Last night I got a call from Bruce. My dad's suit failed, and he fell from a high altitude. I wasn't on the best terms with him but he's still my dad and I still cared.
Me and Peter fell asleep on the couch. I woke up to his arms around me and his face tucked into my neck. I smiled at him and kissed his forehead.
I tried standing up but he pulled me back down. "Peter I have to go see my dad."
"5 more minutes."
I snuggled up next to him again "Fine."
He pulled me on top of him and smiled "I love you."
My face filled with shock. That's the first time either of us has said it. I smiled and kissed him. "I love you too." I grinned as he pulled me back to his lips.
We made out for awhile until I pulled away "Seriously Peter I need to get ready." I laughed.
He smiled and pecked my lips "I suppose."
I got off of him and walked into Peter's room. I went over to the basket in his closet that had some of my clothes in it. I just grabbed black jeans, and a white cropped tank top.
I got ready. I just threw my hair up in a clip and put on mascara and gold hoop earrings.
I walked back into the living room "I'll be back in a few hours, maybe less." I said with a saddened look on my face.
He stood up and walked over to me, grabbing my face "He'll be okay, I promise." He kissed me forehead and pulled me into a hug. "I love you."
I pulled away and smiled. "I love you too."
I walked out the door and to my car. I texted Bruce I was on my way and drove off. On the way there I listened to music, trying to distract myself.
The drive there felt like ages, but as I arrived I felt nervous. I parked my car outside of Tony's unnecessarily huge ass garage and walked inside.
I was greeted by Steve when I arived, great. I walked past him in silence and he caught up to my side "We really want you to come back." He said in his annoyingly serious voice. I stayed silent and didn't look at him.
We stepped in the elevator "Just to be clear I'm not here to talk about that, I'm here just to see my dad so stop asking me please."
He looked at me and then looked away. I kept my eyes focused on the elevator doors, waiting for them to open.
Once we reached the floor I walked out before Steve. I made my way to the medbay and saw Bruce. "How's he doing?"
"Fine, he should wake up within the next couple of weeks." I nodded and walked into the room he was in.
He was hooked up to all sorts of machines and wires. He had a breathing mask so I could barely see his face. Bruce left and a tear streamed down my face.
I thought to myself I should've been there. It's my fault I should've came back I could've caught him. Tears kept coming down my face. I held his hand and put my head on the bar of the hospital bed.
I heard the door open and I wiped my tears and looked over. It was Pietro. "Hey." He said.
"What do you want." I asked him.
"I'm sorry about your dad."
"Go away Pietro."
He continued walking over to me and sat in a chair. "You know," he was thinking of what to say, "Your dad is a very kind man. He did a lot for me and Wanda when you guys saved us."
He laughed "I still remember that day in the Wakanda Salvage Yard. You totally beat my ass."
I smiled "You may be fast, but your brain is slower." I thought for a minute. "The only thing I remember from that day was the vision Wanda gave me. I tried to forget about Hydra, but the vision made all of them come flooding back. I was in my room, well more of a cell. They dragged me out of there and injected god knows what into me, and the next morning I woke up, the room was on fire."
He grabbed my hand. "I'm sorry she made you see that."
I sighed and stood up "It's fine, just forget it. I should get going."
I grabbed my things and left.
When I got back I plopped back on the couch next to Peter. He looked at me. "Want to finish what we started this morning?"
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Hi! Sorry it took so long for me to post! Ill post a few tomorrow! ❤️
