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“Oh my god, it’s just a bullet wound. It’s not like a building fell on top of me again.” Peter rolled his eyes exaggeratedly from where he lay on the cracked asphalt.
“Please, let us at least check it ou- Wait, what do you mean by ‘again’?” The captain’s voice rose in pitch. “Never mind, I don’t even wanna know. But there is no way I’m letting you swing off alone after being shot.”
They had just finished fighting Aliens in Brooklyn, and Peter had gotten shot. Not by the aliens. No, he got through the whole fight with zero injuries. Tony had gotten a hold of a gun and dropped it when his suit fritzed out from the damage it sustained. Of course, Parker luck made sure the safety was off and that he was in the direct line of fire. He could’ve dodged, but Clint was right behind him, and only one of them had enhanced healing.
“I’ve been shot plenty, Cap, and this certainly isn’t gonna be the last time. I can really patch this up myself. But if this is about me leaving alone, then just hold a minute and let me make a call.”
“And who are you calling that they’ll come and pick you up from an active crime scene?”
Peter sighed, ignoring the question. “You know, you’re gonna owe me for making me call her. She’s gonna be so pissed. It’s her day off.”
Before Cap could question any further, Peter was speaking to someone over the phone. Steve really wished he could hear the other side of the conversation.
——
“Hey Jess,” Peter said placatingly with a wince.
[Nope. It’s my day off. That tone can’t mean anything good. Call someone else.]
“Wait, wait! Please don’t hang up.” Peter pleaded. “My first two emergency contacts are otherwise indisposed.”
[Indisposed?] Peter could hear the unimpressed eyebrow she had raised.
“They’re working. I would call DP, but he’s not currently in the country, and DD will only answer for emergencies.”
Steve frowned, this was pretty emergent in his opinion.
[I swear to god, you’re interrupting my day off for a non-emergency?]
“Please? I really need you to come.”
[Why?]
“Well,” he hesitated, “The Avengers-“
[Goodbye.]
“No, no, no! Please don’t hang up! You’ll only have to be there a few minutes. You can ditch me the second we’re gone. Cap just won’t let me leave unless someone picks me up, and I don’t wanna deal with Tony trying to take me to the tower.”
[What happened?]
“I just got a little shot. Nothing I can’t handle, but Mr. America won’t let me leave alone.”
[You do know you’re a grown adult man right?]
“Please, Jess? I’ll owe you.”
[Why me? Don’t you have friends?]
“Oh come on, like I’m not the third person you’d call if you needed something.”
Jessica hesitated before huffing in defeat. [Fine I’ll be there.]
“I love you so much, Jess!”
[Go fuck yourself Parker.] The line went dead.
——
Peter turned to Cap with a wide smile. “She’s coming!”
Who the hell was Spidey calling that he still had to beg her after telling her he’d been shot? And why was she going to hang up when the Avengers were mentioned?
Peter swore he saw the captain’s eye twitch. After an awkward ten minutes, he saw who he’d been waiting for. He grimaced and turned to Steve. “See, I told you she’d be pissed.”
She was. Since there was no one in the proximity, given there was a catastrophic alien attack, she called out, “This better be fucking good, Parker.”
Spidey waved and had the decency to look apologetic. Captain, on the other hand, snapped his head to Spider-Man with wide eyes before hissing, “Jessica Jones is your emergency contact?”
“Third contact. My first two were busy.”
Rogers raised an eyebrow. “Too busy to pick you up from being shot?”
“Oh, 100%. My second contact might kill me if I interrupted him at work for a bullet, and my first would be here in a heartbeat, but he’s just overprotective. I wasn’t going to call him in the middle of a job.”
“Didn’t you say your first contact was out of the country?”
Peter blinked. “Yeah.”
Cap wasn’t even gonna try to get into that. Thankfully, at that moment, Jessica finally arrived, glaring at Spider-Man. “Where were you shot?”
“Stomach. Missed everything vital. Though I do need to get the bullet out before I heal over.”
Her eyes narrowed further. “The bullet is still inside of you?” He nodded. “Jesus, Peter, you’re a fucking idiot.”
He rolled his eyes, and before Steve could protest, he was hissing in pain while he dug his fingers into his wound to pull out the projectile. He then dropped it on the ground and webbed up his injury. “So Jess is here. Am I free to go?”
The captain stared with wide eyes. “You can’t just dig out a bullet and then walk off!” He sputtered out.
Annoyed, Jessica threw Peter over her shoulder, and he squawked in surprise. “There. He’s not walking. We good?”
He could only nod in shock before the two vigilantes left the scene, bickering.
“You can put me down, Jess, I'm fine.”
“I know that, but you’re gonna be hobbling around for a few hours, and I’d like to get home before the sun sets.”
Peter huffed.
“Also, you live way too far from me. I’m taking you to my place. I’m going to try and salvage the rest of my day off, so just be quiet and leave when you’re not bleeding out.”
“You’re so mean, Jess. What did I ever do to you?”
“You want a full list?”