Spider-Man One Shots

Don't worry

Summary: After the encounter with the criminal, Peter insists he's fine. However, his bleeding shoulder, leg, gut and hand beg to differ, so Flash takes action.

Tw: blood (gunshots, stab wounds). Also abusive parents, but there are no descriptions of that, it's just hinted.

Part 2 of How unfortunate (the tone changes a LOT so I hope this doesn't ruin it)

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After the man run away screaming, as soon as he was out of sight, Peter turned to Flash.

"You're welcome, I guess." Peter shrugged and started to walk away. Someone suddenly grabbed him by the arm, preventing him from leaving.

"Oh, hell no. You're coming to a hospital with me. Right now."

"Uh... no."

"Wasn't a question," Flash countered as he carefully guided the injured teen to his car by the arm he still held.

"Flash, I'm serious. I can't go to the hospital." The genuine urgency he conveyed with his eyes made Flash hesitate for a second.

"What are you going to do about..." he gestured to the wounds, "that, then?"

Peter shrugged. "Wasn't planning to do anything, really. They'll heal. I can't go to my house yet, though. Aunt May will kill me if I go bleeding out again."

Anything else he would have said was cut by Flash pushing him inside his car carefully. Peter decided to trust his bully for the first time. He seemed really shaken and determined; Peter knew he didn't mean any harm now.

The drive was silent, Peter didn't ask where they were going and Flash didn't insist on him taking care of the stab wound and gunshots.

They arrived pretty quickly to a big house, Peter guessed it was Flash's, but he wasn't really amazed by how fancy it was since he literally lived at Stark Tower half the time.

"You are going to sit down in my bed and try not to die, alright?" Flash said as they entered his room. The former bully went straight into his bathroom and came out a few seconds later with a first aid kit.

"But Flaaaash," Peter complained, dragging out the a. "I'm fine."

"No, you are not."

"But I am!"

"Shut it. You're bleeding because you decided to take the bullets and the knife for me." There was a short silence. "I still don't know why you did it," Flash admitted quietly.

"Flash, I'd take bullets for literally anyone. It's not the first time I've been shot, nor will this be the last one. I don't need medical attention because the bullets both went right through and I took out the knife with precision. My hand isn't even bleeding anymore from when I caught the bullet. I'm fine."

"Well, I beg to differ. And I will take care of you now, I won't let you bleed out." Peter sighed. He recognized a lost battle when he saw one.

Flash kept his word and tended Peter's wounds efficiently, yet in silence.

"How do you know how to stop an important amount of bleeding?" Peter suddenly asked, disrupting the quiet atmosphere.

Flash stopped bandaging Peter's shoulder for a second, then went back to it without answering. Peter took the clue.

After the owner of the house was done, he went to the bathroom to clean his hands from the blood and then came back to pick up the mess of bandages, the stuff he had used to disinfect the wounds and what he used to make the needed stitches. He worked without making a sound, like he was used to it being that way, and left no room for emotions now that he had calmed down.

"You didn't scream," Flash pointed out after some minutes of silence. It wasn't awkward, it just felt right not to say anything at all. Neither had known what to say, anyway.

"I didn't," Peter agreed. He elaborated when his former bully turned to face him with slight confusion. "I'm used to it. I developed a great pain tolerance."

Flash stared at the floor, though his eyes hinted he was too deep in thought, and regrets, to actually see anything.

"Is that why you let me... punch you all the time?"

"I can take it."

Neither of them said anything any further about it.

"Could I- Could I stay here for a couple more hours?" Peter asked hesitantly. "I'll be completely fine by then."

Flash was quick to agree, but he still had a question. "You are already healing. How?"

Peter's eyes showed doubt, but he decided he could trust the boy that had tended his wounds and had also understood and respected his decision of keeping it on the down low.

"I... I have a genetically enhanced healing, along with... some other stuff."

Flash was silent for a while longer before speaking again. "You're Spider-Man, aren't you?"

"I am," Peter confirmed, but he wasn't as nervous as he thought he would be. He felt he could trust Flash, he felt he wouldn't betray him.

And, as months passed and a new friendship developed, he discovered he had been right.