Wrong number :/~~Spider-Man

Mmm health stuffp

Peter was thankful that Tony at least tried to keep it secret. Nothing he said was even wrong. Tony did find him that way, nor was it him, and technically, if you look at it right, it was Peter's fault. I mean, who would be so stupid to not be able to see the bull crap he was living in? And even when he did find out, he didn't even do anything about it.

All of that power, and he couldn't do a thing.

Peter had missed the rest of the conversation between Tony and Strange. Instead, he sat their wallowing in his guilt.

Pathetic

By the time he'd ended his small debate, Strange was entering the room from a portal. In his arms, he had like two of those medical kits, really big ones.

Peter didn't realize the wizard had left.

Strange saw the confusion in Peter's eyes as he stood next to the kid, plopping both down onto the counter.

"Their past owners aren't gonna miss them" Strange whispered, having a heads up from Tony that Peter's hearing was quite sensitive.

Peter just nodded, too jarred to ask. The answer was for the wrong question, but it eradicated any further exploration of that other topic.

Cloakie swooped in, making it's presence well known before scooping Peter up, who didn't even try to fight it. He already felt like sleeping again, even after he should've been fully energized. Tony had already been sent out via magic portal, per Peter's request, and he was starting to regret that decision.

Having a strange man (literally), touching him.. everywhere? It'd be nice to have a more familiar face, instead of just one he's told to trust.

Still, it was a time to face the actions of his own consequences, so that'd be fun.

Cloakie had laid Peter out, as a bed would in a surgical room. This did not ease Peter in the slightest, but he'd done this enough to act as if he didn't care.

"I'll be honest with you, kid.. I don't know where to start" Strange looked down. He'd been out of professional practice for quite some time, and he hadn't had time to prepare a plan of attack against the shit show in front of him. "Any ideas?"

Peter did not feel better knowing the highly trained doctor, who happened to be treating him at the very second, was lost on how to help. It made sense, but he just wish he hadn't sent Tony out now.

"Uhm.. here, I guess?" Peter suggested, pointing to what he considered the most irritable part of his injuries at the moment.

Strange nodded, and pulled some things from the bag. He was about to pull Peter's arm under the sink they'd moved towards, but he hesitated and looked to the kid.

"How old did you say you were again?" Stranger's eyes were lingering over the scars Peter held. He looked like now wasn't his first fight with a man-sized blender.

"Uh.. 15?" Peter felt self conscious now, tempted to pull his arm away from Stephen close to his chest.

He had to count from the date he was born to now to be sure. It'd been a while. Even Aristide the foggy week, he knew everything down to the month, so he at least knew he didn't miss his birthday. He hoped so, at least.

Why did he want to know?

Stephen sighed what sounded like a very stressed sigh. Almost dejected. His hands shook lightly for a moment before he continued.