Broken Web

tears and floor cuddels

TW ED

Peter Parker

Today was a bad day,

I had no energy for anything. I didn't want to shower, I didn't want to get out of bed, and I certainly didn't want to be tube-fed.

I had tucked myself into a ball trying to ignore Michaels coaxing and Wades poking, who was currently trying to get me to turn around so I could be fed.

I groan as Wade forcefully uncurled me and dragged me onto the padded floor.

"Wade!" Michael reprimanded. I curled back into a ball.

Wade laid down next to me. Don't ask me why he just laid there, as I wallowed in self-pity.

Purge

Yup, he's back. I didn't want to purge, but the urge to do it was growing stronger. I wasn't even sure if I could purge while on a tube.

Cold lips pressed against the name of my neck and I tensed, my neck being a huge factor in my spidey senses, ya know like the hair standing up on the back of your neck.

"I love you." He whispered. I leaned my head back to rest on his shoulder.

Exercise

I don't have the energy too...

50 push-ups
100 sit-ups
50 squats

"No. No no no!"

150 burpees
5K sprint.
300 floors

"No, I don't want to! No!"

I felt myself curl Into a small ball.

You don't have to!

A sob escaped my lips before I could stop it.

I want to get better! 

You Can't!

You can!
Believe in yourself!

I felt my head nod. I slowly uncurled myself and turned into wades chest.

He wrapped his hands around me in a tight hug and I buried myself in the crook of his neck. He rubbed his hand up and down my back applying just the right amount of pressure.

"Mr Parker, you're being lazy!" A female voice scolded.

"Get out"
"Get out!" They both replied to me.

She's right, you're being lazy.

No, he's not!

I took a deep breath and whispered in wanes ear.

Wade Wilson

I glared at the nurse who very fucking clearly doesn't know how to assess a situation. Dumb ass.

"...." Huh?

Peter whispered in my ear but I didn't catch it.

"Sorry, what was that?" I asked.

"...please?" He muttered the first bit so I still couldn't catch it.

".... What was that?" He huffed and bit my shoulder lightly in annoyance.

"Food, please. " food... FOOD!
"We can get you, food babe. You stay there and Michael will set you up. Is that okay? " I felt him nod against me.

I looked at Michael who was already pulling out everything he needed from a locked cupboard in his Peters room.

He hugged me tighter and buried himself deeper. I took the hand that was rubbing his back and placed it in his hair. Stroking and scratching his head in a comforting way.

Kissing his cheek tasted salt. Only then did I realise he was crying. Hugging him impossibly close I rocked him backwards and forwards, as you would do to a baby.

"Ready Peter?" Michael asked. He shook his head no.

"It's okay, I promise I'll be right here." I kissed his forehead.

"All day?" He asked. I quickly nodded "All day, floor cuddles all day." I promised. He seemed to hesitate a bit before taking a deep breath and shifting so the part of the tube that allows food to go through was accessible.

"You're doing amazingly Peter." Michael praised as he injected the thick pale yellow substance through the tube. I hid a grimace, it did not look too nice, to be honest.

Muffled sobs came the reply. I racked my brain for distractions until an audience member whispered "Date!!"

Then I was talking before I knew what I was saying.

"Hey Spider,  guess what. When we're well enough, I'm gonna take you out. Out in a real date. Not just sitting on a rooftop. We are gonna go to the movies or...or... Or ice skate. Even go out for a hike! Would you like that? Take a picnic out and watch the sunset? What about one of those old fashion movie settings where we watch it in a car. Yeah?" He nodded against my leg and shifted so he could look up at me.

"When we get better I will treat so so, so good," I promised. Running my hands through his hair.

"You can take me to prom?" He asked with a small voice.

Smiling I replied, "you'll be my prince charming at any prom and dances."

He smiled

"And you'll be my villain ready to whisk me away?"

I smiled down at him, his freckles that danced over his face had darkened, and his cheeks had gotten rosier, his dark circles under his eyes, were still there, had gotten clearer than before. His eyes still glossy from tears stilled held his sorry but also a tiny bit of light. His pink lips were still chapped slightly were regaining their pinkish colour. His hair wasn't as frail as before and looked fuller, it felt more silver as I ran my hand through it. His face bones had started to hid themselves back into a healthier-looking structure.

They were small details, details that anyone would have normally missed. Not me. Not me because he was my Peter Parker. He was my boyfriend that I will drag kicking and screaming into old age.  Where we would look back in this and laugh at our antics.

I leaned down and kissed his forehead.

"I promise Peter Parker."

He sent me a small smile and cuddled into me.

We would be having floor cuddles for asking as our lives would let us.

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I'm sorry for the wait.

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