Wrong number :/~~Spider-Man

Mmm health stuffp

"You're a lot tougher that I took you for" Stephen complimented after sealing up the fourth cut.

Peter winced as he put more antibiotics on it, scrunching his face up in silence.

"I've had some practice" he half heartedly chuckled, feeling some tears of pain sting in his eyes.

Stephen paused patting down the newly applied covering.

How long was Peter actually there?

If movie nights were.. that. That meant that this wasn't Peter's first time.

That meant that when Peter spoke to him the first time, saying he was scared..

It wasn't just for meeting the Avengers, something terrifying enough as it is for a kid.

It was because he was going back to That.

It wasn't guilt that was grabbing at Stephen, not like it had many other characters, nor was it regret for not investigating after the entirely suspicious show Peter had put on that night.

It was anger.

Now wasn't the time to fall into vengeful or spiraling thoughts, there was still a kid in front of him who needed serious help, in more ways than one.

"Could we take a break?" Peter asked, just as Stephen was about to start his fifth suturing process.

Shit, Stephen should've thought about that. Of course they'd need breaks? This shouldn't be a rush and done job, the kid could feel everything.

Now that's one way to feel like an asshole.

"Of course" Stephen agreed, setting the supplies down carefully "enjoy your break, I'll be back in a moment" he rushed awkwardly, not wanting to just sit in a room with the kid alone.

Strange grabbed his phone out and started ringing his husband, exiting the room as he did so.

Peter sat in confusion, mostly just preparing to ask if he could go to the bathroom. He didn't even know where the bathroom was from where he sat.

Welp, time for an adventure during what he thought could probably be considered surgery ✨

Was suturing considered surgery?

He rolled over a bit from Cloakie, hoping his legs weren't too jellified for solid ground.

Cloakie moved with him, refusing to let him fall.

"Uh.. I gotta go to the bathroom" Peter uttered, hoping that the magic floating fabric also had a setting for the English language.

Not a thought he ever expected running through his head while making perfect sense somehow.

Thank Thor himself, the blanket carefully carried him down the halls to a bathroom. Yeah, the bathroom was a bedroom's bathroom, and it was indeed massive, but he needed to go before they returned to the helpful agony he'd been preparing for.

Part of him wished that Tony's husband could just magic his wounds all healed, but he didn't want to feel greedy. He tried avoiding those thoughts now.