Wrong number :/~~Spider-Man

Mmm health stuffp

Tony had made a two charts by the end of it, while Peter found more damaged areas by feeling around and using a mirror.

Their dire list luckily wasn't too long, but the fact that they needed one altogether was depressing. Most of what was on the list was obvious infected areas and larger cuts, one or two of the few that reopened just from walking around.

The room smelled horrid, and the pile of bandages, each carefully removed, kept growing as they peeled the now obstacle-like padding off to keep it from trapping anymore bacteria inside.

Peter looked like one of those anime characters in a 14+ tv show where they can only show blood on main fights, right when it looks like the main character is about to lose after being beat up so much. All of that, except not as humorous, a little less bloody, a little more bruises, and mostly nothing on the face except a little nick to the left of his chin.

His aunt had taken caution on the face. Force of habit.

To put it simply; it was not good.

"Well, I think now's a good time to call Stephen.." Tony muttered, looking down the list one more time. He hated how long it was now.

"Alright" he picked up his third sandwich, "will it hurt?"

Tony shrugged and sent a text. They sat in silence while they waited.

"Do you want me to be here during it?" Tony asked, scooping up the uncrustable wrappers from the counter to throw away.

Peter's first reaction was to say yes, for emotional support and not wanting Tony to feel bad, but he had to second guess it. Wouldn't it be worse if Tony had to just.. sit there? Peter could tell that Tony was already on the edge of the cliff with how horrifying it was to pull each piece of cloth off to find yet another layer of things he could've prevented.

"I think.. I don't think you'd wanna be here for that" Peter tried making it not sound rude, but he still felt like a jerk saying it.

Tony nodded, standing by the trash to wait till Strange could give him a ride.

Not much time passed before the gold light illuminated the room, Stephen stepping out dramatically.

"I have arrived, and I've got suturing stuff for the cut" The wizard announced, looking at Tony expectantly.

"I think you'll need more than that, hun" Tony handed Strange the list before stepping aside to see shirtless Peter drinking from a juice box.

"Tony!" Strange's attention was switching between his husband and the victim of what looked like a human sized blender "What the hell!"

"That's what I'm saying, you're the doctor here, can you fix him?" Tony shrugged, as if 'fixing' him would only take like half an hour with a single roll of gauze and a singular pack of antibiotics that'd been in the cabinet for a year.

Strange read over the list, a look of bewilderment and worry spreading over his features as he began the thought process on where to even begin. What, had the kid jumped in front of a train down into a dumpster filled with razor blades??

Instead of immediately complying, Stephen grabbed the collar of Tony's shirt and pulled him close, a glare in his eyes.

"Tony. What did you do" Stephen uttered, unable to stop his concerning thoughts on what accident Tony may have led the kid into.

He didn't want to believe Tony was capable of putting the kid in such dangers, but he'd also left the man unmonitored for quite some time.

"It wasn't me! He did this all on his own" Tony looked at Peter for a second, regret in his eyes "well, not on his own.. I found him that way" Tony pulled his attention back to his husband.