The Broken Spider-Man - A Peter Parker Fanfiction

Chapter Thirty-two - Y/N joins the fight

TW: mentions of death, mentions of trauma, mentions of mental health issues.

Y/N's P.O.V

Pain swept through my body, some areas numb and some experiencing shots of white-hot pain as I slowly started to come back to consciousness. Cries and whimpers left my lips, everything in me screaming at me to open my eyes, but my body also feeling far too weak to do the simple action. I gulped harshly in a desperate attempt to get any form of moisture into my mouth, but soon found that my throat was just as dry as swallowing only made the feeling worse.

"Mr Stark, she's awake." I heard someone say, making my heart jump in my chest.

"Mr Stark-what?" I croaked.

"Hey, it's alright, you're safe, Y/N." The familiar voice spoke as a hand got placed on my shoulder. I forced my eyes open slightly, them immediately shutting again as they were met with a harsh luminescent light. Come on, Y/N, you've got to open your eyes, I thought to myself as I forced them back open again. I blinked, my eyes soon adjusting to the light and allowing me to look around me as I fully woke up. My eyes widened, a choke leaving my lips and fear filling my head as I seemed to be in a medical suite. Though it looked far too nice to be in the hospital.

"What-where am I-what happened, where's Peter?" I gulped.

"Hey, it's okay, take it easy." I looked up, my eyes widening further as Tony was by my side, his hand being the one on my shoulder. I looked desperately around the room again, tears starting to leave my eyes as I couldn't see Peter. I couldn't see him anywhere.

"Is he dead, did Peter die in the explosion?" I choked as I looked back up at my boyfriend's old mentor.

"He's okay, Y/N, he's alive and is okay, you were the one who was almost killed. He's alright, but you're not going to like the reason for him not being here." He warned. I looked at him, the man sighing as he returned the glance. My eyes widened, my gaze wavering and my heart plummeting to my feet as it all clicked.

"Oh my god. He went after The Vulture, didn't he? He went alone, didn't he?" I cried and shook my head, making Tony sigh again.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, yes, he did. But he's going to be okay. He's fought this asshole before, and he won. And he's stronger now, he's older, he's grown as a person." He nodded.

"He's also so hellbent on protecting me that he'll do stupid shit, like go after that guy alone! I need to help him." I shook my head, making Tony's eyes widen as I started to pull at the countless wires that were attaching me to the surrounding machines.

"Woah, stop, are you crazy?! Peter is superhuman, you are just human, you will die if you try to stop this guy, this isn't a fucking joke, Y/N." He scoffed as he pulled my hands away from the wires.

"I don't care if I die, as long as Peter lives, and he might not if he goes up against that guy again."

"Y/N, listen to me."

"I'm sorry, Tony, but I need to do this, I need to help-."

"For the love of fucking god, just stop." He cut me off as he sat down on the bed next to my body and grabbed my biceps. I gulped harshly and looked at him, tears pricking my eyes as he stared at me. He sighed and looked down for a second before returning his gaze to me.

"I'm sorry for snapping, I shouldn't have talked to you like that. But before he left, Peter made me promise to look after you. He made me promise that no matter what happened to him, you'd be okay, and that I'd make sure of that. I promised him that, Y/N, and whether you like it or not, looking after you includes making sure that you don't go after him. Even if that means that I have to handcuff you to the bed. I will do it if it means protecting you for Peter." He nodded. I choked and shook my head, tears running down my face as I stared at the man.