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"Stay still!"
"Ahhh!"
Peter twisted away from Ned's touch as they huddled together in the accessible stall in the men's bathroom. Before school, Peter had decided to go on an early morning patrol. Now, an hour later, with Ned helping him tend to a large cut across his back, Peter realized that maybeeee that wasn't such a good idea.
Normally, it would have been fine. Normally, his suit was able to protect him from muggers and other petty criminals. But normally, said muggers didn't have knives made of vibranium. Like, what the hell, man. Where'd he even get vibranium?
"Nedddd," Peter whined as Ned brushed over a particularly sensitive spot with an antiseptic wipe.
"Be quiet!" Ned admonished in a hushed tone, tossing the bloody wipe into the toilet, and pulling out a roll of gauze. Ever since the Vulture incident, he had taken to carrying some first aid supplies in his backpack. It had come in handy more often than he would have liked. While Peter's healing ability meant that he'd probably be good as new by lunch, they didn't need any blood soaking through the back of his shirt until then.
"But that hurtttt!"
"It'll be over soon!"
Carefully, the two took turns passing the roll of bandages around Peter's middle, Ned making sure that it sufficiently covered the wound. Satisfied, he cut the end and fixed it in place, then packed up his backpack while Peter put his shirt back on.
"C'mon, we'll be late for class if we don't hurry," Ned said. Peter made a halfhearted attempt to flatten his ruffled hair, but soon gave it up as a lost cause.
"Next time, you better-"
Peter and Ned froze as they stepped out of the stall. There was a boy standing at the sinks that they hadn’t notice come in. The water was running, but he seemed to have abandoned the task of washing his hands, starring at them in the mirror with a slack jawed expression. He blushed a bit as they made eye contact.
The two boys quickly realized what the situation looked like. "Wait, it's not-" Peter began, but before he could say any more, the boy hurriedly left the room, leaving the sink running in his rush.
Ned looked at Peter. "This is all your fault."
Peter sighed.