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Look Tommy would like to make it very clear for the record to state that he was a big man and he could handle it on his own. However, sometimes, and only sometimes he wished he had told somebody (Read: Wilbur) that he was Spider-Man. And it was fine. Tommy was fine. Or well he was fine until he got stabbed with a really sharp knife to the side in the middle of patrol. And well, now Tommy wasn’t fine and he wanted Wilbur. Slowly Tommy was making his way home, trying his best to not lose anymore blood while swinging to his apartment and unfortunately for him it wasn’t going too well. The blood was seeping through his suit, and though the webs Tommy had put over the wound had originally slowed down the bleeding, now the chemicals from the webs were somehow making it bleed more? He wasn’t actually too sure since it was already bleeding a lot, but the chemicals from the webs burnt either way.
He knew he was losing a lot of blood, his main goal at this point was to make it home before he passed out. Sure that would mean revealing himself to Wilbur but Tommy didn’t care at this point. He didn’t care if Wilbur found out, after all he wanted Wilbur right now anyway. Even if Wilbur was disappointed in him, or worried, or scared shitless, Tommy didn’t care, right now he wanted Wilbur and he was going to make it back to Wilbur.
Tommy let out a slight sigh of relief as his apartment building came into view. The wall swayed underneath him as he climbed the side of the building up to the 4th floor. He counted over 4 windows and slid it open crawling inside, ignoring the hand print left on the window- he would deal with it later. Tommy looked up ready to see Wilbur but instead saw Techno and Phil staring back at him with faces of concern and shock.
“Oh shit.” Tommy mumbled before everything went black.
“Not to say I told you so or anything, but you owe me 20 bucks Phil.” Techno said, running over to Tommy who was bleeding out on their floor as Phil grabbed the first aid kit from under the sink.
“Yeah yeah, whatever Tech, either start patching him up or go tell Wilbur to come get his Spider-Child and if you don’t I will.” Phil said tossing the first aid kit to Techno.
“Go tell Wilbur, I got the kid.” Techno answered as he caught the kit and opened it, sparing Phil a nod of encouragement. “I think I have the easier job anyways.”
With a final glance at Techno, Phil left the apartment and immediately entered the one next to his own.
“Wilbur!” Phil announced, the younger man turning to face Phil. “Your Spider-Child is bleeding in our apartment, Techno is patching him up if you would like to collect him.”
Phil turned around as he heard Wilbur let out a strangled “My what?” before immediately following Phil out of the apartment and into the one next door.
“Tommy!” Wilbur exclaimed, rushing over to the blood covered boy who was lying motionless on Phil’s couch.
Wilbur let out a quiet cry as he cupped Tommy’s face and looked over to Techno who was cleaning the wound in Tommy’s side.
“What happened?” Wilbur asked, his voice breaking in the slightest.
“By the looks of it he got stabbed.” Techno said simply staying focused on the task at hand. “He crawled in here before immediately passing out, but we think he was looking for you.”
Wilbur only nodded, any effort he had to talk leaving his body instantly. He couldn’t help the swarm of thoughts that clouded his mind as he stared at Tommy, his brother, covered in blood, wearing the damn Spider-Man suit on his neighbors couch. Tommy, his Tommy, how did he not see? How did he not notice before, all the nights Tommy came home dirty and tired, looking like death? How could he have missed it? It made sense now seeing it right in front of his face, he was such an idiot to not see it sooner.
“Get out of your head.” Techno said breaking Wilbur’s trail of thoughts. “Overthinking is going to do nothing for him. He was probably scared shitless to tell you because he knew you would worry. He’s going to shut down if he sees you like this. So if you’re going to stay here get your shit together or leave until it’s together.”
Wilbur took a deep breath and nodded. He settled on the floor in a more comfortable position, taking Tommy’s hand in his own and caressing his thumb over the back of Tommy’s as he did so. With his other hand, Wilbur reached up, hesitating for a moment before brushing the blond curls out of Tommy’s face.
“Please wake up Sunshine.” Wilbur mumbled, resting his head on the edge of the couch close to Tommy’s pressing a kiss to the boy’s cheek.
It didn’t take long for Techno to finish cleaning Tommy’s wound and Wilbur stayed by his side the entire time. Wilbur could see where Phil and Techno were hovering in the kitchen keeping their conversation hushed, but Wilbur couldn’t find it in himself to care, right now all cared about was for Tommy to wake up.
“Do you need anything Wilbur?” Phil asked, resting a hand on Wilbur’s shoulder.
Wilbur blinked up at Phil unsure of when the man came over. He only shook his head bringing his attention back to Tommy immediately, he didn’t deserve to ask for anything until Tommy woke up.
“Mate you look like shit.” Phil deadpanned. “I get that you’re worried about him, but he is stable and I think he would get upset over the fact that you weren’t taking care of yourself.”
Wilbur shook his head again, he didn’t have the strength or energy to speak.
“At least have some water.” Phil pleaded, holding an open bottle of water with a straw out in front of him.
Wilbur hesitated for a moment before taking a sip from the bottle, then quickly chugged the whole thing. Phil pulled the bottle back, immediately replacing it with a sandwich causing Wilbur to glare up at him before taking a dramatic bite out of it. He took the sandwich from Phil giving the older man a small nod of thanks before turning his attention back to Tommy.
He had to wake up soon. He just had to. Wilbur refused to believe otherwise.
Tommy blinked, his eyes stinging at the hard lights that made his vision blur until he was forced to shut them again. Slowly, he opened them once more, blinking and taking in his unfamiliar surroundings. He noticed the weight on his side and the tight grip on his hand. Looking over he saw Wilbur, eyes closed, grasping his hand tight like it was his last tether to the world. Taking a second glance around he saw Phil and Techno sitting in their matching armchairs staring at him.
“Wilbur.” He whispered, attempting to move and being immediately hit with a wave of pain that resonated from his side.
“It’ll hurt less if you stay lying down.” Techno said nonchalantly from his chair.
“I-”
“Toms.” Wilbur whispered, cutting Tommy off. “You’re awake.”
Tommy could see the wave of relief that washed over Wilbur’s face when he realized Tommy was awake.
“I’m sorry.” Tommy whispered, already preparing for the inevitable lecture that was to come. In his defense he didn’t mean to get stabbed and he meant to tell Wilbur much sooner, but that didn’t matter right now. Right now he just wanted Wilbur to comfort him and he would deal with the lecture, he didn’t care that he was going to get a lecture, he was just happy Wilbur was here.
“No no no Toms, Sunshine no, there’s no need to apologize.” Wilbur rushed to reassure. “You’re safe sweetheart, that's all that matters. You’re here and you are safe.”
“But I-”
“Tommy please, I swear love, I’m not upset. When I tell you I only care that you are safe and loved, I swear that’s all I mean. I’m not upset or disappointed or mad, just a bit worried is all.”
“I didn’t tell you though.” Tommy protested weakly.
“It’s okay Tommy.” Wilbur assured. “I get why you didn’t tell us Tommy. Even though we could’ve helped you, we get it.”
“Actually I knew he was Spider-Man.” Techno spoke up from his spot on the chair. “You’re not very quiet by the way kid, gotta work on your stealth skills.”
“Wait a second you knew and didn’t think to tell me?” Wilbur questioned shooting an annoyed glance towards Techno.
Techno threw his hands up in defense. “Snitches get stitches.”
“So you guys are okay with this?” Tommy questioned, caution lacing his voice.
“Of course we are okay with it, love.” Wilbur assured, giving Tommy's hand a squeeze. “All we ask is that you come to us for anything, no matter how big or small. We are here to help you Sunshine. No matter what.”
“And please don’t leave a bloody handprint on my window.” Phil spoke up. “This time I’ll clean it because you’re hurt, but if it happens again it’s on you.”
Tommy ducked his head, tucking it into Wilbur’s shoulder to hide himself from further embarrassment.
“And you can’t be out past midnight on school nights.” Wilbur spoke, running his fingers through Tommy’s hair as the boy melted further into his hold. “God knows your sleep schedule is already fucked.”
Tommy only let out a wet chuckle. “I love you guys.”
“Back at ya.” Techno said with a nod of acknowledgement.
Phil sent a glare in Techno’s direction before his face softened as he turned to Tommy. “Love you mate.”
“Love you too, Sunshine.” Wilbur whispered, pressing a kiss to Tommy’s head. “Always and forever.”
“Forever and always.” Tommy recited.