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Peter Parker did not go to hospitals.
“FUCKNUGGETS!”
Peter clutched his side, where the villain of the week had just shoved a spear.
His vision lurched as the guy, Peter’s just going to call him stabbo, grabbed the spear, trying to swing his impaled body with it.
Luckily, the tip broke off, leaving peter with a much shorter obstacle to fight around as he ripped the wooden stick from stabbo’s hands and hit him over the head with it before webbing him down.
Taking a glance around, Peter checked there were no midnight children to hear his cursing before swinging off towards Hell’s Kitchen.
It was a little known fact, but vigilantes seemed to have an innate defiance of hospitals. It usually came down to either money or distrust of anything the government could access.
Also little known fact, there were two nurses who the vigilantes of new York went to when injured. Peter’s aunt May (currently at work), and Clair.
So. Clair it was.
The spider boy sent off a warning text, slowing down to conceal his route once he got closer.
Luckily, Clair was already up, fixing a GSW on frank’s arm.
Peter gave a wave to them both as he slid in the window.
“hey Clair, hey Frank! It’s a spear, this time! I mean, who uses spears?”
Peter rambled, panting as he collapsed onto the wooden floor tiles, peeling up his mask and the stomach of his suit.
“Peter.”
Said boy takes one look at Clair’s face before nodding “Right, right. Uhm, clean stab, though it got a bit jostled around. 8 minutes, bleeding’s slowed.”
The next afternoon, Peter stopped by the tower. He was going to be working with Tony some, and repair his suit.
“Karen told me this week’s villain was pretty strong, good job holding up and not getting hurt, Pete.”
Peter paused. He.. did get hurt, though?
“I’m sorry, you what?”
Oops, must have said that out loud.
“Peter, what happened?! How badly are you hurt?”
“It was just a spear, didn’t even hit any vital organs! I’m alright, Mr. Stark”
“A spear- Why didn’t you go to the hospital, Peter?!”
“Wow, this guy thinks I have enough money to go to the hospital, can you believe this?” Peter was leaning down, DUM-E beeping his equivalent of a laugh.
“We have a medbay here!”
“Wow, this guy thinks I trust the surveillance state with my DNA and information.”
“Peter, I’m serious. You need to get medical attention when you’re hurt!”
“Mr. Stark, I do! There’s two nurses on standby that I can go to!”
“Pete, what are you talking about. I know May’s a nurse but who’s the other?”
“Can’t tell you that. Vigilante networking secret.”