"Mostly," Peter echoed with a roll of his eyes. Steve reminded him way too much of himself. He found the medical supplies, having a seat so he could reach the various open wounds. He started with the ones Steve was least likely to take care of on his own.

"I still have the training," he said, cleaning the wound again-- more professionally, of course-- before putting a bandage over it. "Do you always heal this slow, or is this because of Hell?"