A/N: *sigh* I don't own Marvel. Please don't sue me.

Warnings: injuries and extremely immature first-aid techniques

Peter's POV (I never do first person, so I hope this is okay.)

Okay. So, maybe I got shot a couple more times than optimal, but to honest it barely hurt. And anyways, if I hadn't been shot, it would have been someone else standing behind me.

"I suggest you call Mr. Stark." Karen's calm voice filtered through the speakers in his mask. The AI was as close to worried as an AI could be, and had been requesting Peter to call Mr. Stark for the last five minutes.

"I'm fine, Karen." Peter managed to grunt while sticking his fingers in an open wound to dig for a bullet.

Dang it. I just realized I automatically went back to third person. That was quick. *sigh* Welp. Guess that's how it's gonna be.

Peter hissed as he pulled the last bullet out, then sloppily wrapped the wound with his webs.

"Peter." Mr. Stark's voice came from seemingly nowhere.

Peter screamed and jumped several feet, landing on a different roof. "Oof."

"Really, kid? 'Oof?' How many times do I have to tell you- okay. Not the point. Why did Karen notify me that you were shot?" Tony pinched the bridge of his nose. Or at least, Peter assumed he did in the other side of what he now realized was a phone call.

"I don't know. Must be broken." Peter tried to school his voice into a normal tone, but giggled a few times at his earlier reaction.

"Yeah. I don't believe you. Get back to the tower, kid."

"I..."

"Mr. Stark, this is Karen. Peter has passed out from blood loss combined with lack of oxygen from attempting not to laugh."

"Seriously, kid?" Tony muttered as he hung up the phone and went to save his kid.

Hehehe. I don't know what that was. I think I lost motivation after I failed first person. 😂Things are still coming up, which I'm sure you all are tired of hearing, but I swear I'm not lying. I just posted this because it was just sitting in my drafts and I figured someone might want to read it.

Bye!