'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.

[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....

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??"

[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.

[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."

[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.

[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."