[He moves to chase, but then his vision gets all crazy swirly and he nearly faceplants — and while he lays there for five seconds to adjust, he figures it's probably better to just let the dude run off. Because he might barf on his feet (again), and that would be bad. No biggie Peter, he thinks, You've dealt with buildings falling on you, a couple hits to the noggin from a super soldier assassin won't kill ya'. Groaning, he gets to his feet, not daring pull off his mask to try and clear the blood out from under it until he's away from any possibility of cameras.
Instead he cleans up a little, straightening anything toppled over and making sure his gross web grenade is cleaned off. 'Peter, I'm reading you have a mild concussion; would you like me to route you to the nearest Urgent Care clinic?' To which Peter rolls his one eye.]
No, Karen, it's a head injury, not a gnawed-off leg. C'mon...
... I was pretty uncool back there, huh...?
[Any poor soul who comes in the next day will get a little signed note:
'SORRY FOR THE HOLE IN THE WALL, STOPPED INFO FROM BEING TAKEN - SPIDER-MAN'
He's gonna be sporting a sweet Rocky-style swollen eyelid for probably the next day, but it's fine.
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Instead he cleans up a little, straightening anything toppled over and making sure his gross web grenade is cleaned off. 'Peter, I'm reading you have a mild concussion; would you like me to route you to the nearest Urgent Care clinic?' To which Peter rolls his one eye.]
No, Karen, it's a head injury, not a gnawed-off leg. C'mon...
... I was pretty uncool back there, huh...?
[Any poor soul who comes in the next day will get a little signed note:
'SORRY FOR THE HOLE IN THE WALL, STOPPED INFO FROM BEING TAKEN - SPIDER-MAN'
He's gonna be sporting a sweet Rocky-style swollen eyelid for probably the next day, but it's fine.
Coulda been worse?]