🔫 [ Peter Parker and Tripp ]
Send me a 🔫 for a starter where my muse has been shot.
Peter dropped to the ground, blood dripping onto the ground under him. Glancing up, he brought his right hand up to cup the wound, staring toward the sky, he had gotten away successfully. Panting, he moved to stand, stumbling a little bit as he forced himself to move into the alleyway. He had to change out of his costume, then he could worry about being shot, more actively. Quickly he did just that, blood staining his shirt instantly.
Weakly he pulled his backpack onto a shoulder, clumsily making his way out of the alley, he took his phone out, trying to call for an ambulance before bumping into someone, his phone slipping from his blood soaked fingers and hitting the ground, shattering. Peter was knocked off his balance and fell to the ground, hitting it with a groan, his hand moving toward the bullet wound "S-sorry--" They looked...familiar...however "Harry...help..." His left hand moved out, searching for the phone.
