That tiny loophole

the bullet

peters p.o.v

my first thought was as expected and as any normal human being who was in that position would be 'oh shit' because right behind me mr.stark is on the ground bleeding with a bullet hole in his belly i let out a small whimper of shock and looked left and right gReAT no-one's here again okay okay uh...i looked towards where the bullet came from shit seriously there still there? *huff* 

i looked at his body then at the warehouse okay noway i can drag him all the way over there without bleeding out...if i could swing him..i sighed and looked back at him great here comes another story for the daily bugle 

(time skip name favorite Wattpad book) 

i landed on a stop mr.stark still bleeding on my arms but not too close from the warehouse and not too far, i laid him down to look at the injury then glared at him 

"if we ever meet again mr.star im going to kill you out of all the days i use to tell you to take a walk you specifically y pick this one? *huff* " i grabbed him bridal style and took the short route but that did not help with the stares and too be frank it wouldn't this is so weird this is so weird im caring mr.stark like im caring a kid or when a person gets married okay just try not to think about it too much then it would be less weird i shifted his weight just a bit making his head fall great now he looks like he's a dead man *sigh* okay just just a couple more minutes till we reach the-

"*groan*" i looked down at him with wide eyes before ei punched right on the face making him go slack 

"ow my god....owmygodowmygodowmygodowmygodowmygod" i squeaked " i just punched mr.stark holy shit" he's so going to kill me once he wakes up *gulp* okay okay uh uh i looked towards the warehouse and smiled okay i can do this thank god he's not wearing wings i shuddered at the thought cant do that again i opened the door to the apartment with my foot and climbed onto the stairs then opened the door and looked around couch...okay it would be disrespectful for mr.stark...i mean even if he where to break the couch...right? i sucked in a breath and walked towards it

"i swear to god mr.strak if you gained some calories i will literally send you to Afghanistan my self" i looked at the wound okay uh...okay to fix this ned! ned has medical issues under his bed that's good i grabbed the phone out of my pocket only to see there was no charge shit okay uh i can i can do this kitchen! okay uh i walked towards the kitchen and found a paper-clips and a nail Shaver and some cotton pads with alcohol

"ha ha okay so i got some paper clips..." i scratch the back of my neck as i walked towards him

"..."

"that might take the bullet out"

"..."

"phew..okay peter you can do this uh...medical threads! you need medical threads! that's important! okay uh.." i looked to the bathroom where the Wilson guy was sitting and grabbed the threads 

"you know i should start i business for fixing you guys up you know?" i sharpened the paper clip with the nail Shaver and slowly dug it in where the bullet got in trying not to gag

"ha ha if i screw this up i am so sued" 

"..." i used the other paper clip to get the bullet out and it actually worked holy shit! holy crap! it worked i got the bulled out! i punched my hand on the air only to land on mr.starks fluttering eyes that where about to wake up...again

"shit! sorry sorry right the bullet wound that is important" i grabbed the nail shaver to wipe the blood around the area science i had 0 tissues 

"and anyways...cant sue a dead person am i right"

"..."

"*chuckle* you know mr.stark if you remember me doing this to you im grounded for life i can imagine you locking me up in a cell your so dramatic sometimes...*sigh* why did you have to take that bullet??" i pulled on the stitch i was sewing with more force then necessary causing it to open

"sssss say goodbye to any medical school jobs"