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"Shut up."
"Oh, wow, not fucking around, Pete, are you?" Tony bites his lip, barely concealing his wince as it pulls at the gash on his temple.
"Sit back." Peter growls.
"It's nothing."
"I said shush!" Peter takes a hold of Tony's neck instead, his grip hard and his eyes, well… his eyes make Tony shut up this time.
He lets his boyfriend carefully patch him up, lets Peter reassure himself that it is, in fact, nothing, and only when he stops, his hands hanging at his sides, does Tony take one of them in his, and kisses its back.