"Excuse me, sir. Peter appears to be injured. He has a gunshot wound to his chest and has fallen unconscious. Would you like me to send you his location?" Friday informed Tony and the rest of the Avengers who were seated with him at the dining table.
"Damn it! Send me his location, Friday," Tony responded as he called over his suit. "Bruce, get the med bay ready, we'll be there soon."
Bruce nodded and headed towards the elevator, while the rest of the Avengers remained seated at the table.
"What the hell?" Clint asked, voicing what they were all thinking.
Steve sighed, "Poor kid, I'm sure Bruce can fix him up."
Natasha remained quiet, but a worried look was plastered on her face.
Tony arrived on the roof of the convenience store as quickly as he could. Peter was lying in a puddle of his own blood, the amount that seemed to be coming out of him alarmed Tony.
"Hey kid, it's okay, I'm here," Tony said, placing one of his arms around Peter (with his hand resting on the wound to slow the bleeding), and flying back towards the Avengers tower.
When they arrived, Bruce had a room set up with a bed and a stock of medical supplies. Tony set Peter down on the bed, and Bruce immediately took action.
"We need to remove the suit and stop the bleeding. The bullet's still inside him by the seems of it, I don't want to remove it yet though. Does he have any close family we can contact?"
"His aunt, I'll ring her."
"Okay. Mind out of the way please, Tony."
Tony stepped out of the way whilst Bruce removed his suit. "Friday, call Aunt Hottie please," he said.
He could hear the ringing, but no one picked up. Tony sighed. May was probably working a shift at the hospital, so she wouldn't be able to answer.
Bruce took out some scissors and began to cut off Peters' Spider-Man suit. Beneath it, he found a white fabric around his chest, and he cut through that too. Bruce was, to say the least, slightly taken aback to find breasts on Peters' chest. He knew about transgender people, though, and this certainly wasn't a time to question Tony on what else was being kept a secret. He pushed the suit and, what he now realized to be a binder, to the side. Thanks to Peters' enhanced healing, the wound would begin to close soon. Which meant he needed to make a decision as to whether the bullet would cause more damage if removed, or if it was fine to leave it. He cleaned out the wound and took an X-ray. The bullet didn't seem to be damaging any of his organs, and it would probably do more harm than good to take it out now. Bruce sighed and changed the gauze over Peters' wound and kept it in place with some bandages.
"Tony, does Peter have any of his clothes here? I'm sure he'd be more comfortable in a baggy t-shirt and some joggers, or some pajamas, than in a hospital gown."
"He should have some, probably. I'll check the guest room he stays in."
Tony left and returned not long later with some iron-man-themed pajamas. Bruce raised his eyebrows slightly but didn't question it. He carefully put the clothes onto Peter, who was previously lying in only his boxers and tucked a thick duvet over him.
— 10 hours later —
Peter awoke slowly, squinting his eyes as he tried to figure out where he was. He pushed himself up, groaning at the pain which flashed across his chest. He saw he was in his iron-man pajamas and began to connect the dots. He remembered getting shot; Tony must have come for him. 'Great' he thought, now he'd be thought of as the useless hero who relies on other people to save him. Before his self-hatred could escalate, Bruce entered the room at smiled slightly at Peter.
"Hello Peter, how are you feeling?"
"Fine, thanks."
"Good. You got shot on patrol last night and Tony brought you here. The bullet is still inside you, but it should be fine to leave there. We can take it out if it causes problems in the future. Your enhanced healing means that the wound has already closed, I checked earlier. We can remove the bandage now if you want?"
"Yes, please. Thanks for helping me, Bruce."
"No problem, Peter."
Bruce walked over to Peter and rolled up his pajama top. He was careful to only do it enough so that the bandages were visible, but not so much that Peters' breasts were visible. Carefully, he unwrapped the bandages and took off the gauze before pulling Peters' top back down.
"How does it feel?" Bruce asked.
"A bit sore, but nothing too bad."
"Good. The team is having breakfast downstairs right now, we can go and join them if you want. I can bring you some food up here if you'd rather not."
"Oh, uhm, I'll go downstairs with you, please. Do you think I could maybe change my clothes first though?" Peter said, blushing as he looked at his pajamas.
Bruce chuckled, "Of course, Pete. Here, Tony brought up some clothes for when you woke up."
Bruce handed Peter some joggers, a T-shirt, and a hoodie.
"I'll wait outside while you change," Bruce said while walking out of the room.
Once Peter was changed, he and Bruce headed downstairs to the kitchen table. Tony, Steve, Clint, Natasha, and Sam had already sat down. Peter sat down on a spare seat next to Natasha, and Bruce sat opposite him. A buffet of food was laid across the table, and Tony urged Peter to help himself.
While the rest of the team was emerged in a conversation, Natasha began talking to Peter.
"How are you feeling, little spider? I heard what happened last night."
"I'm fine, thanks."
"Good."
"How are you, Miss Natasha?"
She smiled, "I'm good thank you."
Peter nodded and began filling up his plate.
"Um, Miss Natasha?"
"Yes, Peter?"
"I think I ruined the binder you gave me. I'm really sorry."
"What happened?"
"I was wearing it last night, so I assume it ended up with a bullet hole through it. When I woke up earlier, I saw my Spider-Man suit crumpled up on a table. It looked as if it had been cut off me, so I'm assuming the binder was cut off too."
"Why were you wearing the binder whilst on patrol? From what I understand, you aren't supposed to wear it when exercising. Being on patrol definitely counts as exercise."
"I didn't really think about it. I'm really sorry."
Natasha sighed, "It's okay, spider. I can get you a new one. You can't wear it when on patrol, though. It's dangerous. Tony won't be happy if you get injured from something I've given you."
"Okay, I promise I won't. Thank you sooo much!" Peter smiled.
"Ask Tony to put something in your suit to compress, like a binder, but safer. I'm sure he'd be happy to."
"Okay. I will."