out the window, lost in thought. 

She's hot and smart. Maybe this Spider-Man gig isn't the only thing I should be focusing on. He leaned back, satisfied. 

Soon, the cab pulled up in front of the hospital, its white facade looming under the afternoon sun. Peter paid the fare, handing the driver a few bills with a quick, "Keep the change." He stepped out and held the door open for Liz, who gave him another grateful smile.

Together, they entered the hospital, the automatic doors sliding open with a soft whoosh. The sterile smell of antiseptic hit them immediately, and the buzz of the waiting area filled the air. Peter followed Liz toward the elevator, his mind still on her rather than the patient they were about to visit.