Throwing Caution to the Wind

Chapter 20

He winced ad Cho pulled the needle from his arm. It's not that she wasn't gentle, it was just that the the thought of her pulling out a hollow stick of metal from his arm weirded him out. And there was a pinch. She wiped down the area with a disinfectant cream and taped a cotton ball to the crook of his elbow.

"You're all good to go, keep your weight off your bad leg a much as possible for the next couple weeks. And don't forget your still on bed-rest at least until Monday" she told h

Suddenly the doors burst open. It was Mr Stark with a wheelchair.

"I can walk up there on my own" Peter said.

"The torn ligament says otherwise" he responded.

Peter didn't bother arguing after that, not with both Cho and Mr Stark in the room. Besides, he had bigger things tk worry about. Like the fact that he was going to tell May he was Spiderman at dinner. It was currently 5, and May wasn't sue until 7. He tried to get out of it. But Mr Stark told him he didn't feel good going behind May's back like that. Especially since he was going to try to be more involved in Peter's life.

One they came up the elevator, he tried standing up.

"Uh uh uh kid. It might be under the limit here, but that doesn't mean you get to up and walk around" Mr Stark said placing a hand in his shoulder.

He was wheeled towards the living room and placed next the couch.

"You can get on the couch or you can stay in the wheelchair, up to you" he told him.

Peter decided hed rather chill on the couch. He quickly got off the chair and proceeded to practically fell into the couch. As much as he hated the chair, he was grateful that he was being forced into it. Not that he was going tell anyone that though.

He stretched out so that he was laying down. He found that it out less pressure on his thigh

He had Friday put on a few episodes of Last Man Standing while he waited.

Not too long later he heard the elevator ding. He didn't think too much about it. Until he heard May demanding where he was.

"May" he called out from where he was in the couch.

"Peter" she cried out running towards him.

"Are you ok" she said getting on the edge of the cushion by his legs.

"I'm fine, why" Peter asked

May's face took on one of absolute disbelief.

"Maybe because you got shot" she exclaimed incredulously.

Peter shot a look at Mr Stark who was watching from the kitchen.

He just gave him a look at like "what can you do".

"It just grazed me, really" he said emphatically.

"I'll be the judge of that one" May said.

Peter knew there was no way back from this. He carefully rolled up the sweat pants he had been given.

When he revealed the patchwork of bandages he heard May gasp.

"What happened" she asked.

"He got shot, the bullet managed to to miss the bone, but it tore a ligament and grazed the bone. Then he tried cleaning it but didn't do it properly, it got infected. We had to do a surgery to clean out the area and make sure there wasn't any bullet left in him" said Mr Stark walking into the living room.

"He WHAT" said May turning on him.

"Don't look at me, he did it all on his own" he said raising his hands by his  chest, palms outwards.