A Sunday Kind of Love- a Peter Parker x Reader story

Chapter 28

Y/n's POV:

I wake up and feel that the burning sensation is gone. But then I realize, I'm not in my house anymore. Shit, did he take me to his lab?

I sit up quickly but feel dizzy and have a throbbing pain in my side. I look around and feel like the room is familiar.

Bruce walks in and gives me a smile.
"Hey Y/n. I'm glad you're finally awake." I relax a little, but I have too many questions on my mind.
"How long have I been asleep?" My voice sounds rough and my eyes burn.

"About two days." Damn. "Whatever drug that man used on you was stronger than the usual anesthetic given. How are you feeling?" He asks as he presses a few buttons on his monitor.
"To be honest with you, absolute shit." He hands me a glass of water and I gulp it down.

"Language." Steve says as he walks in.
"Steve." I smile and he nods a hello.
"Hey kid." Tony walks in too. I expect him to be angry with me, but he isn't. He hands me my favorite stuffed animal from my bedroom and I take it gladly.

Soon enough almost everyone has filed in. Nat and Wanda sit at the edge of the bed, Clint sits in the chair holding a box of chocolates, and the others crowd up the room, but I don't mind. Even Loki is here, but the one person I truly ache to see is Peter.

Bruce tells me that I have a severe cut on my arm and calf which were both stitched up, and I busted my chin on the countertop when I was fighting, along with a broken rib or two. I only half listen, because I want to know where Peter is.

"Ok cool um where's Peter?" I ask quickly, not caring about my injuries.
"He was here day and night when you were unconscious. He was barely sleeping and I forced him to go home." Steve says as Tony eyes me suspiciously. I raise my eyebrows and shrug my shoulders to Tony, but even that hurts.

The Avengers leave afterwards and tell me to sleep. I resist, but after Bruce gives me this pain drug, I'm asleep in less than ten minutes.

I sleep for about an hour and when I wake up my mom is by my bed. I have a slight sinking feeling knowing that Peter still isn't here, but I hope he's getting rest. I feel bad that I made him worry so much.

"Hey honey how are you feeling?" She gives me a kiss on the cheek and I wince.
"I'm fine mom." I answer shortly. I'm mad that this happened. Of course it's not her fault, but if she has listened to me, then, you know what? It is her fault!

"Y/n I'm so sorry that I didn't listen to you. This is all my fault." No shit.
"I don't know why you didn't just listen when I warned you. I told you he was a bad person. If you would've at least given me time to tell you then I wouldn't be here." I motion to the bed and to the bandage wrapped around my torso. My mom begins to cry but I don't feel sympathetic then.

"Please give me some alone time." I murmur and close my eyes. I hear her leave the room and I breathe deeply. I begin to feel guilty for snapping at her. She didn't know any better. I need to talk to Peter.

Throughout the rest of the day I stay in bed. The team come and go, Nat bringing me stories to keep me entertained and Thor bringing me snacks that Tony doesn't want me to have.

Soon enough I ask if I can move to my room, and I do. I watch a lot of TV to try to distract myself from all of my questions but they keep flooding in. What did he mean that my dad was working for him? What serum was he talking about? Why haven't I seen Peter yet?

I sort of give up and take another nap. My phone isnt even— wait what even happened to me? How did I end up at the tower?

Tony comes in and I ask him about it.
"Well, once you gave us the emergency call I got the team and we picked you up. The man is in captivity now at the police station and your mom brought your suitcase. Everything is situated." He says and leans back in his chair.
"No it's not." I say softly.

"What do you mean kid?" He asks and rests his elbows on his knees as he leans forward. He seems weary.
"Look, he said he works for some company that my dad used to work for and he kept on talking about some serum that he needed to get out of me. I want to ask him more questions. I need to because I-i don't understand anything that's going on anymore." My voice is shaky and my leg hurts. God I'm so tired.

"Hey breathe Frizzle just relax. You've been through a lot these past few days and you need to rest. I can pull a few strings so you can question him more but for now you have to sleep." He gets up and pats me on the head. He smiles at me and leaves me be. This makes me realize how much I missed the team.

It begins to turn dark and Peter still isn't at the tower. I mean, he must have a good explanation right? He wouldn't just leave me here.

About an hour after I decide to fall asleep, I hear my window open and close. I honestly don't know if it's my imagination or not, so I don't look. But then I hear familiar breathing.

"Y/n? Are you awake?" Peter says breathlessly. I turn and see his wide eyes and his messy brown hair.
"Yeah I'm awake." He smiles at me but it's fragile, as if even his smile could hurt me. He would never hurt me.

"Well hi." He whispers nervously. He snaps me back out of my thoughts.
"Where the hell have you been Loca?" I quote from twilight, which reminds me of the marathon Peter and I had of the entire saga.

He presses the button on his suit so he's only in underwear and crawls into bed without hesitation.
"I'm so sorry love. Tony had said for me to stay away because you needed to rest. But I had to see you." I put my leg over his and he wraps an arm around my waist. His other hand messes with a strand of my hair.

We lay for a minute just being content in each other's company. I adore everything about him. The way he looks at me. How nervous he can get about asking me something. And especially moments like these. The moments where we can be in complete silence and be okay with it. There's no need for words, because everything needed to be said is put into how tight he's holding me now.

"I missed you so much." I whisper against his chest and I can sense a smile on his lips.
"I missed you like crazy too Y/n." He says. An understanding passes between us. There's no need to talk, we'll have plenty of time to do that later.

But for now, I kiss him like I haven't seen him in ages, and he holds me so close as if I'll vanish from underneath him.

It feels like the world and all its problems simply melt off of my shoulders as he heals me with his kisses and soft touches.

Jesus if I hadn't already known, I truly do now.

I've fallen in love with you Peter Parker.