Prompt 19, suggested by unicorncantremeber!

"Ned! Your dad and I are heading out!"

Ned turned his swivel chair to his mom and stood up, hugging her.

"I'll see you tomorrow after school." She said, kissing his forehead. "Is Peter still coming tonight?"

"Yeah, as far as I know."

"Okay. There's money for pizza on the counter. Call me if you need anything."

"I will." Ned insisted, as she kissed his forehead a second time. "Bye. I love you."

"Love you too." His mother insisted, before leaving the room and going to the car with Ned's father.

He sat back down at his desk, and continued to breeze through his homework for twenty minutes, and when Peter still hadn't gotten there, he texted him, before picking up his knitting and turned on Star Wars for background noise.

By the time Luke had blown up the Death Star, Peter still hadn't shown up, so Ned was almost to the point of calling him, when he heard a knock at his window and saw Peter outside.

He let out a sigh of relief when he saw him and opened the window so his friend could climb inside.

"You scared the shit out of me, Peter. I was about to call you."

"Um, I would stay scared shitless if I were you." Peter insisted with a swallow, as he lowered himself from the ceiling and turned toward him, a hand over his suit, where blood was coming down from it and starting to drip onto the floor.

Ned swallowed harshly. He had never been good with blood, but he knew that his first aid training he had gotten after the incident at Coney Island was bound to be used one day, even if they never did teach him how to do stitches, just how to stop the blood flow.

"Okay, um...lay on the floor. I'm gonna go get the first aid kit and be right back." He insisted, running to the bathroom, and starting to go through the cabinets, quickly finding the first aid kit and grabbing it, before going to his parents room.

His mom and dad both worked at the hospital (neurologist and E.R. nurse, respectively) and his dad always kept a suture kit under the bed in case of a emergency where the person would bleed out before they got to the hospital.

Ned quickly grabbed it, and went back into his room, closing the door behind him as he sat beside the clear stab wound on Peter's left side (Peter had pulled the shot down to his waistline as well as taken off the mask), grabbing gloves and gauze out of the kit, pressing it on his side after putting the gloves on, causing him to suck in a breath.

"So what happened?" Ned asked, grabbing more gauze when he saw the blood quickly leaking through the gauze. "Cause this looks bad."

"I was finishing patrol for the night, and I saw a drug deal happening, can't remember if it was opioids or cocaine, so I went to stop it, and-" he stopped to swallow as he looked down at the wound, seeing the blood gushing against the gauze, as well as the scowl on Ned's face. "The guy who was buying them ran, and the guy who was selling them grabbed a...a ice pick, I think, from his pocket, and just went at me. He must've gotten me five or six times before I got away. I knew I couldn't make it upstate or back to my own apartment, so I came here, cause my only other option was MJ, and..."

"I know she doesn't know yet." Ned insisted, knowing that stopping the bleeding was becoming least likely to happen. "Peter, I'm gonna need to stitch you up, okay?"

"You know how to do that?"

"No, but I can knit hats, so I can probably stitch you up. Plus, both my parents are doctors. I know some things."

"Okay..." Peter said breathlessly, starting to get dizzy and tired. "Go fast, before I pass out."

Ned nodded, and sterilized the wound before threading the needle, and without hesitation, started to stitch up his best friend, having to ignore the sounds of him whimpering, trying not to cry.

••••••••••••••••

"Done." Ned said breathlessly, the adrenaline wearing off as he fought not to pass out himself. "Just lay there while I clean up, and then I'll drive you to the compound."

"W-wait. Why are you taking me to the compound."

"One, my dad doesn't keep blood in our house for emergency transfusions, and two, you were stabbed with a ice pick and haven't had a tetanus shot since you were 7, and if it's been more then five years, which, it's been nine, then you need another one."

"You don't know where the compound is." Peter tried to protest as Ned threw out the bloody gloves and used equipment, before starting to wipe the floor.

"You think I didn't scan Upstate New York on Google Maps once I heard they were relocating to find it? Yeah, it took two hours, but I found it, and I have it saved on my phone."

"But it's two hours away."

"And I'd rather drive for two hours to keep you from contracting tetanus then let you die. I know you don't like needles, and I just had to sew you up, but you need it, Peter. You know you do."

"Fine." Peter groaned, starting to stand up, but Ned stopped him.

"Your suit is half on and you'll pull the stitches."

"Fine." Peter groaned, grabbing his phone from a now visible pocket on the suit, and speed dialing one of the numbers, before pressing it to his ear. "Hey, Mr. Stark...yeah, I'm aware it's almost two a.m., but you said to call you if I got hurt."

••••••••••••••

"Well, good news, Peter." Tony looked up at him after examing the stitches. "Ned actually did this correctly, which means we don't have to rip it out and redo it."

"Yay." Peter smiled slightly, before going back to picking at the band-aid over where he was (rudely, he might add) stabbed with a needle.

"I'll call May, you go to sleep."

Tony walked out of the med-bay after that, after setting the lights to Peter's settings, before turning to Ned.

"Thanks for doing that, Ned."

"Well, I wasn't gonna let him bleed out. I'm just glad my parents taught me that stuff when I was younger, on top of the first aid course I did earlier this year." Ned rambled, being so flustered by the fact that he was talking to TONY FREAKING STARK and was doing everything not to fanboy.

"Well, Peter will be here till tomorrow afternoon, and he's being supervised, so Happy will take you home. Just remember to give him the address." Ned nodded, starting to walk where Happy was, when he heard. "And hey."

"Yes?"

"Have Peter give you my number in case this happens again."

Ned nodded, and held in a grin wider then Saturn's rings as he followed Happy to the limo, before sending a text to Peter.

Ned: Tony Stark is WAY cooler then you said, liar!