"Whatcha doing!" Morgan singsonged as she tiptoed into Peter's room.

"Morgan! Get out!" Peter hissed as he quickly dove behind his bed.

"Is that a superhero costume? Daddy's is cooler!" Morgan laughed.

"Morgan!"

"Did you know your shoulder is bleeding?"

"Master Parker shall I alert your parents of your injury?" Friday's voice came through the ceiling.

"No!" Peter shrieked, his voice cracking. "Don't tell anyone Fri!"

"It is in my protocol to alert someone if you are injured."

"Morgan. Tell Morgan."

"Miss Morgan, Peter appears to have suffered from a laceration in his right shoulder." Friday spoke, then with what sounded like a huff "I do not think that is what your father intended by that protocol."

"I'm gonna get Papa." Morgan said looking at Peter's arm.

"Don't! They're... busy. Also its late! Go to bed." Peter said quickly.

"I'm getting Evie."

"Ugh fine. Get out." Peter said rolling his eyes as he resumed carefully peeling off his top.

Minutes later Morgan returned dragging their older sister.

"Hell happened to you?"

"Can you two just get out?"

"And let you bleed out on the rug?" Evie chuckled. "Why are you bleeding all over your pajamas?"

"Shut up."

"Sure, Spiderman?" Evie winked.

"Let me bleed out and die in peace please." Peter moaned.

"Dont be a baby you're not gonna die." Evie laughed and shoved him into the bathroom. "Morgs? Get the first aid kit from my bathroom?"

"Got it!" Morgan dashed out of the room a girl on a mission.

Evie soaked a washcloth and began to hold it over the bloody clothes that has dried onto Peter's wound.

"Ouch!" Peter pulled away as his sister began to pull off some of the fabric.

"You're a moron you know that?" Evie shook her head. "Who gets stabbed in their underwear? Whose secret identity is long johns?"

"Its not my underwear. And I didn't get-"

"Didn't get stabbed? The hole in your arm begs to differ."

"Impaled?" Peter offered.

"That's somehow worse."

"Got it!" Morgan ran into the room presenting the plastic tote.

"You rock girl." Evie smiled. "This is gonna suck."

She poured some peroxide over Peter's arm and yanked of the last remnants of sleeve.

"OW!"

"Told you it would suck." Evie took out some steri-strips and used them to pull the wound shut. "Fri? Does he need stitches?"

"I am not a doctor Miss Evie." The A.I. replied, "But I believe Peter should be alright unless the wound starts bleeding again."

"Thanks!" She smacked her brother upside the head. "Got it? Don't start bleeding."

"Get out of my room." Peter sighed.

"Morgan want me to do your hair before bed? Meet me in my room." Evie turned to Peter once they were alone. "Get rid of the bloody costume. You're gonna get a disease."

"Evie..."

"Seriously."

"When did you figure it out?"

"You having the same dumb abilities is a giveaway. Hell they might know already."

"They don't. I'd be getting yelled at if they knew."

"If you want to go play hero... you're gonna have to talk to the parents who do it for real. And who don't get stabbed in their underwear."

"They'll never let me."

"Can't hurt to open the floor. Smarter than getting stabbed. Seriously I'd fess up, Morgan can't keep a secret."