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This is not how Peter expected his day to go. At all. Sometimes he wonders if the gods could actually hate him this much? He thinks they do, why else- “We won’t hurt ya’ kiddo. We worried about the blood that’s on ya. I got a nurse friend who can help, Leslie’s her name.” The guy with the Red helmet says, completely interrupting Peter’s mind spiral. Oh god, Casey was gonna kill him. Jesse was gonna freak out so much, considering Vulture hit him so hard he still has black spots in his vision.