Ally and Tyler know that they are just a pair of nurses in the midst of the huge medical team working for SHIELD. But, they get to have a great honor as two superhero fans. A patient that they treat regularly is the one and only Spider-Man, but that isn't the least of it. When they were caring for him, as nurses do, he revealed his secret identity willingly to them. Almost enthusiastically in fact, but it may have been partly due to how he was high off of the morphine he needed for the injuries he sustained.

It was a huge honor to be in his tight-knit circle. Knowing Peter Parker is Spider-Man is amazing for the two of them. Until he gets hurts and complicates their entire week.

Because of how well they took care of Spider-Man - a valuable if not slightly irritating asset for SHIELD - they were assigned as his nurses. Which meant that any time he was wounded enough to need medical assistance as opposed to some ice packs and TLC, he was sent over to them. The good part about it is they got to see an awe-inspiring superhero that was steadily becoming closer to the two nurses almost bi-weekly for a good couple of days. Well, it wasn't good to see him because he was so hurt his accelerated healing wasn't enough, but it was nice to see him recover 100%. But the downside was that he was a terrible patient.

He constantly tried to escape the med bay no matter how injured he was, and as he is an excellent wall-crawler and web-slinger, it was very easy for him to slip out of the room. Often times the only thing that kept him from successfully leaving before he was discharged was another superhero. It helped that he was weakened by whatever wounds he sustained, even if the idea of Pete being injured was a bitter one. So, the two of them love caring for their friend even when he's difficult to keep track of.

Now they were just horrified.

Spider-Man was wheeled into the med-bay by Dr. Labelle. He had worked on Spidey the last time and knew by heart now how to treat him considering his metabolism and genes, as well as the hero's secret identity. Fury strode down the hall followed by several SHIELD agents. They were quickly followed by the rest of the team SHIELD had put together. White Tiger, Power Man, Iron Fist, and Nova all skid to a halt at the entrance of the med bay. Well, to be accurate, they hobbled quickly. All four of them were banged up, too, but none more than Spider-Man.

Like the others, he was covered in a fine gray powder that was probably cement. Unlike the others, he was unconscious and covered in his own blood, as well as soot. There were huge, jagged tears all over his suit, all of them accompanied by gashes that varied in length, but all of them looked agonizing and gushed blood. There was bruising on all of the skin that wasn't obscured by the hero's blood that promised at least some fractures.

It was bad. Tyler knew this; Ally knew this. The team knew it - they were there when Peter passed out. It could have been any number of things: smoke inhalation, blood loss, or even just from pain. Any or all of them could have taken him down. It was hard to connect the image of Spider-Man, the superhero that could take down all sorts of foes by sheer force of will, and the young man covered in dust and scrapes and ash on the table.

Eric took charge of the situation. "Ally, Tyler, you two will assist me in surgery. Scrub in quickly, I don't want to start any later than we need to." He ordered.

Tyler whipped his head around as he jogged to the OR, trying to assess the damage done to the other teens. Another reason as to why a friendship with Spider-Man was so great is that the nurses were privy to the bond between him and his team, which were all great kids. They were trustworthy enough to know Peter Parker and Spider-Man, through and through. So his worry was tenfold when he saw one of them - Danny - go limp.

He shook it off, though. They would be getting proper treatment at the same time Peter was taken care of, and his job was to make sure the latter was possible.

"I don't swear much, but holy shit, he really did it this time," Eric said quietly. The surgery was almost over, but it has been intense. Peter almost flatlined once and needed many bags of blood to make up for what he lost. Ally was right when she guessed he had fractured some ribs, and even his collarbone had in total five fractures. His left shoulder had been dislocated and he ran the risk of infection yet again from the debris that had been in his many, many deep cuts. Even with antibiotics, there may have been enough time between the fight and the surgery, so they had to keep an eye on that. Thankfully there wouldn't be any permanent damage to his shoulder and the fractures would heal pretty fast. The doctor wasn't sure if his body would prioritize the gashes or the fractures, but the silver lining was that the fractures were all either hairline or only slightly larger so either way, they would heal quickly. Peter had deep bruising basically all over his body, covering his chest and legs and...virtually everything. His neck and head were miraculously untouched except for some scrapes, a black eye, and a concussion. Another complication could come from the smoke inhalation, but most likely not. His airway was clear and only slightly irritated from the smoke - probably due to his mask filtering most of it out. In general, he had taken a pretty bad beating, but Eric was confident that he would bounce back. Not as quickly as he had from the electrical burns, unfortunately, and he would have to be monitored carefully for at least two days, maybe three. But at least he was okay for visitors, even though he would be unconscious and then high from the pain medicine for a good while.

Ally breathed a sigh of relief. It's could've been worse, much worse. Peter was wheeled into the room the medical team knew was his after the Zzzax-Recovery-Fiasco. The others were properly cared for as she had expected and resting on the couch that Peter had asked for. They were all fast asleep.

Tyler grabbed her hand for a second, letting go quickly as they made sure Peter was comfortable. The gesture was just as much for her as it was for himself. They checked his vitals and adjusted his dosage accordingly, brought in another blanket and tucked him in, and left a cool glass of water for him in case he woke up. It was mostly just precaution in case their calculations were off since Peter was intubated to make sure he got oxygen even with his irritated wind pipe. If he still needed to remain intubated when he woke up, then he wouldn't need the water. Well, he physically couldn't have the water. If they tried to give him a drink he would just drown on dry land.

The thought was almost as off-putting as the sight of him lying in the bed was. He was so thin and lanky, so pale against the white sheets. As a nurse, Ally had always seen kids and adults alike hooked up to machines like the heart monitor and the IV and intubation tubes or a cannula. It was normal, everyday stuff - necessary for patient care. But it hurt to see Peter, kind and gentle and witty Peter, hooked up to all of those machines.

The plan was perfect. It was genius. To escape the clutches of the med-bay, he just had to bat his eyelashes and ask to be let on a walk. Ty and Ally were busy with their nurse duties and the team was going to come visit in an hour, so he had plenty of time to sneak out. He had to play the part, unfortunately, so the IV stand and the gown are necessary. He knew one of his many, many suits was waiting for him at the entrance. All he had to do was work his way over there and duck into a corner to change. The changing part of the plan was vague, but to be honest the medicine they gave him for the pain was still pretty strong so he was kind of loopy. For the walk they switched to a lighter one and a smaller dosage, so he was feeling the aches more now. At least he'd be able to walk straight. It was pretty impressive how he managed to make such a great plan in this state.

The HQ was pretty quiet. The hallways near the med-bay were always pretty silent so that the patients could rest. And, the nurses might maim anyone that's too loud.

Pain flashed across his side. He sucked in a sharp breath and froze, waiting for it to fade away. His fingers skimmed the gown and felt the bulge of the dressing. The pain ebbed slightly but didn't go away completely. Peter took a careful step forward, but at this point it felt like every gash was pulsing, turning into sharp agony. The more he walked, the more he doubted his ability to get to the other side of the compound.

As Peter turned the corner his left shoulder bumped into the wall. And in that moment, Peter realized that he has fucked up bad. He could feel the stitches popping, and in his mind, he pictured the long and gruesome-looking stitches hidden underneath dressing. The sight of them had made him a bit nauseated, especially considering that they were on his own body.

It took a moment for the pain to register, but when it did his knees buckled. He fell forward onto his knees, his hand scrambling at the IV stand to try and keep him up. Blood was already seeping through the gown. Under the fluorescent lighting and against the white of his gown, his blood was basically on display to anyone who passed by. He could feel it dribbling down his hand. It throbbed mercilessly and his head spun wildly.

"Uh oh, what do we have here? You're not lookin' so good there Spidey."

Peter's vision was already gone by then, but he heard a familiar voice beside him.

"Not that you look disgusting or anything I mean look at that bubble butt-"

He had a good guess as to who it was.

"-But you've kinda got blood all over you and that's not really my kink-"

And that's when Peter passed out.