( yeah, maybe he should have. Peter probably could have made time to stop some yakuza, even if that isn't necessarily his usual beat. and it certainly would have gone easier, with two of them instead of one. they don't team up that often, and part of that is because Peter can't stop finding it terrifying to have someone he cares about on the front lines — oh, of course he knows Matt is punching a bloody swath through crime in Hell's Kitchen, but it is easier not seeing it, and knowing how close it can sometimes be, even for someone with senses sharper than his are. the other part, well, that probably has to do with how Matt Murdock sucks at admitting he needs help.
case in point, the fact he was sitting here bleeding out in his boxers without so much as a word. Peter shakes his head, not knowing what to do with a sorry. is this what his aunt has felt like, watching him stumble home with injuries? no, Aunt May probably feels worse because she doesn't know how he's getting them, that he walked into them knowing the danger and that it was worth the risk. turns out knowing isn't that much easier. )
Who did this to you? ( he hasn't fought for revenge in a long time, but that doesn't mean Peter won't go out of his way to make sure those who hurt people he cares about are held accountable. he can definitely make some time for that. as for the no doctors thing, well, he should have seen that one coming, but somehow Peter can't help but be incredulous. )
You need a doctor! You could bleed out here, on your stupid sofa! ( he's generally not one to insult furniture, but this situation is proving a little stressful. Peter stands up, abruptly, and paces a few tight steps. his aunt is nearly done with nursing school — maybe he could... no, no he can't. he really can't explain to her why he knows this implausibly beat up lawyer. that's not a story he wants to get into right now. )
I'm going to get a first aid kit. Stay there. ( honestly, Peter, where is the guy going to go? it's safe to say Peter is panicking a little, even as he moves to the kitchen. Gwen Stacy is supposed to be tucked neatly away in the box of his mind, and yet his thoughts keep drifting toward what happens when Matt doesn't manage to stumble back to his apartment after getting beat to shit. thankfully, Matt can't hear his panicked thoughts, just his racing heartbeat — and the way he tears apart the kitchen trying to find the first aid kit. )
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Date: 2019-07-12 05:33 am (UTC)case in point, the fact he was sitting here bleeding out in his boxers without so much as a word. Peter shakes his head, not knowing what to do with a sorry. is this what his aunt has felt like, watching him stumble home with injuries? no, Aunt May probably feels worse because she doesn't know how he's getting them, that he walked into them knowing the danger and that it was worth the risk. turns out knowing isn't that much easier. )
Who did this to you? ( he hasn't fought for revenge in a long time, but that doesn't mean Peter won't go out of his way to make sure those who hurt people he cares about are held accountable. he can definitely make some time for that. as for the no doctors thing, well, he should have seen that one coming, but somehow Peter can't help but be incredulous. )
You need a doctor! You could bleed out here, on your stupid sofa! ( he's generally not one to insult furniture, but this situation is proving a little stressful. Peter stands up, abruptly, and paces a few tight steps. his aunt is nearly done with nursing school — maybe he could... no, no he can't. he really can't explain to her why he knows this implausibly beat up lawyer. that's not a story he wants to get into right now. )
I'm going to get a first aid kit. Stay there. ( honestly, Peter, where is the guy going to go? it's safe to say Peter is panicking a little, even as he moves to the kitchen. Gwen Stacy is supposed to be tucked neatly away in the box of his mind, and yet his thoughts keep drifting toward what happens when Matt doesn't manage to stumble back to his apartment after getting beat to shit. thankfully, Matt can't hear his panicked thoughts, just his racing heartbeat — and the way he tears apart the kitchen trying to find the first aid kit. )