( 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. )
Yakuza. They had swords or something. Guns too. A little primitive, a little new age. [Matt tried to chuckle but ended up coughing. Eugh, his lungs hurt.] No! I can't go to a doctor. Try to explain how this happened to me. [Matt made a point to never raise his voice at Peter. The reason is simple: Peter is precious. Not because of his age or anything like that. Just Peter's demeanor. Peter was sweet, so Matt tried to be that right back to him. But instead his voice echoed off the high ceiling of his apartment.]
There should be a good first aid kit under the sink. Claire... she uh, she left it for me. Gloves and stitches, the whole thing. I'd ask you to call her but. [Pause for dramatic effect.] She wouldn't answer.
[He hears Peter's heartbeat, feels the heat rush to Peter's face.] I just need a few stitches and then I can meditate, it'll help me heal. [As if that were comforting.] Did you text me?
( Peter knows full well there's no explaining it, no making the questions go away and certainly no avoiding the attention it'd gather from all the wrong people. he knows because he's been in the same position, when he doesn't quite hide the worst of his injuries. that doesn't make him any happier about it, though. he's not sure he's ever heard Matt use that tone of voice before, and even if he'd like to protest more, he doesn't. Matt is right, as much as he hates it. )
Just putting it out there, probably would have been a good idea to keep in touch with the nurse. ( because he is not a nurse. his idea of first aid is ramshackle at best because let's be honest, he doesn't really have to worry that much. he could ignore it and wake up perfectly fine. now that it is someone he cares about that could very well suffer if he doesn't do a good job, he wishes he had any clue what he was doing.
once he's found the kit, he's back, kneeling on the floor between Matt's legs and rifling through the kit with an abundance of nervous energy. he does stop to pinch the bridge of his nose at the idea Matt can focus his body back into one piece, though. Peter is not a mystical creature, his head runs on scientific rules and equations. he knows Matt believes that, but for his part, he can't. which only means he has to make sure the guy doesn't bleed out in front of him, and gets those stitches he needs, which provides absolutely no pressure to the situation, thanks for asking. ) Of course I texted you. I am always texting you.
( feels a little pathetic, now. he should have known from the silence that something was up — Matt always answered, when he could. the painful nothingness was a glaring clue, and he should have been doing something about it sooner. ) If I'm giving you stitches, you have to talk me through it. ( he feels dumb to have to ask, but he'd rather seem foolish than do it wrong. )
[Matt had sat up from his laying position when he heard Peter rifling around under his sink. It took a lot of energy and he felt like his head was going to explode from pressure.] I can't be friends with the nurse anymore, we got too close. [Would that be enough to placate Peter? Claire said she couldn't fall in love with someone who was so close to becoming the thing he hates. And that broke Matt twice. But he didn't want to tell Peter the details of his former flames. Especially when Matt and Peter were attached to each other the way they were.]
You ever get hit in the head so many times it feels like ... ugh.
[Peter knelt on the floor in front of Matt and Matt reached out to put his hand on Peter's shoulder. Something to comfort him, because this pain was a mighty one. Listening to Peter's heart like a cat purring.] I can talk you through it. Put the gloves on. Do you know how to sew? Isn't that how you got your suit?
( placate? not exactly. instead he wonders how close is too close, and if he will find out sooner or later. Peter tries to remember the importance of not getting too attached, not letting anyone too close — but he sort of sucks at it, and he already knows if eventually Matt decides that he’s the next person in his life that needs to be kept safe from himself, it’s going to hurt like hell.
there’s no time to worry about that right now. he physically shakes his head, as if he can shake the fears out loose. the touch on his shoulder is actually surprisingly grounding, and he turns the shake into a weary nod. okay, he can do this. )
Oh, yeah. You remember Doc Oc? Rang my bell hard enough that I don’t think I could speak properly for two days. Only my aunt could understand the gibberish. ( for Peter to still be messed up after a day, it’d been quite the hit. Peter isn’t a nurse like Claire or Aunt May, but he knows enough to disinfect his hands before he grabs the gloves. it goes okay until he uses his teeth to pull on the second one. ) Crap, ( he mumbles, reaching for the second pair. sorry, Matt, his bedside manner needs work. )
[Matt twisted on the couch, leaving a warm spot on Peter's shoulder where his hand was. It reminded Matt of how Peter explained his spider sense to him. Matt could feel the warmth from his hand on Peter but the weird itching feeling that he had to keep focused on it, that it was there. Along with his head was pounding.] Tentacle guy, yeah. I'm glad you're okay and speaking clearly again. [Small smile! He sits so that Peter can reach his back and get the worst gash, the deep one that goes alongside his shoulder blade.]
It's okay, Pete, I got all night. Uh-- Thanks for not being mad at me. Usually when people find me half dead, I get a lecture. Unless that's coming?
Guess it depends on who you ask. ( when he was mid embarrassed stammer, Peter still hardly made any sense. luckily he has no time (and no reason, at least so far) to be embarrassed. he has to focus on what he’s doing, because while yes spider senses did help in a situation like this, he’s not really used to using them in any other way but defensively. it was probably something he could learn from Matt — his senses were so refined they were incredible, even for the guy who could pluck a fly from midair.
as for not being mad... ) I gotta be honest, not feeling delighted right about now. ( he gets the second glove on without his teeth (these gloves were seriously too small for his dumb gangly hands) and finds the peroxide. ) And since you don’t actually have all night, I’ll argue with you about how you should have told me you were taking a team of katana and gun wielding yakuza later.
( probably not yelling — it took a lot to get Peter heated enough to yell. but yeah, you’re probably in for a worried lecture at some point, Matt. on one hand, Peter gets it. on the other he really would have hated to crawl in the window and found Matt dead on his sofa. seriously he can probably handle only so many dead romantic interests... )
[Matt drops his head when Peter talks about just how delighted he isn't. He licks his teeth-- his mouth tastes coppery. His shoulders shrug and that causes him to hiss.] You don't have armor, Peter. If it can cut through my suit, it would have sliced you open. [No, he doesn't see it ironic when he's pretty much bleeding out from being sliced.]
Y-You, I know you've dodged bullets but these guys... these guys need someone to hit them a little harder than you do-- [FUCK MATT SHUT UP.]
( whatever happened to arguing about this later? well, as much as Peter would like to drop it — would probably be better to drop it, because Matt is in no state for the argument — there's just something so wild about the guy broken and bleeding in front of him protesting how it wouldn't be safe for him to be involved, when he knows full well what he's capable of. )
I don't have armor, but I also don't have to think about avoiding katanas and gunfire like you do. It just happens. ( and okay so maybe he relies on it happening a little too much and sometimes he walks away worse for the wear, but he still could handle the injury better than Matt — his suit would be the only thing with a hole in it after a day or two. there are plenty of reasons why he would have been pretty good backup, if Matt were willing to ask. Peter had been assuming Matt didn't want to see him hurt, but it turns out he also has critiques for being too softhanded. Peter is actually stunned silent for a moment, but unfortunately for Matt, not for long. ) So what, because I try not to leave people unconscious you just had to go fight doubly armed yakuza by yourself?
( yeah, congrats, he is annoyed now, Matt. he doesn't hit as hard as Matt does, that's a fact, but that's not because he can't. hell, he can hit much harder than Matt can, and if he did, he'd probably kill people. not something either of them want on their conscience, last time he checked. Peter doesn't hit that hard because he knows that, and Matt should know it too, instead of judging him for it. despite being a lot more angry now than he'd been not even thirty seconds ago, Peter can see that even arguing his case is painful for Matt. it isn't worth pushing him any further, not right now. ) Stop moving, you're making it worse. ( his voice sounds sharp, but there goes the thrill of his heartbeat again, giving away he's more terrified than angry. )
[It isn't until Peter responds that Matt realizes he sounds like Frank. Frank bragged that they don't get back up again when he hits the baddies. That paired with the reminder of Peter's spider sense, which was much more fine tuned than Matt's own senses-- well, it shut him up.
He hears Peter's heartbeat in his head (along with a tinny, dog whistle sort of sound). Matt tilts his head ever so slightly, trying to pick up more of Peter's body.] I'm sorry-- you're right. I-- You should know by now I don't ask for help that easy. I'm sorry-- next time. [Matt means it, but he's also saying it to hopefully get that heart rate down. He stills himself, grabbing onto the cushion of the couch to brace himself for the needle.
He's looking into his kitchen, away from Peter's sweet face (he doesn't know what it looks like, but if he looks as good as he tastes and feels...] I can't afford to piss you off, you're all I got left. [Matt says this with a small laugh in his voice, like 'ha ha I need you' but it probably comes off as 'ha ha you're the King of Suckers.']
( he's sort of feeling like the king of suckers, right about now, but hey. it isn't the first time Peter has gotten in too deep and been left to wander the emotional quagmire of caring about someone despite the danger. it's just sort of new that the danger after Matt is often of his own making, instead of the crazy people who hate Spider-Man enough to aim next to him if they have to.
he can't exactly call Matt out for not asking for help, because after all, when was the last time Peter gave that a shot? he tends to run solo, and he does that on purpose, even with Avengers on one side of town and Defenders on another. he keeps to himself, and that's how he likes it. the last time he dragged someone into the fight with him, she ended up on the wrong end of his own web. it is just easier to go alone and take a hit here or there because if he's taking it, nobody else can.
but maybe it is time to make an exception, if it means Matt will spend less nights like this one. ) I am not, ( Peter mutters, but perhaps he is the only one who knows Matt is back to old habits. so at least for tonight, it probably is a good idea to not annoy him, Matt!! though even annoyed, Peter can't manage to take satisfaction in causing Matt pain, so when he has the peroxide ready he warns, ) This is going to suck.
( he already feels guilty about it, but if he doesn't start moving the blood is only going to get worse, not better. so he pulls back the bloodsoaked gauze already present (at least Matt got that far) to disinfect the wound, he's moved closer to give Matt something to lean on if he wants it. maybe his bedside manner isn't so bad, after all. )
You've got pretty much all of me... [His unfocused eyes don't move, still just tiny mirrors in his skull facing in a random direction. He doesn't mean to sound romantic, but sometimes when you're super dramatic, everything you say sounds like life or death. No, no one else knows what he's up to, he's been able to stay out of the news. Matt hasn't gotten badly hurt since he's gone out, so no explaining that there. He felt that Peter was the only one left because he was understood by the other man. You always think the one you love understands you the best, and they never do.]
( it is oddly romantic, considering who is saying it, but Peter doesn't assume that is what Matt means. he sort of just figures Matt means he'll do what Peter asks to make sure they can scrape him off this sofa sometime in the next few hours. plus the blood loss has to be making him a little loopy. if he wanted to dig into it to really think about it (he definitely doesn't), they're both on that same page, the only other person in the world that understands well enough to be leaned on. if only they could actually let themselves.
Peter's senses sizzle uncomfortably at the wince before Matt even makes the sound, and despite the fact he doesn't pull back, he definitely feels terrible about it. ) Sorry, sorry, sorry. ( he reaches for Matt's hand and uses it to take the place of his own on the gauze. apparently he has a needle to thread, he needs both hands for that. ) Hold that. On a scale of one to ten, how much am I going to hate this stitches thing?
( Peter is gently estimating about a... 26? maybe 28, if Matt is going to make more sounds like that. )
[Matt starts breathing in a odd rhythm, trying to imitate what Stick taught him so many years ago, what he did every time he was half dead. Maybe to Peter, it would sound like a television character going through childbirth. What a weirdo. He holds the gauze, and tries to assure Peter.] Well, it'll be an experience to remember. Is this an okay place? You comfortable? It's going to take a bit.
[What he said to Peter echos around in his head. And yeah, the blood loss does have him loopy, because he repeats himself.] You know that, right? You have me.
( it does sound a little weird, he'll give him that. but when it comes to pain, everyone needs a coping mechanism. if that helped him, Peter wouldn't mention it. for his part, even if it probably won't help Peter occasionally uses a bag of frozen peas to ice whatever hurts worse, as if it would magically make it better. sometimes it feels like it does. sure it's not a half defrosted steak from a broken deep freezer, but it feels like something Uncle Ben would have had him do anyway, so he does it.
Peter can't help it, he huffs a laugh at the question. ) Matt I have to sew you back together. No, I'm not comfortable, but probably still doing better than you. ( his position is awkward, yes, but this is just how he is these days. he can contort without thinking about it and his body doesn't protest odd twists of his limbs. something that they usually have more fun taking advantage of it, but at least he doesn't have to worry about his legs falling asleep.
the needle is ready, though, which means he can only delay so much longer. Matt is distracting him, really, but when isn't he? ) Huh? Yeah, yeah, I heard you. ( hearing isn't quite the same as understanding, though. with Matt so close it is easy to angle a quick kiss against his jaw, and Peter doesn't care in the slightest the guy is sweating, bloody, and probably feverish from his injuries. he seems like he needs the comfort, and besides, maybe Peter needs the little comfort too. ) Tell me how to do this before you pass out, huh?
( truth be told the stitches might be easier on both of them if he did, though after they were over Peter would probably die of the stress waiting for him to wake up again. )
[Matt could feel Peter coming in close but he still flinched a little-- out of confusion. Why was he being kissed? He noticed it did seem to even out Peter's heartbeat, so let it roll. He exhaled a little laugh.] Thanks.
[As for the stitches, Matt tried to figure out a way to explain it to him. He did it for his dad as a kid and remembered it being pretty scary the first time. Oh right, that's why Jack let Matt have some bourbon.] Do you want a drink to calm down? That's what my dad-- anyway, okay, you're going to make a stitch, then tie it off, and make another. Go in at a 90 degree angle. Just above the fat. You know how to tie off thread? [He was going to make this up to Peter somehow. They'd go to Coney Island or some shit and Matt would win Peter a giant Spider-Man plushie. Yeah, that sounds nice. Oh boy, Matt was starting to feel dizzy.]
( yes, it is true the kiss was probably for Peter's benefit more than Matt's. shh. it is harder to let his brain run away with how the guy is definitely on death's door when he gets close enough to remind himself Matt is still talking, thinking, moving. it isn't as bad as it looks and it feels, at least, it won't be if he gets him fixed up soon enough.
Peter sits silently listening to instruction, and maybe even going through the motions in the air as Matt explains it. hopefully he's too blood deprived to pay attention, because it is admittedly dumb, but Peter wants to have a little practice before he's stabbing a guy with a horrific looking needle. making his own suits is never going to be the same after this. )
Yeah, ( and that is not a very clear answer, considering it is impossible to say if he's talking about the drink or tying off. ) Okay. I can do this. ( he feels sick, but, if he's going to throw up he'll do it later. why is it so much worse when it was someone else? he pulls back the gauze (less bloody than the first, that's good), gives himself one last internal peptalk, and leans forward to focus on his first stitch.
Matt doesn't mention if he feels the fact the first prick is pulled back out immediately, or if the first stitch might be too wide. Peter isn't willing to pull it out for another go, he'll just do another if he has to. ) Oh god, ( he says, mostly to himself, but he ties off the first with slightly shaky hands. )
[Matt started to breathe slowly when he feels the needle pierce his skin and then-- ugh. Matt's guilt was pretty awful by now, with Peter sounding so distressed and his adrenaline spiking. He didn't want to have Peter do this. He felt like he didn't deserve this friendship (or whatevership they had).] S-sorry, I know it's gross but you can do it. Don't think of it as flesh.
[He turned his head so that Peter could see his face from his position behind him. He wanted to shh shh and it's ok Peter so much. Matt reached back to grab the hand that wasn't holding the needle.]
Not sure that will help. ( he doesn't want this to seem less serious than it is. really, he isn't sure he believes that he can make him see this as anything besides what it is. maybe he should have agreed to that drink, but Peter would rather suffer this sober and do it right. he'd probably drink prodigiously after, did that count?
the first one has to be the worst one, he tells himself. ) I'm okay. ( again, a little quieter this time. mostly to himself. ) I'm okay. ( he can do this, Matt needs him to do this, and he will.
he manages his second stitch easier than the first, hands a little steadier. ) Talk to me about something. ( something to take his mind off what his hands are in the middle of. it might be a big ask, considering how any other man probably would have passed clean out by now. since he is still lucid, Matt should be able to talk. he's good at talking. )
[Matt feels the needle moving, and does appreciate Peter's hands not shaking. He decides to spew some science shit at him. Peter likes science shit.] I can feel the needle but it doesn't hurt. My head hurts, but all this? I numb myself to the pain. Stick said that my sense of touch makes it where I can manipulate my muscles and organs. I don't know if that's true, but I know when I'm really fighting hard, I can't feel anything. [Except righteous fury. Peter might have noticed a time or two during a team up with Matt that he smiled. When beating the shit out of people. He smiled more when he was fighting then he did in his every day life. Matt considers this, and is pretty sure Peter should run away.]
My dad was like that too-- not the manipulating of muscles. He just could take a hit. He was like a brick wall. He got knocked down a lot, but he'd get back up. Found out it was because he had to go down during a certain round. [Displeased face! Thin, white lips.]
( Matt does have his interests down, doesn't he? in fact it is a little shameful how easily his head rolls into scientific inquiry, and sorting through the knowledge he has on fight-or-flight instincts, the body's natural defenses against pain. he's done a little research on it, because of course he has. he's had a lot of need to know about natural defenses and reflexes these days. )
You do it on purpose? I get numb, but only after a few hits. It's like... it's like I can't let myself feel them, because then they'll slow me down. ( Peter doesn't feel as articulate as Matt is, so he doesn't put his point across quite as clearly. still, of all people, Matt should get what he's trying to say. it might be helpful if he could numb himself before the first hit even happens, instead of taking enough that they didn't register the same. maybe he'll ask about how Matt does it... when he's not bleeding to death.
he's making better time on the stitches now, something about Matt's voice makes it easy to concentrate. considering the state he's in, it's even and calm. comforting. well, until he mentions his dad, that is. Peter glances at his face, noting the line of his mouth and the look in eyes that couldn't see anything. ) He was a boxer, right? Why would he throw a fight?
[Matt had a time with Stick. A man who somehow knew about Matt's powers and helped him quiet the loud sounds that kept him up at night. Stick also made Matt feel like he had a friend, up until he left unceremoniously. It still smarts.] Hm? Yeah, I concentrate. But I get what you're saying. It's natural for you.
[He can feel the wound closing up, being held together by nothing more than a little thread. Matt knows he'll have to have someone cut these little guys out once he's healed. Maybe that's something Peter could do for him.] My dad threw fights for money to support us. Pay my medical bills. One night he wanted to do good by me and knocked the other guy out. They shot him. N-not the other guy, the organizer. [Peter will be able to tell that Matt wants to talk about his dad for days. He even bites his lip to keep it in. Maybe it's grounding for Peter while doing such a gross task, but Matt thinks he might cry if he keeps talking.]
( Peter wouldn't call it natural so much as his brain could only keep up with the first couple injuries, and then for the sake of survival blanked out the rest. though, maybe that is natural, in a manner of speaking. he's not going to try and puzzle out a better explanation right now, he's trying to focus on what he's doing.
focus, and listen. for a second there, it seemed like it was helping both of them, and then somewhere it turned and even if Matt is trying to hide it, it is obvious he's becoming more and more emotional by the second. and who can blame him? Peter did not expect the idle chatter to turn into what it had, and feels a little bad for asking for something that led to this. it was probably a stream of consciousness that had to do with the injuries rather than a genuine desire to reveal something so emotional. )
It's okay. I think I'm almost done. ( aka, you don't have to keep talking anymore if you don't want to. by his estimate he's only two or three stitches from done. he doesn't want to not say anything about such a heartbreaking confession, though. ) I'm sorry. About your dad. It sounds like he was a good guy. ( he doesn't need or expect an answer to it, but Peter feels he has to say it. he really gets it, probably more than Matt knows, but dredging up any of the dead father figures in his life is not something he's prepared to do. )
[Matt doesn't give an answer. There's really not more to say. Matt feels a little woozy and closes his eyes. Instead of relaxing, his body tenses up and he'd really like to turn and grab Peter. It would bust his stitches but it'd be worth it. He wants to live in a world where he wasn't injured and Peter would maybe be seen in public with him.]
Shit, I'm sorry. I'm ... I'm really tired. [A pause as he waits for a stitch to finish.] Can you stay here tonight?
( there probably isn't an answer. how many times has Peter heard the same? I'm sorry about your parents. your uncle was a good man. it was just one of those things people said, and while they had the best of intentions it didn't ease the leeching pain of losing someone. once again Peter feels like his words have failed him, because there's so much more he should have said if he knew how to say it. truthfully, if he was brave enough to say it. he can't seem to claw the words out of his chest, even though maybe Matt might like to know he's not the only one to lose someone too soon. he hates that they have it in common.
the stitches are uneven and there might be an excessive amount of them, but Peter thinks the wound is as closed as it's going to get. he cuts off the thread and fishes wearily through the kit to find a bandage to cover it with, touch still careful of the likely bruised ribs as he puts it on. )
Don't be sorry. ( while his thoughts might be reeling spectacularly, Peter is certain Matt has nothing to apologize for. well, except maybe the hitting too soft thing, but he's over that for the present. he can tell Matt is fading on him, which is a mix of reassuring (he should absolutely rest, he needs to desperately) and terrifying (what if he doesn't wake up?). one thing is for sure, though, it is easy to make the promise, ) I'm not going anywhere.
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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. )
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Date: 2019-07-12 10:50 am (UTC)There should be a good first aid kit under the sink. Claire... she uh, she left it for me. Gloves and stitches, the whole thing. I'd ask you to call her but. [Pause for dramatic effect.] She wouldn't answer.
[He hears Peter's heartbeat, feels the heat rush to Peter's face.] I just need a few stitches and then I can meditate, it'll help me heal. [As if that were comforting.] Did you text me?
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Date: 2019-07-13 05:38 am (UTC)Just putting it out there, probably would have been a good idea to keep in touch with the nurse. ( because he is not a nurse. his idea of first aid is ramshackle at best because let's be honest, he doesn't really have to worry that much. he could ignore it and wake up perfectly fine. now that it is someone he cares about that could very well suffer if he doesn't do a good job, he wishes he had any clue what he was doing.
once he's found the kit, he's back, kneeling on the floor between Matt's legs and rifling through the kit with an abundance of nervous energy. he does stop to pinch the bridge of his nose at the idea Matt can focus his body back into one piece, though. Peter is not a mystical creature, his head runs on scientific rules and equations. he knows Matt believes that, but for his part, he can't. which only means he has to make sure the guy doesn't bleed out in front of him, and gets those stitches he needs, which provides absolutely no pressure to the situation, thanks for asking. ) Of course I texted you. I am always texting you.
( feels a little pathetic, now. he should have known from the silence that something was up — Matt always answered, when he could. the painful nothingness was a glaring clue, and he should have been doing something about it sooner. ) If I'm giving you stitches, you have to talk me through it. ( he feels dumb to have to ask, but he'd rather seem foolish than do it wrong. )
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Date: 2019-07-13 03:03 pm (UTC)You ever get hit in the head so many times it feels like ... ugh.
[Peter knelt on the floor in front of Matt and Matt reached out to put his hand on Peter's shoulder. Something to comfort him, because this pain was a mighty one. Listening to Peter's heart like a cat purring.] I can talk you through it. Put the gloves on. Do you know how to sew? Isn't that how you got your suit?
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Date: 2019-07-13 09:14 pm (UTC)there’s no time to worry about that right now. he physically shakes his head, as if he can shake the fears out loose. the touch on his shoulder is actually surprisingly grounding, and he turns the shake into a weary nod. okay, he can do this. )
Oh, yeah. You remember Doc Oc? Rang my bell hard enough that I don’t think I could speak properly for two days. Only my aunt could understand the gibberish. ( for Peter to still be messed up after a day, it’d been quite the hit. Peter isn’t a nurse like Claire or Aunt May, but he knows enough to disinfect his hands before he grabs the gloves. it goes okay until he uses his teeth to pull on the second one. ) Crap, ( he mumbles, reaching for the second pair. sorry, Matt, his bedside manner needs work. )
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Date: 2019-07-14 12:33 am (UTC)It's okay, Pete, I got all night. Uh-- Thanks for not being mad at me. Usually when people find me half dead, I get a lecture. Unless that's coming?
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Date: 2019-07-14 01:32 am (UTC)as for not being mad... ) I gotta be honest, not feeling delighted right about now. ( he gets the second glove on without his teeth (these gloves were seriously too small for his dumb gangly hands) and finds the peroxide. ) And since you don’t actually have all night, I’ll argue with you about how you should have told me you were taking a team of katana and gun wielding yakuza later.
( probably not yelling — it took a lot to get Peter heated enough to yell. but yeah, you’re probably in for a worried lecture at some point, Matt. on one hand, Peter gets it. on the other he really would have hated to crawl in the window and found Matt dead on his sofa. seriously he can probably handle only so many dead romantic interests... )
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Date: 2019-07-14 02:23 am (UTC)Y-You, I know you've dodged bullets but these guys... these guys need someone to hit them a little harder than you do-- [FUCK MATT SHUT UP.]
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Date: 2019-07-14 07:15 am (UTC)I don't have armor, but I also don't have to think about avoiding katanas and gunfire like you do. It just happens. ( and okay so maybe he relies on it happening a little too much and sometimes he walks away worse for the wear, but he still could handle the injury better than Matt — his suit would be the only thing with a hole in it after a day or two. there are plenty of reasons why he would have been pretty good backup, if Matt were willing to ask. Peter had been assuming Matt didn't want to see him hurt, but it turns out he also has critiques for being too softhanded. Peter is actually stunned silent for a moment, but unfortunately for Matt, not for long. ) So what, because I try not to leave people unconscious you just had to go fight doubly armed yakuza by yourself?
( yeah, congrats, he is annoyed now, Matt. he doesn't hit as hard as Matt does, that's a fact, but that's not because he can't. hell, he can hit much harder than Matt can, and if he did, he'd probably kill people. not something either of them want on their conscience, last time he checked. Peter doesn't hit that hard because he knows that, and Matt should know it too, instead of judging him for it. despite being a lot more angry now than he'd been not even thirty seconds ago, Peter can see that even arguing his case is painful for Matt. it isn't worth pushing him any further, not right now. ) Stop moving, you're making it worse. ( his voice sounds sharp, but there goes the thrill of his heartbeat again, giving away he's more terrified than angry. )
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Date: 2019-07-14 09:14 am (UTC)He hears Peter's heartbeat in his head (along with a tinny, dog whistle sort of sound). Matt tilts his head ever so slightly, trying to pick up more of Peter's body.] I'm sorry-- you're right. I-- You should know by now I don't ask for help that easy. I'm sorry-- next time. [Matt means it, but he's also saying it to hopefully get that heart rate down. He stills himself, grabbing onto the cushion of the couch to brace himself for the needle.
He's looking into his kitchen, away from Peter's sweet face (he doesn't know what it looks like, but if he looks as good as he tastes and feels...] I can't afford to piss you off, you're all I got left. [Matt says this with a small laugh in his voice, like 'ha ha I need you' but it probably comes off as 'ha ha you're the King of Suckers.']
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Date: 2019-07-14 04:49 pm (UTC)he can't exactly call Matt out for not asking for help, because after all, when was the last time Peter gave that a shot? he tends to run solo, and he does that on purpose, even with Avengers on one side of town and Defenders on another. he keeps to himself, and that's how he likes it. the last time he dragged someone into the fight with him, she ended up on the wrong end of his own web. it is just easier to go alone and take a hit here or there because if he's taking it, nobody else can.
but maybe it is time to make an exception, if it means Matt will spend less nights like this one. ) I am not, ( Peter mutters, but perhaps he is the only one who knows Matt is back to old habits. so at least for tonight, it probably is a good idea to not annoy him, Matt!! though even annoyed, Peter can't manage to take satisfaction in causing Matt pain, so when he has the peroxide ready he warns, ) This is going to suck.
( he already feels guilty about it, but if he doesn't start moving the blood is only going to get worse, not better. so he pulls back the bloodsoaked gauze already present (at least Matt got that far) to disinfect the wound, he's moved closer to give Matt something to lean on if he wants it. maybe his bedside manner isn't so bad, after all. )
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Date: 2019-07-14 05:25 pm (UTC)Do it-- ah! [Matt clenches his teeth and grunts.]
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Date: 2019-07-14 10:27 pm (UTC)Peter's senses sizzle uncomfortably at the wince before Matt even makes the sound, and despite the fact he doesn't pull back, he definitely feels terrible about it. ) Sorry, sorry, sorry. ( he reaches for Matt's hand and uses it to take the place of his own on the gauze. apparently he has a needle to thread, he needs both hands for that. ) Hold that. On a scale of one to ten, how much am I going to hate this stitches thing?
( Peter is gently estimating about a... 26? maybe 28, if Matt is going to make more sounds like that. )
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Date: 2019-07-15 02:45 am (UTC)[What he said to Peter echos around in his head. And yeah, the blood loss does have him loopy, because he repeats himself.] You know that, right? You have me.
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Date: 2019-07-15 03:43 pm (UTC)Peter can't help it, he huffs a laugh at the question. ) Matt I have to sew you back together. No, I'm not comfortable, but probably still doing better than you. ( his position is awkward, yes, but this is just how he is these days. he can contort without thinking about it and his body doesn't protest odd twists of his limbs. something that they usually have more fun taking advantage of it, but at least he doesn't have to worry about his legs falling asleep.
the needle is ready, though, which means he can only delay so much longer. Matt is distracting him, really, but when isn't he? ) Huh? Yeah, yeah, I heard you. ( hearing isn't quite the same as understanding, though. with Matt so close it is easy to angle a quick kiss against his jaw, and Peter doesn't care in the slightest the guy is sweating, bloody, and probably feverish from his injuries. he seems like he needs the comfort, and besides, maybe Peter needs the little comfort too. ) Tell me how to do this before you pass out, huh?
( truth be told the stitches might be easier on both of them if he did, though after they were over Peter would probably die of the stress waiting for him to wake up again. )
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Date: 2019-07-15 05:18 pm (UTC)[As for the stitches, Matt tried to figure out a way to explain it to him. He did it for his dad as a kid and remembered it being pretty scary the first time. Oh right, that's why Jack let Matt have some bourbon.] Do you want a drink to calm down? That's what my dad-- anyway, okay, you're going to make a stitch, then tie it off, and make another. Go in at a 90 degree angle. Just above the fat. You know how to tie off thread? [He was going to make this up to Peter somehow. They'd go to Coney Island or some shit and Matt would win Peter a giant Spider-Man plushie. Yeah, that sounds nice. Oh boy, Matt was starting to feel dizzy.]
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Date: 2019-07-15 11:46 pm (UTC)Peter sits silently listening to instruction, and maybe even going through the motions in the air as Matt explains it. hopefully he's too blood deprived to pay attention, because it is admittedly dumb, but Peter wants to have a little practice before he's stabbing a guy with a horrific looking needle. making his own suits is never going to be the same after this. )
Yeah, ( and that is not a very clear answer, considering it is impossible to say if he's talking about the drink or tying off. ) Okay. I can do this. ( he feels sick, but, if he's going to throw up he'll do it later. why is it so much worse when it was someone else? he pulls back the gauze (less bloody than the first, that's good), gives himself one last internal peptalk, and leans forward to focus on his first stitch.
Matt doesn't mention if he feels the fact the first prick is pulled back out immediately, or if the first stitch might be too wide. Peter isn't willing to pull it out for another go, he'll just do another if he has to. ) Oh god, ( he says, mostly to himself, but he ties off the first with slightly shaky hands. )
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Date: 2019-07-16 12:13 am (UTC)[He turned his head so that Peter could see his face from his position behind him. He wanted to shh shh and it's ok Peter so much. Matt reached back to grab the hand that wasn't holding the needle.]
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Date: 2019-07-16 01:40 am (UTC)the first one has to be the worst one, he tells himself. ) I'm okay. ( again, a little quieter this time. mostly to himself. ) I'm okay. ( he can do this, Matt needs him to do this, and he will.
he manages his second stitch easier than the first, hands a little steadier. ) Talk to me about something. ( something to take his mind off what his hands are in the middle of. it might be a big ask, considering how any other man probably would have passed clean out by now. since he is still lucid, Matt should be able to talk. he's good at talking. )
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Date: 2019-07-16 02:18 am (UTC)My dad was like that too-- not the manipulating of muscles. He just could take a hit. He was like a brick wall. He got knocked down a lot, but he'd get back up. Found out it was because he had to go down during a certain round. [Displeased face! Thin, white lips.]
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Date: 2019-07-16 03:17 am (UTC)You do it on purpose? I get numb, but only after a few hits. It's like... it's like I can't let myself feel them, because then they'll slow me down. ( Peter doesn't feel as articulate as Matt is, so he doesn't put his point across quite as clearly. still, of all people, Matt should get what he's trying to say. it might be helpful if he could numb himself before the first hit even happens, instead of taking enough that they didn't register the same. maybe he'll ask about how Matt does it... when he's not bleeding to death.
he's making better time on the stitches now, something about Matt's voice makes it easy to concentrate. considering the state he's in, it's even and calm. comforting. well, until he mentions his dad, that is. Peter glances at his face, noting the line of his mouth and the look in eyes that couldn't see anything. ) He was a boxer, right? Why would he throw a fight?
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Date: 2019-07-16 11:45 am (UTC)[He can feel the wound closing up, being held together by nothing more than a little thread. Matt knows he'll have to have someone cut these little guys out once he's healed. Maybe that's something Peter could do for him.] My dad threw fights for money to support us. Pay my medical bills. One night he wanted to do good by me and knocked the other guy out. They shot him. N-not the other guy, the organizer. [Peter will be able to tell that Matt wants to talk about his dad for days. He even bites his lip to keep it in. Maybe it's grounding for Peter while doing such a gross task, but Matt thinks he might cry if he keeps talking.]
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Date: 2019-07-17 01:21 am (UTC)focus, and listen. for a second there, it seemed like it was helping both of them, and then somewhere it turned and even if Matt is trying to hide it, it is obvious he's becoming more and more emotional by the second. and who can blame him? Peter did not expect the idle chatter to turn into what it had, and feels a little bad for asking for something that led to this. it was probably a stream of consciousness that had to do with the injuries rather than a genuine desire to reveal something so emotional. )
It's okay. I think I'm almost done. ( aka, you don't have to keep talking anymore if you don't want to. by his estimate he's only two or three stitches from done. he doesn't want to not say anything about such a heartbreaking confession, though. ) I'm sorry. About your dad. It sounds like he was a good guy. ( he doesn't need or expect an answer to it, but Peter feels he has to say it. he really gets it, probably more than Matt knows, but dredging up any of the dead father figures in his life is not something he's prepared to do. )
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Date: 2019-07-17 01:41 am (UTC)Shit, I'm sorry. I'm ... I'm really tired. [A pause as he waits for a stitch to finish.] Can you stay here tonight?
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Date: 2019-07-17 01:52 am (UTC)the stitches are uneven and there might be an excessive amount of them, but Peter thinks the wound is as closed as it's going to get. he cuts off the thread and fishes wearily through the kit to find a bandage to cover it with, touch still careful of the likely bruised ribs as he puts it on. )
Don't be sorry. ( while his thoughts might be reeling spectacularly, Peter is certain Matt has nothing to apologize for. well, except maybe the hitting too soft thing, but he's over that for the present. he can tell Matt is fading on him, which is a mix of reassuring (he should absolutely rest, he needs to desperately) and terrifying (what if he doesn't wake up?). one thing is for sure, though, it is easy to make the promise, ) I'm not going anywhere.
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