Parley Oneshots

Shot

I know I already did one like this but I don't really like the way that it turned out it was just so depressing hahah.

Harley is IronLad and lives at Stark Towers with Peter

TW: Blood?

Peter POV.

I went patrolling before school today, just to get the wind in my hair and clear my mind a little.

I started pretty early and was able to stop a couple early-morning muggings and helped this guy catch his bus by swinging him to the stop.

I was in the middle of a fight (winning of course) where a lady had just been pulled into an alleyway. I took a second to peek over my shoulder, making sure that the woman had run to safety, and that was my mistake.

My spider senses warned me, but I was too slow. A loud and familiar BANG echoed, and I felt warm blood pour from my stomach.

I doubled over in pain and the jerk took that as his opportunity to escape. Bastard.

I moved to run after him but immediately fell on my face, jostling the bullet painfully in in my stomach.

I dragged myself to the alley's wall, leaning against it with my back and sitting on the grimy, bloody floor, to examine the damage.

It wasn't the worst I'd had, and I figured it would be pretty straight forward to patch up.

To do that properly, though, I would need to take off my mask, so I heaved my weight to the back of the alley and sat behind a dumpster so no passers-by would see me.

I stripped down so that the suit was crumpled at my hips, showing me the wound.

It was red.

My bag was conveniently stuck to the side of the dumpster, from where I had webbed it to take on this crook.

I unzipped it, removing my first aid kit and opening it up.

Bandages, needle and thread, sterilising alcohol, painkillers, bandaids, but no tweezers.

How am I supposed to get the bullet out?

I checked my phone, suddenly remembering about school, and cursed. 8:43am. School starts in 7 minutes!

I knew I would have no time to remove the bullet, especially without tweezers, but I also knew that I couldn't miss school again. I have way too many absences on my record and I couldn't afford another one.

On the other hand - my super-healing might heal over the bullet and then it'll be stuck in me forever but I think it's worth the risk - and besides I'm pretty sure that today's chemistry lesson is a practical so would I rather do that or fix a bullet wound?

The decision seemed pretty easy to me, so I quickly began wrapping the bandages around my injury, and sterilised it a little, too.

I had to bite down on my crumpled up Spider-Man mask as I poured the alcohol onto the wound, watching it mix with the scarlet blood and practically feeling it sizzle on my skin.

I blinked away the tears and finished wrapping it up in a thick layer of bandages, and packed away my first aid kit, swallowing a few painkillers at the same time.

School wasn't far from here so I changed in the alley and elected to try and walk myself there.

[At school - first period]

Maybe this bullet wound was a little worse than I thought, I was starting to feel dizzy and I was almost sure that it was still bleeding.

We were in chemistry, and doing an experiment using dry ice and rubbing alcohol.