'Cause they will run you down, down til you fall

[telarano]

This was not the Spiderman that everyone knew. He was shorter, scrawnier (somehow this was possible) and his costume was black and red. A couple people had met him so far, but one didn't need to know him to realize that the rips to his clothing wasn't normal. Nor was the smell hazing him, smoke, fire, char. Blood.

Even without how he was trying not to limp he was clearly twitchy, practically shaking with adrenaline still as he found a more out of the way bench to sink down onto with a hiss of discomfort. He could feel the pain of his leg starting to punch through the fight or flight his life had been for the last hour or so, knew it would be followed by other injuries as he started to recover. But for now his ears were still ringing with the lingering echoes of the roar of infernos and gunfire, hyper-aware of his surroundings as he turned his attention to picking open the rip in the thigh of his suit again to get a look at the gash there. The bandage had gotten lost somewhere in the chaos, and it was a mess again, and he thinks it might be a bit worse-looking than it had started as.

At least he had his mask, so no one would see the lingering panic, or the exhaustion. And even without his spider sense he'd know someone was coming closer, speaking up in a voice that would be almost have a joking tone if not for the thready edge that hinted how close to the end of his tether this kid was.

"So... you wouldn't by chance know how to tell if something needs stitches, would you?" If not he had the web-shooters, could just web the injury over. He doubted that'd be good for the long run but it'd stop the bleeding at least while he hunted down a clinic.

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[outpostcook]

"I know a little. It's always better to be careful. It depends on how bad the wound is, how much blood you've lost, what you cut yourself on. If it was rusty metal, you could need a tetanus shot. Assuming they have it in your time. It wasn't in the States in my time, but I'm guessing you're from the future."

Kinner's no medical expert, but he's sharp enough to know a nasty injury when he saw one. He'd had his share in his day.

"You aren't in shock," he says, trying to get a look at the wound. "That's good. Can you see any muscles or bone?" He remembers Dr. Copper treating a wound where a man was badly enough hurt that bone was showing, though he hadn't looked for more than a moment. He'd even seen worse injuries than that. Next to those, this kid would be fine once the gash was cleaned up and covered properly.

[telarano]

Mask or not, superhero or not, Miles was still young enough to feel relief when an adult who seemed to know what he was talking about stepped in.

"Nah, it wasn't like... anything like that. It was a- I got shot at, but it was a graze so the bullet didn't stick which awesome but it's starting to sting-" Rambling nervously. And this was to say nothing of his other injuries, like the fact that at one point he'd been lit on fire or punching a fiery demon-Osborne. Not his brightest moment. At least the suit seemed durable enough not to have caught alight, but the temperature had been enough to cause injury that he was sure he'd be regretting later.

But that was a problem for Future Miles. Present Miles was more concerned with the injury that was bleeding, unable to help the almost shrill little laugh at the comment that he wasn't in shock, shaking his head in response. "No. N-no bone or anything. I think there might be some muscle in there though."

[outpostcook]

"First thing you've gotta do is stop the bleeding. Putting pressure on the wound can help." Kinner's reciting things he heard Copper say, and before Copper the old Army doctor who'd treated him back when he was closer to this kid's age. What little he knew about medicine came from them though he'd never trust himself with actual medical treatment. He doesn't have the proper training and his hands aren't clean enough for him to be trusted dressing a wound.

Kinner nods on the description of the wounds. He knows about bullet wounds, all right, though not so much about how to treat them. In any case, it sounds like this young man had gotten lucky if the bullet only grazed him.

"It's not as bad as it could be, but there's a good chance you'll need stitches. I'd see a proper doctor, though. I'm just a cook."

[telarano]

"Right. Right, pressure." Without a threat right in his face to focus his attention on, Miles was finally starting to fray a bit, hands trembling as he pressed one over the gash, a move of the fabric mask hinting at the grimace that came with that.

"I'm... not sure where there's a clinic around here?" And besides that, he'd have to wait. He'd been okay before he sat, but now his legs were starting to feel like jelly, and it was a good thing he was already sitting on a bench because there's no way his legs would carry him anywhere while they felt like this.

[lovesuwithknives]

Here, have a rather villainous-looking fellow who peers at the wound in question.

"Well, something needs to be done," he muses. "If nothing else to stop you bleeding too much."

Too much. Well, he is from an era where bloodletting was still considered a viable treatment....

[telarano]

Compared to Osborne and his genetic demonic look he's rocking lately, this stranger looks downright cuddly. Miles peered up at him, the expression positively inscrutable behind the mask other than the body language that just about screamed 'I need to sleep for a year' that is. That seemed to be a constant though, so not much to help there.

"I had it bandaged before, but then there was more fire and that's generally not linen's best friend..."

[lovesuwithknives]

"No, not usually."

Usually he's not so charitable to complete strangers (or, really, to non-strangers) but Azwel is bored and, furthermore, had had a vague itch for some intellectual exercise.

So congratulations, Miles, you get to be the first person here to get him to not only remove the gauntlets, but the gloves, too. Well, then. Not many people have thin little glowing lines on their hands in patterns that look like the nerves of said hands. He pauses for only a beat, as he still isn't quite accustomed to that sight, and then leans in, reaching out to peel back the remaining fabric and get a closer look.

[telarano]

He'd celebrate if he knew how big a deal that was. As it is, he had no clue, just tiredly watching. The glowing lines were definitely interesting, he knew enough about science to know what they seemed to be mapping... but assumed at the moment that the man was just a mutant or something. It was common enough back home, and with so much of his conscious thought going to keeping a lid on just how much he wanted to break down right now, he was fine with leaving the idea at that. Maybe later he'd pursue that curiosity.

The gash certainly didn't look too great. At least the bullet had only sliced rather than punching in and getting stuck, but between the fighting and getting tossed around, it was still bleeding, and looked deeper and a bit wider than the last time Miles had looked at it.

"Just not my day, clearly."

1/2 because you get SteveFuri in tandem.

[shieldborne]

Steve almost calls out his name. He recognizes the kid at once, and moreover he recognizes that the kid is in trouble. He knows the body language of pain and terror, knows the scent of war without even seeing the wound. And unlike some of the others around, Steve has seen that face without its mask, if only briefly, and he has a real clear idea that this isn't just a small adult.

This is a child who's seen the worst things his chosen duty has to offer him.

Luckily, Steve has enough presence of mind not to give the kid's name away to the entire Nexus, but there's a little aborted half-call that comes from him, just sort of a "M--!"

And then he's there, crouching next to the kid with wide-eyed concern. "If you gotta ask, it probably needs stitches. What the hell happened??"

2/2

[eumenis]

It's a familiar smell, honestly. Burn fabric, ash, blood, burnt human skin. It's too much a solid part of Furiosa's current world and profession for it to throw her into some kind of flashback--you can't have flashbacks of things that are your every day reality, or you're really in trouble--but it does get her on high alert at once.

After running into Natasha Romanoff wounded, she's gotten a little wary about the Nexus' antiviolence field. Natasha had been injured elsewhere and come for safety, which is probably what happened to this child, too, but that's happening a lot all of a sudden, isn't it?

Or maybe she just sees conspiracy in coincidence.

She jogs lightly toward the kid at the same time the broad-shouldered blond approaches, and she'd just about be ready to get between the two of them in case he's trouble, but the look on his face says he's desperately concerned, not aggressive.

"Is it bleeding right now? Hang on..." She is completely calm by contrast, grim and unmoved by how petite this injured person is, but already getting out a clean cloth bandage. "You're going to need to wash it out; don't want to go septic."

[telarano]

Sitting might have been a mistake. Suddenly his legs felt like jelly, and he was vaguely aware of the static starting to wash out the outside world the grey creeping into the edges of his vision as he tried to get his hands to stop shaking. It meant that it took a long moment for him to realize that Steve had approached, that he'd been spoken to, starting like he'd been bitten when he did, just in time to catch the last half of what he said.

Feeling enough relief at the sight of him that tears pricked the corners of his eyes unseen under the mask as he glanced from Steve down to the gash on his thigh, the most obvious injury he had.

"I got shot- grazed really, just won't stop bleeding, probably cause we kept fighting- I bandaged it but I think it g-got burned off by Osborne?" Like Peter, Miles was very good at rambling, vague almost shell-shocked tone or no. "He was supposed to be dead b-but he came back he went to May's house again and I had to stop him but he's huge and t-the cops wanna arrest me-"

Furiosa pretty much elbowing her way into the scene managed to startle Miles into silence, at least enough to gulp down a breath because there's no way he'd been breathing during that increasingly rapid-fire rambling, not if the way the tremors in his limbs had increased was any hint. Just nodding mutely at her question, something about the no-nonsense attitude helping in the moment. At least in keeping him from spiraling into a minor meltdown just yet.

[shieldborne]

Steve mutters a few things under his breath that sound suspiciously like swearing, and puts a hand on the kid's shoulder, then thinks twice and sits on the bench next to him and puts an arm around his back. "Okay. Okay, pal, no one's gonna arrest you here, and whatever else is going on, we'll deal with it. Let's get you patched up first and--"

He trails off when Furiosa appears, frowning at her for the same reason she's ready to mouth off at him. Complete stranger, hurt kid, trust levels low and falling. Her expression is harder for him to read than his is to her, but since Miles isn't afraid of her, he decides accepting help is easier than arguing with her.

"She's right about getting it cleaned--and you've probably got other injuries, too, whether you're feeling them yet or not..." He eyes the woman warily, then adds, "I have a safehouse set up. Let's get you out of the open and take inventory."

"He's gonna need a real doctor," Furiosa says, but like Steve, she's willing to call a truce and cooperate for the boy's sake.

"Triage first." Steve clearly thinks he's in charge. Really, Miles has veto-power here, even if he is a kid. "Can I carry you?"

[sweetcandygirl]

Cue a very worried Harley Quinn. This is not the same Spiderman that she met before (and gave milkshakes) -- unless for some reason he lost weight and height. And changed his costume.

"Yes. I can. I can also help stitch you up too." She held out her hand to him. Letting him decide if he was going to accept her help.

[telarano]

Nope, not the same Spider-Man. And he wasn't quite sure what to make of a character like Harley... she was definitely odd, something about her just had that weird little prickle at the back of his neck starting up, like his spider-sense wasn't quite sure what to make of her either.

But she seemed to be genuine, and Miles had never felt quite so desperately alone as he did right now, so that offered hand would be accepted. Just pretend the hand that grasps yours isn't trembling Harley, and pay no attention to how wobbly the kid looks as he pushes to his feet, because there's no way this isn't a kid at his size, even with the costume to hide behind.

"That'd... that'd be really appreciated."

[sweetcandygirl]

Harley looks down at the trembling hand that has taken hers. And her mother bear instincts kick in. Hard.

If she has to throw him over her shoulder and take him to a safe place. She will.

"Okay. The best way is to start is to remove anything covering any injuries..." She gestures at the costume. "But you could do that without taking off your mask. I have done that before. For Robin. And Batman."

"We will find a safe place for us to take a look. I was a Doctor. So completely professional here..."

[telarano]

"Okay. Yeah, that's reasonable." Can't treat something if you can't get at it after all. If the mask stayed on everything was kosher. Not that he knew who Batman or Robin were... some manner of masked sort. Heroes, he hoped. Could always use more good guys.

And while he is letting himself be led, something about her wording just had him actually catching on.

"Wait... 'was' a Doctor? What happened?" AKA should he be worried? Because the low-key buzz of spidersense was not making figuring that out any easier.

[chiron_survivor]

This is not the same Spiderman who Adia knows, either, but that doesn't stop her from coming over, a first aid travel kit in her hands. You never know when someone will need patching up.

"I can take a look," she offers softly. "I'm a medical volunteer on my world, so I have some training."

The smell of smoke makes her nose twitch. "I have burn cream, too. If you need it."

[telarano]

"Sure..." Mumbled more than anything at first, fingering the torn edge of fabric near the cut uneasily.

"I mean... yeah. Thank you." His mom would have wanted him to be more polite. It was important to treat other people kindly. "I haven't taken full stock but... burn cream'd probably be useful."

[chiron_survivor]

A reluctant patient? Well, she can't blame him. He looks like he's been through Tartarus and back. "You don't have to take your mask off," she says, in case he's worried about that. "I just need to see where the cut is."

On his thigh, it looks like. She sits down next to him and pops open her kit. His injury is messy, but she's seen far worse. "I'll clean off the blood, and then we'll see how much damage there is." Running water would be ideal, but she'll make do with the bottle of water she pulls out of her bag and some sterile gauze.

"Can I ask what happened?" she says softly, while she works. Partly to distract, partly because there's a chance, however small, that this happened to him in the Nexus. That is information she'd want to know.

[telarano]

"I got shot. It was just a graze, but I had to keep fighting and I think it pulled open a bit wider, let alone getting all sorts of crud in it again..."

Not that he realized what she was concerned about there, or he'd be happy to assure her that it hadn't been some crazed gunman running around the Nexus. Nope just another interaction between cops and Spider-Men.

[hybriddino]

The Indoraptor smells blood coming from the young stranger and gives a churr of alarm. He knows very little about the healing and treatment of wounds, but he feels that he ought to do something. The young human in strange dress is clearly suffering.

The clothes have a familiar style, but the scent of the human wearing them is different, confusing the dinosaur a little. This isn't the Spider-Man he's met before, though.

Do you want to go to a hospital? You can ride me if you'd like.

[telarano]

At this point, all Miles can do when face-to-face with a dinosaur is simply stare. Some dark little wild part of him just wondering if getting his head bitten off here would be so bad. Except he's pretty sure his mom'd be sad if he joined her quite so soon. And his spidersense wasn't indicating a threat, not really.

But thankfully he was... writing? Which threw the teen through a loop, and he had to take a long moment to really process the idea, or what had been written.

A dinosaur with a whiteboard wasn't the weirdest thing in his life by a longshot, the thought of which just had him wanting to laugh until he cried. But he was too damn tired for that, just nodding slowly.

"That... that'd be really nice of you."

[websnextdoor]

Oh No.

Oh hell oh no oh jeez. Miles. Peter tries to quash his own building freak out at seeing his fellow friendly neighborhood Spider-Man doing so bad because that's not what either of them needs right now . He lands far enough away where he hopes he won't be seen as a threat and jogs the rest of the way over to the bench Miles is all but collapsed on.

"H-hey man." They're cool now, right? He's pretty sure after forced burgers and hugs they gotta be but this is a really serious situation right now and Peter's got no idea what the protocol for this even is. "I can Google it quick, help you get this sorted out."

[telarano]

"Hey-" So Peter. Did you ever want to see what a nervous breakdown looked like from the outside? Because Miles is absolutely not that far off that point now. His life was a horrific mess of a fire and he wasn't quite sure how to manage it.

It would help if the world stopped piling more trouble on top before he had it sorted but y'know. Details.

"Yeah. Yeah, google it." He'd do it himself but he didn't have his phone on him. And he's also pretty sure cell phones aren't rated for being lit on fire so probably better he didn't have the thing.

[websnextdoor]

He's seen one before! He doesn't wanna see one again. May was bad enough and oh no oh shit oh--okay calm down, Parker. Heroes don't lose their head at the first sign of trouble, especially not when it's a friend in need. Calm your jackhammering heart and look at this carefully.

Nope, panicking. Can't think.

Not much, anyway.

"Uh, okay. Here. Says: if you're worried about it scarring, who even cares about cosmetics right now? Oh-oh okay. If after fifteen minutes of applied pressure it's still bleeding." Spidey's shoving his phone back away into a hidden pocket somewhere before kneeling down so he can take a look at Miles.

"So we gotta...you know. Put pressure on it."