Bucky examined Peter in place of Bruce, who was on an outing and forgot his phone in the lab. Bucky cut Peter's suit off carefully and put a cool compress on the teen's forehand. He pulled out seven bullets from multiple wounds on Peter's skinny figure before cleaning the wounds out gently. Tony paced the hall outside the room, loosing his shit with Sam walking with him, his dark hand on Tony's shoulder. I checked my phone. I had wanted to give blood for Peter, but that gives him some serum and all of us want him to stay a small, innocent bean. Natasha was in the vent above me, crying softly.

An hour later, Bucky stitched up all of the gaping bullet wounds on Peter and had attached him to a blood bag that Tony had provided. Bucky finished his work, wrapping a shit ton of gauze around Peter's torso. Then he washed his hands and sat next to me.

"What's the status, Bucks?" I asked softly as he sagged against me. He rubbed his eyes and yawned before sighing.

"He'll live. He just won't be awake for a while. He's in a coma induced by the trauma of the wounds." Bucky sighed again. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed the top of his head.

"You did good, Bucky. I didn't even know you could do that. You are so amazing." I praise him. He smiles at me and hugs back. Tony burst into the room as if sensing that Bucky wasn't working on Peter anymore. His face was red and puffy from crying and his nose was clogged, judging by how red his nose was and how hard he sniffed.

"How is he?!" Tony just about shouted.

"Sleeping, but stable in a comatose, moron. He CAN hear you, you know? And, no, before you even ask, kissing him will not wake him up." Bucky shouted back.

"Aw, no Sleeping Beauty?" I imitated Tony, pulling off Tony's version of the pout.

"Nope." Bucky said, popping his p loudly.

I laughed loudly. Bucky smirked up at me. Tony lightened up a little as he sat down on Peter's hospital bed.