Pietro and Peter were in Peter's room. Aunt May wasn't home at the moment, so it was just the two in the house. Pietro was sitting up on his head wearing jeans and no shirt. Pietro had the equipment he needed to treat Peter's injury. The first aid kit, a bowl of water, towels, and a knife.
"This'll hurt," admited Pietro. "But the bullet needs to come out."
He handed Peter a folded towel to shove in his mouth to bite on and muffle his screams.
"Okay. Here I go."
Peter closed his eyes tight. Pietro dipped the knife into the wound, and moved it around. Peter yelled in pain. Pietro didn't stop digging in to get the piece of metal out. After five minutes, Pietro was able to get the bullet to pop out.
"Sorry," said Pietro, wiping the blood of the knife. He picked up the bullet and cleaned up the blood on it and on the floor. He took a dry towel, wet it, and then wiped the blood of his shoulder. Then he used a dry towel to dry his shoulder.
"It's alright," said Peter. "It needed to come out."
Pietro poored a little rubbing alcohol on a towel.
"This'll kill any germs."
He placed it on the wound. Peter hissed, but quickly relaexed.
Next, Pietro put Neosporin on the cut, then put on the bandages. He quickly ran down stairs and back up holding a bag of ice.
"Here. It probably burning, so this'll cool it down."
Peter placed the ice on his shoulder wound.
"You're good at this."
"Thanks. I wanna be a doctor someday."
Pietro quickly put everything away. Then he sat next to Peter.
"You'd be a good doctor," said Peter.
"Hey thanks."
"So, how did you get your powers?"
"What do you mean? I was born woth them."
"You were?"
"How did you get your powers?"
"I was bitten by a radioactive spider."
"No offence, but that sounds like something out of a comic book."
Peter shrugged. "That's how it happened. How were you just born with your powers?"
"Because of my X-Gene. I'm a Mutant."
"X-Gene? Mutant?"
"Okay. How can I explain this?"
An hour later, they explained to each other about their powers.
"So, you've been a hero for two years and no one, not your aunt, not Gwen or Kenny, no one knows your secret?" asked Pietro.
"No one but you."
"Wow."
Silence.
"When I was swinging on a web as Spider-Man, I saw you outside the Globe, and I saw you tun at super-speed," said Peter.
"And you thought I was some bad-guy who was trying to spy on you so I could find your weakness to use it against you," said Pietro.
"I did at first, then I didn't, then went back to suspecting you. It was on and off. Sorry."
"If someone new showed up and was too good to be true, I'd be suspicious also."
THey were silent for awhile.
"I'm not hero material," said Pietro. "But I'm not an evil super villain. So don't worry about fighting me. I didn't come her to fight. I came to support my friends. They're my family and I'm tired of watching them suffer because of the lack of money."
"You sure you're not hero material?" smiled Peter. "'Cause heroes care about others. So you seem like you're your friends' hero."
Pietro thought about it. He kinda was.
And speaking of his friends.
"I need to get home. They're probably worried. But I shouldn't leave you like this."
"Don't worry about it," said Peter. "I'll be fine by tomorrow. I heal fast."
"Okay. Later then."
Pietro headed for the window, then stopped.
"I promise not to tell anyone your secret."
"Thanks. And I promise not to tell anyone you're a mutant."
"Thanks."
Pietro jumped out the window and ran home.
