Marvel x Reader Prompt Imagines (Requests Currently Open)

RQ: Lifesaver (Spiderman Noir x Doctor Reader)

Original Tumblr Ask: Salutations! I found your wonderful 'Home (SpiderMan Noir x Reader)' here & on AO3 where I saw your requests were open! I can't thank you enough for writing insert fiction for Noir! Works for him are so hard to find & he needs so much more love! I was hoping I might be able to request a femDoctor Reader coming to Noir's aid his universe using your prompt 19. "Where are you bleeding?" "Probably from the stab wound." "YOU'VE BEEN STABBED!?" "Oh definitely" Thank you for your time & consideration!

Author's Notes: I'm so glad you liked my first fic, it means a lot to me. While I write my requests, I am going to work on a one-shot for my oc and Noir as well as other art for this oc, cause since it's spiderverse, it means multiple versions of yourself XD.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy your request <3 Also, thank you for being so sweet when I messaged you!

Prompts: "Where are you bleeding?" "Probably from the stab wound." "YOU'VE BEEN STABBED!?" "Oh definitely

"Thank you!" You called out to your taxi driver as you quickly gave him his pay before dashing out of the car. "Have a nice day, ma'am" the driver replied with an amused smile before driving off.

You rushed into the apartment building, your leather medical bag in one hand and the other barging your friend's door open. open. You lent against the frame to pant softly for a moment, staring at the floor. Hearing a pained groan, your eyes shot up to see Spiderman laying on his couch.

You gasped, quickly closing the door and locking before rushing to your friend "Where are you bleeding?" You asked, placing your bag on the floor by the couch as you kneeled by his side. "Probably from the stab wound" Peter replied, almost nonchalantly if it were not for the pain he felt where he had gripped his hand.

You swore that your heart stopped for a moment "YOU WERE STABBED!?"You yelled at him, the look in your eyes surprising the hero for a moment. You had been the hero's doctor for a while now, why were you surprised by this? "Oh definitely," He told you, wincing you start to move his vest and sweater away from the bleeding wound.

Your eyebrows started to knit together, glancing a small glare in Peter's direction. "You're going to be the death of me, Peter" you growled while you retrieved cloth rags from your bag. Along with other items such as gauze, needle, thread and scissors. One look at the wound and you knew he would need stitches, but first, you had to clean it.

Peter was silent as he watched you clean the cut with some medicinal alcohol, showing no sympathy to his subtle winces from the stinging sensation. Under the dark mask, Peter's eyebrows furrowed as he studied you. "Doll..." He cautiously ventured, if there was to be anything that could get the hard-boiled detective to feel fear, it would be you.

"Don't 'doll' me, twit." the venom in your tone sent shivers down the male's spine. He removed his mask, tossing it to the coffee table. Satisfied with the clean wound, you started to thread the needle. Holding the wound together, you thread the needle through his skin, making sure it pulled the wound closed with each new stitch. "Are you alright?" You hear Peter ask you softly.

You stopped your threading. "Am I alright? Peter, for god sakes, worry about yourself for once! But no, I am not alright!" you barked, glancing up at him. "Every time this happens I worry I won't make it in time, what if it was something much worse? What if they hit an artery and you bleed out?" you started to ramble, only to feel your throat tightening at the thought.

"This is not like when we were kids, Peter. Back then, at least it was only broken noses and bruises. But things have changed. You can't just expect to walk these off, what if I wasn't here?" You continued, finishing the stitches. "Sit up for a moment. Carefully," you told him while grabbing a roll of gauze. You secured your arm around his back to keep him up while he had an arm around your shoulders. Lifting the layers he had on, you wrapped his torso to cover the wound.

"There. You will have to rest for a while. You hear me?" You told him, only to hear him grunt softly. You moved to let him lay down again, but he hadn't moved his arm from around you. Instead, he pulled you closer, nuzzling his face into your neck. His embrace made you stop and you finally softened, returning the small embrace. He hummed softly as you run your fingers through his dark hair.

"You're my lifesaver, you know that, right doll?" He whispered, causing you to raise an eyebrow. "I wouldn't be here without you... With you, I always know how to get back up." He continued on, only adding to your confusion. "Peter? Are you okay?" You whispered while resting your chin on top of his head. "I just don't tell you this enough. How much I owe to you."

"You owe me nothing. Just stay alive." You pressed a kiss to his hair. Peter tilted his head to press a kiss to your jaw.

"For you, (Y/n)