The Broken Spider-Man - A Peter Parker Fanfiction

Chapter Twenty-seven - Freedom. Just for one night

TW: mentions of trauma.

I walked into Peter's room in Tony's house, a sigh leaving my lips as I saw the boy sitting on the edge of the bed. His eyes were squeezed shut, his teeth clenched in pain as he eased himself up and hugged his torso with his arm. I could tell that he was still in a lot of pain despite the fact that he had started to heal, and it killed me to see him like that.

"Need any help?" I asked, making him look up at me as I walked fully into the room.

"I'm okay, baby. I need to do this by myself." He nodded. I bit my lip and returned it, quiet groans and whimpers of pain leaving his lips as he stood from the bed. He puffed out and looked at me.

"Let's get out of here." He smiled. I chuckled and shook my head as I took his hand, our stay at Tony's house having come to an end as we left the room. We headed out into the living room, both of us giving Tony small smiles as he stood waiting for us by the door.

"It was lovely to host you two, even if it was because Peter almost died." He chuckled, making us laugh as he gave Peter a gentle hug.

"Thank you as always, Mr Stark. It means a lot." He nodded.

"Of course, kid. Look, I know that you two have a lot of your plates right now, what with thugs being sent after you every other day, but I'm having a party at the Tower next week. I'd love it if you could come, it'll be fun and will be a chance for you two to de-stress a bit." He returned the nod.

"Sounds amazing, Mr Stark. Thank you." Peter smiled. Tony returned it and patted Peter's shoulder before looking at me.

"You've got a good one there, Pete. Don't let her go." He shook his head. I looked down and tried not to blush, my lip in between my teeth and my heart feeling happy at the compliment.

"Don't worry, Mr Stark, I don't plan to." Peter returned. I looked back up at them and gave them small smiles.

"Thanks for everything, Mr Stark. As always, thank you." I nodded as we headed out of the door.

"Of course, you know where to find me if you need help. Now, get out of here and have a relaxing movie night or something, I don't know what kids do these days." He shrugged, making us chuckle as we headed down his path.

"See you at the party, Mr Stark." Peter smiled and waved as he took my other hand in his. I sighed and bit my lip, nerves filling my stomach at the idea of the party as we walked away from the man's house.

"Peter, seriously, what are we doing here?" I gulped, my hand still joined with Peter's as he dragged me through the women's formal dresses section of the very fancy and expensive-looking department store. Which, for some reason, Peter had insisted that we go to before going home.

"Simple. I'm going to buy you a dress for the party." He smiled. My eyes wavered.

"Peter, listen to me-."

"This one's nice, don't you think?"

"Peter, stop." I gulped as I pulled my hand out of his. He turned to look at me, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes slightly wide at my reaction.

"What's wrong, baby? Why do you look so upset?" He asked.

"Why do I look so upset, you ask." I scoffed and shook my head as I sat down on one of the pink pouffes that were in the section before burying my face into my hands. Peter sighed and sat down next to me, his hand landing on my back as he gently rubbed it.