'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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[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."

[telarano]

"Pressure. Right. Okay." He could do that. He could. Even if that was about all he could manage in his current state, pressing a trembling hand over the gash as he struggled with the rising nausea that always came with this sort of adrenaline crash.

He wasn't going to puke. Especially not on Peter Parker, that would just be the most embarrassing thing he'd done ever, including the time he ripped his shorts clean down the seam when he was climbing the monkey bars in 2nd grade in front of his whole class and his crush. Nope.

Get it together Morales!

[websnextdoor]

There's talking, though it's a guessing game how much of what peter's babbling on about Miles is actually hearing. Something about making bandages, and how the webbing should be safe to use on skin but he's not sure so much about open wounds and they'll have to be careful.

He just wishes he knew more about what needs to be done. Miles really needs to see a doctor, preferably one that isn't going to ask a whole lot of questions about who and why a kid's this beat up. But then, how does paying for medical attention work in the Nexus??

Oh jeez.

The phone is coming back out and he's frantically trying to pull up Steve Rogers' number, give the man a call and ask for help but it's going right to message and Spidey swallows roughly as he scrolls through his contacts on who else he can try to contact. Someone who gets it. Someone who might be able to help, be it by magic or know how. Someone who doesn't know that Peter Parker is Spider-Man, but who is about to find out.

"Hey. It's gonna be okay Miles. I'm gonna call and get us some help right now. I promise. Just hold your hand over that and don't let up, okay?"

He swipes out a message and sends it to one Mr. Loki Odinson.

Hypothetically, what do you know about lacerations on the human body? Less hypothetically, help?

[coldsong]

There's a pause after the message is sent, enough that Peter may legitimately wonder whether Loki is attending his messages, but no more than a minute before the "..." that indicates a text being typed appears on the PINpoint screen.

Hypothetically, I'm far better at creating them than removing them. Focus on me, and I will find you. You will owe me a favor.

Maybe not a big favor, because he kind of likes Peter, but still. Calling him for first aid? That's a weird one, kiddo.

When he appears a moment later with a shimmer of seiðr, he's carrying an honest-to-god first aid kit, which may not be reassuring, as well as a blanket and a plastic bottle. If Peter were an adult, he'd be carrying a jar of Cricket's moonshine, instead, but since he is not, and Loki assumes he's the one who's hurt (wrongly), he's brought spring water instead. He looks highly skeptical, wound up and ready to needle the boy a little, but he falters a little at the scene he stumbles into, looking from one spider to another.

"I'm going to need a bit more of an explanation, I fear."