[ The refusal isn't completely unexpected. Matt makes an irritated noise in answer, fingers fretfully mapping the blood-slick skin around the wound. Peter's chatter is distracting, but Matt can't afford to let it skew his focus. His head tips, listening hard to Peter's body, trying to sense whether or not there's internal bleeding. If there was Matt might have hypocritically deposited Peter at the hospital for appropriate medical attention, regardless of protest.

But gentle inspection leads Matt to believe it's a surface wound, if a gaping one. It needs stitches. Not webbing. Which limits Matt's options; he doubts Claire would meet them on this rooftop. ]

You're not calling me Alonso. [ He protests, absently. ] And if we don't do something about this, you won't be calling anyone anything.

[ Peter's flippancy is stressing Matt out. He's more worried about Peter bleeding out in the way home at this point. ]

I can take care of this, if you won't let me take you to a hospital.

[ Because Matt's apartment is next on the list of potential venues for makeshift surgeries. ]