“Well, this is a bit more of a band-aid job, which is fine. All my funky Hello Kitty and MLP ones got left at home, and those heal your wounds better than normal ones.” He poked at the wound a moment. It missed anything super important and should heal fine. Or Spidey’s leg would fall off. Either or.

“I am gonna need help with this, though. I need you to to help tie off our MacGuyver bandaid here.” He reaches down to rip the cleanest strip of his weird cloak jacket he can find. “Now, I gotta tell you, normally you don’t take the thing out outside of a hospital, but you can’t move around with it in there, yeah?”

He rips the strip of wool in half and hands half to Peter. “Fold this up for me, it’s gonna have to be our gauze.”