Whumptober 2019 | Irondad and Spiderson

1. Shaky hands, stitches, stab wound

A/N
So, uh hey guys that actually decided to read my story. When I wrote this, it would've been the first actual piece of writing I've ever actually completed on Wattpad. So. Um. Yeah, don't expect quality writing.
Welp
Yeah

This started out as a gunshot wound but then I saw there was a stab wound prompt, so i tweaked it a bit. Sorry if it's a little weird.

I'm realllyyy scared, but here goes nothing?

"Guys, why wasn't I invited to the party?" Spider-Man complains, swinging to land beside the robbers. It was 3 am on a school night. Peter was cold and tired, and couldn't wait to get home.

"Why are you always in the way?" one of them seethes, "You're ruining everything, bug." He stops picking the lock on the ATM to face Spider-Man.

"Actually, spiders are arachnids," Peter rolls his eyes, "Why does everybody get that wrong?" He quickly shoots a web at the gun and yanks it harshly out of his grasp. With just a few more flicks of Spider-Man's wrist, the thief suddenly finds himself stuck to the brick wall.

Huh. Peter thinks, that was almost too easy.

Then his spidey-sense blares. He side-steps just as a bullet whizzes past his ear. Oh right, there's two of them. Peter whips around to face Robber #2. Spider-Man pulls his fist back and nails the other man right in the face. Robber #2 stumbles back, holding his hands to his nose. He winces and glares at Peter.

"Fuck you!" He pulls out his gun and starts to shoot at him.

"Hey, hey! Whoa there, buddy! Can't we just talk this out?" Spider-Man hops around, dodging the bullets, "it's just a broken nose, no need to be a big baby! It'll heal in no time!" His spidey-sense was going haywire; there were too many bullets to dodge.

Left! Right! Left! Left! Overhead! Crouch! Right! Right! Jump! Left! Right! The round of bullets seemed to be endless, until finally, Peter hears the faint click of the gun, signifying its emptiness. He stands there for a moment to catch his breath.

"No more, huh? Might as well give up," Peter was panting a bit from the exercise.

The criminal roars in rage, throwing the gun to the floor. Peter could hear the faint sounds of police cars approaching. He looked back at the criminal. There was a spark of fear in his eyes, accompanied by something else that Peter couldn't quite place his finger on.

Suddenly, his spidey-sense SCREAMS. Peter gasps and groans as a knife sinks into his stomach from his left. He turns around to see Robber #1 out of the webs. He must've cut himself out. Stupid Peter, you should've noticed his knife! Spider-Man thought, just before collapsing to the dirty cement sidewalk. He watches as the robbers scamper off. His breaths are coming out quick and uneven. Peter glances down at the blossoming puddle of red at his stomach.

"Sir, you're losing a lot of blood and your heart rate seems to be elevated. Would you like me to contact Mr. Stark?"

"Nono Karen, it's fine. I can take care of myself. He's probably busy right now." Peter puts pressure on the wound, around the knife still stuck in his side, wincing as more blood seeped out. Peter shakily stands, gasping in pain. Okay Spider-Man, you've got this, you've got this. He gulps and starts limping. He shoots a web at an apartment building. He gives himself a running start, despite the intense pain. Deep breaths in, deep breaths out. Spider-Man hastily swings from building to building. From here, he could spot the police cars in the distance arriving at the location, only to find nothing out of the ordinary. Besides, you know, a puddle of blood, some webbing, and an empty discarded gun.