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Tommy would like to make it clear that it wasn’t his fault that he was an idiot, that was Wilbur’s fault. Okay maybe it was a little bit his fault, but Wilbur had pretty much raised him, so it was also on him okay? Okay. And now that he was thinking about it, it was also on Techno and Phil too, because they knew he was Spider-Man and didn’t stop him or make Wilbur stop him, so it was also their fault. But as he laid in a dumpster with a bullet wound and multiple deep cuts littered around his body, Tommy would admit that maybe being an idiot was partially his fault. But definitely not completely his fault.
To be honest, Tommy wasn’t too sure how he ended up in this situation. He was fighting a villain on the roof of some building and he was tired, hungry, and probably dehydrated. Which wasn’t his fault by the way, that was on school for not giving them enough time to eat and the ‘no food during class’ rule which was stupid, especially for kids like him (well technically he was the only one that he knew of) who had a fast metabolism and had to eat much more. The lack of sleep was partially his fault, but again it was mostly school. If they didn’t give him so much homework, then he would’ve been in bed by 1am when he had gotten back from patrol, but instead he was up till 3am doing homework and he had already finished a lot of it during the school day. So with all of that combined, his Spider sense wasn’t working too great today, and that especially stood out in this fight.
He was barely able to dodge punches that, on a normal day, he would’ve blocked easily. Plus, he was moving much slower, too slow in fact to process when he sensed the trigger of a gun about to be pulled and too slow to move out of the way in order not to get hit. Which is how he found himself with a bullet wound through his shoulder.
Tommy gripped his arm in pain slowly moving back away from the villain and somehow managing to dodge the other shots sent his way. He was pretty sure the bullet went all the way through and had somehow missed any bones and arteries as he wasn’t bleeding an excessive amount (or at least excessive for a bullet wound).
Tommy let out a breath of relief as he saw the villain toss the gun to the side, hopefully meaning he was out of bullets and didn’t have any more guns on him. That thought of relief was quickly thrown out of his head as he watched the villain pull out a large dagger.
“Oh come on.” Tommy grumbled to himself, letting go of his arm to defend himself a little more, biting his cheek to hide his gasp of pain as he did so.
Tommy ducked and dodged the villain as they swung the knife, though it wasn’t working out as well as he hoped because every few swings he felt the knife slice through his suit and pretty soon he was backed up to the edge of the building. He leaned back trying to avoid getting hit and next thing Tommy knew he was falling and somehow ended up in a dumpster.
To the best of his knowledge he didn’t see the villain again after that, but he honestly wasn’t too sure, his vision was blurring in and out and he really just wanted to close his eyes. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad if he closed his eyes for a little bit…
“Tommy! What the fuck!” A voice said, causing Tommy to snap his eyes open recognizing the voice.
“Oh shit.” Tommy whispered, trying to sit up only for his eyes to roll back.
“Fuck.”
Techno busted into Wilbur’s apartment with a passed out Tommy in a ripped up Spider-Man suit in his arms.
“Wilbur, your spider-child has gone and done it again.” Techno announced setting Tommy down on the couch grabbing the first aid kit from under the couch.
“God dammit Tommy.” Wilbur breathed out, his breath hitching slightly as Tommy came into his view, it was quiet though and if Techno didn’t know Wilbur he probably wouldn’t have caught it.
“Found him in a dumpster, like a racoon.” Techno joked though there was an edge of worry in his voice as he pulled out a pack of gauze and the suture kit knowing he would probably need it.
“Techno.” Wilbur said firmly, clearly not a fan of Techno’s racoon joke.
“Sorry.” Techno apologized, starting to clean Tommy’s wounds. “Quite a few deep cuts like someone was swinging at him, and I’m pretty sure he was shot in the shoulder, but based on how little it’s bleeding at this point I’m assuming it didn’t hit an artery or anything major.”
“What do you need me to do?” Wilbur asked, carefully watching Techno as he held gauze over some of the deeper wounds.
“Hold him still.” Techno said opening the suture kit and leaning over Tommy slightly to get a better angle. “Cause this is gonna hurt like a bitch if he wakes up.”
Tommy woke up screaming in pain trying to pull away only to be held down and gently shushed. He relaxed slightly seeing Wilbur above him with a hand cradling through his hair.
“Hold still Sunshine, Techno’s almost done.” Wilbur whispered, squeezing Tommy’s hand as Techno poked him again with something.
“What is-” Tommy cut himself off with a groan of pain as Techno continued.
“Sutures.” Techno said simply. “You were cut pretty deep, and that bullet wound in your shoulder wasn’t going to heal itself from the outside even with that weirdly fast healing you have.”
“Just stay still my Love, he’s almost done, then you can go back to sleep.” Wilbur said, pressing a soft kiss to Tommy’s forehead.
Tommy only nodded and tensed up holding in a gasp of pain as Techno pressed the needle through his skin again.
“Only a few more.” Techno mumbled, not breaking his focus as he tied off another suture.
Tommy wasn’t sure how he didn’t pass out as Techno finished off the last few sutures, but somehow he didn’t. When Techno finished Tommy let out a breath gasping for air slightly and let himself relax more against Wilbur.
“You okay Sunshine?” Wilbur asked, brushing the hair out of Tommy’s face.
“Yeah.” Tommy whispered, burying his head in Wilbur’s lap.
“Can you tell us what happened?”
“Later.” Tommy answered as his eyes started to blink shut. “‘m tired.”
“I know Love, get some sleep.”
“Love you.” Tommy mumbled. “Forever and always.”
“Always and forever Sunshine.” Wilbur repeated, leaning down to press a kiss to Tommy’s head.
Tommy let himself start to drift off only to be immediately woken by the door slamming open. He lifted his head long enough to see Phil marching into the room before dropping his head back into Wilbur’s lap and tiredly raising a hand to wave at Phil.
“What the fuck did you do this time.”
Tommy didn’t answer, he would deal with it later, for now he let himself drift off to sleep with Wilbur holding him protectively.