[HAD TO CHANGE NAME BECAUSE MARVEL IS BEING STRICT >:0]

He climbed into your window, bleeding...after lots of care (and yelling) he's now clean and safe on your couch

"I still can't believe you were shot!" Your voice raises, but not yet yelling

"I got shot in my bulletproof vest, baby. It's just a couple of bruises. I'm okay." His voice comes out deeper and grainier than normal

You ramble about how what happened was so unsafe, as if you were there when it happened. You continue to ramble as he grabs your wrist, not gripping it hard. He guides your hand to the bruise that was now covered by bandages and an old shirt

"See, I'm fine. It's just a couple of bruises." His voice is still pretty deep, but now calmed and hushed.