@fightwingmade my spider-sense tingle: 'I didn’t know where else to go …'
Send the phrase ‘ I didn’t know where else to go … ‘ for the sender’s muse to come round to the receiving muse’s home to be patched up after a particularly brutal fight.
( Feel free to specify your muse’s wounds or any other circumstances relevant to this particular scenario ! )
he’d given up on the prospect of having anything resembling a normal night a long time ago. letting his chin sink into his hand as he went through the next exam in the small stack of papers. his pen hovering over the paper, about to press down for a mark when a noise from his balcony drew his attention away. not even so much as a gentle nudge from his spider-sense, which only made him all the more curious. brows furrowing together for a second, until he opened the door and saw the source of the noise.
“ dick?” kneeling down so he could put his hands on his friends arms, “ hey, hey, come on, bud. lets get you cleaned up.” lifting him up and bringing him inside, at least half a dozen questions started to flood in. he could only hope that the other guy looked worse than this. and if he didn’t, he would by the time, peter was done with him.
setting the battered vigilante down on his couch, a quick dash and he was in his kitchen digging through the cabinets for his first aid kid. using his speed and agility so he could move back over to his friend’s side, digging through his supplies so he could start by disinfecting any of the open wounds. “ I think we’re gonna have to start keeping count of who’s had more blood on that thing, you or me.” giving a small but breathy chuckle, trying to give, dick, something to laugh about instead of focusing on his pain. “ wanna tell me what happened? anyone I need to go take care of after I’m done patching you up?”