The Hunting Spider

Chapter 8

[Warning. Blood and really bad science puns.]

Avengers and the Hunting Spider

Part Two

Chapter 8

Peter poked his bruised cheek in the mirror and winced. He looked like a mottled being with brown hair that was various shades of yellow, green, and purple. They'd allowed him to take a warm shower in the medbay to get the rest of the grime off. His eyes were brown, his hair was a lighter color than that and just short of his shoulders. He was currently wearing Bruce's clothes since he was the smallest. He'd allowed Bruce- he decided he somewhat trusted the usually quiet man- to put a water-proof plastic bandages over his stitches and they crinkled every time he moved.

"Peter, you've been in there for a half hour with the water off. Can you come out?" Bruce called from outside.

Peter nodded, though pointless given that Bruce couldn't see him so he verbally confirmed, "Yeah." He opened the door and Bruce gave a snort of amusement at the clothes which pooled around the underweight teen's feet. The shirt went down to above his knees, the shirt also had a science pun (I make horrible science jokes, but only periodically) plastered across the chest.

Peter tilted his head in confusion at him, Bruce smiled at the puppy dog gesture. "I need to check on your injuries and we need to find you a room to stay in," Bruce said as he picked up a clipboard and started jotting things down.

"What do you mean?" Peter asked.

"Well you can't stay in the medbay the entire time you're here," Bruce motioned for him to sit on the examination table- which was not metal.

"Why not?" Peter complied with his request and pulled himself up. It was fine here. He didn't think he'd be staying long enough to warrant an actual room.

Bruce started taking off the water-proof plastic to access the wound. "Because, Pete, this isn't a place for you to stay. You need room for your stuff."

"What stuff?" Peter asked. He didn't have anything.

"I can take the stitches out already it seems," he mumbled, mostly to himself while grabbing a pair of medical scissors and tweezers. "You'll be getting stuff, like clothes and other important things. You can't always wear our stuff. It's too big for you."

"Sorry."

"It not your fault, Peter, you need these things either way," he cut the knot on one end of the stitching. "This might pinch, okay? Just tell me if you need me to stop." He grabbed the uncut end with the tweezers and pulled it slowly as to not tear the newly healed skin. To Peter's credit he didn't wince or flinch. He'd had to remove stitches multiple times because the doctors forgot to and they became itchy.

"There. Okay, it looks good. You're healing much faster than yesterday. Your ankle is fully healed just from overnight. And your shoulder may be sore for a while," Bruce rambled, Peter just nodding along.

"Where am I staying?" Peter asked suddenly.

"Steve and Bucky's floor, they offered before Tony finished saying 'he can't stay in the medbay forever'. Let's go now and get you settled in."