WE'RE NOT! Peter/Same
Peter sits with Sam awkwardly in the emergency room's waiting room, Sam is covered in soot and minor burns, his shirt burnt up to a point it exposes his entire stomach, his pants' waist band is burnt too...In reality he had an incident with the helmet, but as far as the hospital knows he was being an idiot with fireworks.
To be fair he was being an idiot with the helmet, so badly so, in fact, that the S.H.I.E.L.D. staff isn't allowed to help him, orders of Nick Fury himself.
"Sam Alexander?" A nurse calls.
The two teens head back with her, where they take his vitals, and get him set up in a room to wait for an available doctor.
"I can't believe you," Peter whispers.
"I can't believe you!" Sam crosses his arms.
"Ah, Mr. Alexander, and your...boyfriend?" The doctor comes in.
"No!" Both teens cry.
"I-I'm just his friend," Peter clarifies.
"My mistake! Sorry!" The doctor laughs.