Gwen had a pretty vivid imagination. She and Peter always came up with the most elaborate schemes and stories whenever they played games together. It wasn't hard at all for her to be able to imagine herself as a nurse and Steve as a doctor while they tended to her scrapes. Scrapes that were going to be gone in a matter of maybe an hour or so but still right now they were mean looking red marks on her knees and the bruises were ugly but they'd disappear too.
"I did do that," she said, pouting a little because it did sting! But Steve was good at comforting her and it wasn't as bad as it could've been. The sting wasn't worse of a pain than the actual scrapes themselves so she managed to keep most of the tears away and just sniffled again.
Obviously kissing her knee made it feel a million times better. "You're the best, Dr. Steve! I feel so much better. But I'm gonna not climb for a little bit. Will you read to me? Can we read together?"