Um, um... Mr. Stark I have a problem. "
The world swayed around Peter Parker. It was like the air and turned into jelly. It felt like he was breathing jelly too. His lungs fought to keep breathing. Peter was lying on his back at the edge of a roof of a random building, holding the knife still lodged in his side. There were other stab wounds that were spilling his blood, but he had remembered reading somewhere that you should try to keep knives in the wind in case it was lodged in an artery. That could save his life. Even in these circumstances, Peter felt sort of ditzy, he could nearly even feel it anymore.
"What do you mean. What's wrong Pete?" Tony' s worried face was projected in front of Peter's eyes. Peter was shivering. It was so cold, at the edge of his vision he could see the temperature was 35 degrees Fahrenheit/ 2 degrees Celsius. His body heater had been blown out during the fight.
"Well I kinda got stabbed." Peter tried to adjust his position, so he could sit up straighter, but he gasped, feeling something like a POP! In his side. Blood started to slosh out of one of the slices.
"Like a water balloon." He thought queasily.
"Peter you can't "Kinda" get stabbed." Stark gave him some snark to try to cover his oncoming freak out.
"Well I got stabbed, a few times. And… and…" Peter felt another large hit of dizziness and he noticed really how much blood was spilling out of him. It was making a sizable puddle at his side.
"Peter? Peter, what's happening? Stay with me okay? Shit I'm on my way." Tony's voice was ringing in Peters ears as Tony left the chat. He noticed how hard he was breathing. Not fast, but panting. The taste of blood and a deep pain in his side followed a harsh cough.
"Peter, you are going into shock due to your blood pressure being dangerously low, you must seek medical attention immediately."
"Yesh. I'll get on that." Peter slurred. The lights of New York City decided to spin around, making him dizzy. He let his head lol back, so he could watch air planes float over him. "My whole body is throbbing." Peter thought to himself, knowing that this was dangerous, but suddenly his mind just didn't care.
There weren't any stars, but Peter pulled off his mask and stared up into the sky. Instead of stars he watched the scattered clouds lazily drift over him, catching the light from the full October moon as he slowly slipped out of consciousness.
The sound of thrusters coming towards him and Tony's small far away voiced chased him out of consciousness and then the world went dark.