"Look...believe it or not this is not the worst fight that's happened in my inner sanctum."

He sighs and kisses Peter's temple.

"We'll work it out. But either you let me take you to a hospital for this, or...I kick and scream and drug you and take you to a doctor anyway. Bruce could probably fix it, too, but he'll probably just say 'go to the ER'. You can do it for me--I like your wrist being flexible."

Miming a handjob for a second, trying desperately to make Peter smile.