'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]

"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.

[outpostcook]

"I'd help you find one if I knew where it was." Kinner thinks the Nexus must have a hospital, but he's never been, so he can't really help at the moment. "I'm sorry I can't be much more use. But it'd be strange if there wasn't some kind of hospital here. After all, even with the Anti-Violence Field people can still get hurt."

He figures he'll keep the kid company while he waits. "Nice to meet you, anyway. My name's Kinner. I know a fair bit 'bout getting hurt." He points to the nasty-looking old scar on his face. "But I don't think you'll get a scar from that."

[telarano]

"M-Makes sense." God, he was pretty sure his teeth were chattering at this point. How the hell was he supposed to do anything if he fell apart like this?

The idea that it was a perfectly reasonable response for a kid his age after even just the night he'd had let alone the past month, the past year? Never even occurred to him.

"Spider-Man. Nice to meet you, Mr. Kinner." One of the Spider-Men anyways. That's not gonna get confusing one day. "Scars aren't really a big deal, really." At least if he was alive to have them. But the look of the nasty scar on Kinner's face drew his attention, head tilting slightly as he jumped on the chance to talk about, think about anything else that wasn't his disaster life.

"How'd you get that one? Looks like it was painful."

[outpostcook]

"There's worse you can get than scars."

Kinner would usually comment on how Spider-Man's a bit young to have a wound like that, but he only nods. The young man's frightened enough, and things happen. It sounds like he was in some kind of fight.

What kind of lowlife would shoot at someone so young? Kinner doesn't ask, but he grits his teeth.

"I was in a war. Slashed across the face - it was an accident - but didn't get medical treatment for a while, I had to make it back alone, and it left a scar when it healed. I was lucky it didn't turn poisonous or somethin'. War trenches ain't clean places." Kinner's not too self-conscious about his scar. It's ugly looking, but he thinks of it as a marker of how he's grown over the years.

[telarano]

"You're telling me." Like long-lasting emotional trauma! That's always a great one.

"That... sounds like it was rough." And not unlike his life at times. No way to stop and decompress, gotta keep going, gotta keep fighting because if he didn't, then people got hurt.

People got hurt anyways, but that was beside the point. He had to try. It was all he could do so by god he was going to do it as well as he could.

And the calm way the man was talking to him certainly was helping him focus a bit more. Stay in the moment instead of in the fight or flight his life had been this evening before he got here.

[outpostcook]

Oh, Kinner knows all about emotional trauma. He gives Spider-Man a twisted but sympathetic smile.

"It sure as hell was tough. I'm as surprised I lived as anybody. And that wasn't what killed me, which also surprises me as much as anybody else."

All said, being killed by the Thing was at least over quickly, and the monster did knock him out first.

He tries to think of anything else he can do to help this poor kid out. He'd feel bad if he couldn't help a kid in trouble. "I'm guessin' you don't have anything you can use to wrap the wound?"