"They gave me enough to put me out for several hours, so they weren't really checking." Peter shrugged, not nearly as bothered by it. They'd taken care of his wounds, so they couldn't really be that bad, right? And Tony was in a fairly stable condition, all things considered.

When Tony couldn't reach it, Peter stifled a wince and got up out of the bed, stretching out sore limbs and crossing the distances with the medicine. He offered the needle to Tony, leaning against the railing of his bed so his legs didn't fail him. "I promise I don't have anything."

"What's wrong with Coach?" Because haha whoops, the last Christmas gift he bought May was a Coach purse. "You know, I gotta be honest, I've run out of designers that I know."