the one where sh*t happens

Chapter Five

*Peter pov*
I used my webs to swing to the compound straight after school.
I'd had no texts or calls from y/n, and I was worried something bad happened. I had no way of knowing who the person was pretending to be her dad.
"Y/n" I called as I walked through the door "y/n are you here?"
I saw Natasha and Steve heading out the door.
"Have you seen y/n?" I asked them.
"You don't know?" Steve replied.
"Know what? What happened? Where is she?"
"I think you should come with us" Nat answered.
I followed them and sat in the back seat of their car.
I could hear them whispering, but couldn't tell what they were saying.
———
My heart sank as we pulled up to the hospital. The car parked, and Nat and Steve just sat there for a moment.
"W-what happened?" I stuttered.
Steve turned in his chair to face me. "There was an accident. She was fighting with Bucky and- "
"Did he hurt her?" I yelled and quickly unfastened my seatbelt, going to get out the car. The backdoors were locked.
"No. He didn't hurt her" Nat said calmly "he just got mad. He hit the wardrobe, but it fell over."
Oh god. I stopped struggling with the door handle and sank back in the chair.
After a moment, Steve and Nat put on some baseball caps and got out the car. They opened the door and I followed them into the hospital.

*narrator pov*
Bucky was in the room with you, where you lay on a bed unconscious. He was tightly holding your hand in his.
Miraculously, the doctor had said, your injuries weren't too severe. They patched up the cut on your head, and treated your broken arm. It was surprisingly little after a whole wardrobe had fallen on you.
You felt yourself start to wake up.
Your eyes slowly opened, and you looked up at the blinding lights on the ceiling.
You had a headache and your right arm was sore. Someone was holding your left hand.
"Peter?" You groaned without looking.
"No, doll, it's me" Bucky smiled at you, relieved you had finally woken up. He leaned forward in his chair and kissed the back of your hand.
You pulled it away from him, and turned so the back of your head was facing him.
"Y/n. Y/n/n please look at me."
"Bucky..." you groaned at the wall on the other side of the room. He stroked your hair, and you rolled over to make eye contact with him. "Bucky. I can't..."
"Don't do this doll. I'm sorry. Forgive me" he pleaded.
You sighed as you looked back at the ceiling. You rested your eyes.
"I think you should go" you muttered.
"I'm not leaving."
"Please. Just go."
"No." He sank back in his chair.
He was being difficult.
"Buck..."
"No. I'm not leaving you doll."
You groaned at him.
"I'm not leaving my girlfriend."
You dropped your head in his direction.
"I'm not your girlfriend. Not anymore."
He looked into your eyes, but you didn't say anything more.
Suddenly, he stood up and stormed out, kicking his chair on the way out.
You stared at the point where he was just sitting.
A nurse came in to check on you. "You're awake! How are you feeling?"
"I want... I need Peter."
You were still staring where Bucky once was.
"Who's Peter? Is he your boyfriend?"
"No. He's, he's my best friend" you turned to the nurse "I need you to find Peter."

*Peter pov*
I was sitting, waiting, nervous. Sam was there when we arrived, and Steve and Nat had sat with him.
I sat a few chairs away, on my own.
I was so worried about y/n. I couldn't lose her. I couldn't have a life without her.
After being there for about 10 minutes, I saw Bucky storm down a hallway.
"How's y/n?" Sam got up to ask, but Bucky didn't pause as he stormed out the building.
It didn't help my nerves. But maybe it meant y/n was awake.
A few minutes later, a nurse came into the waiting room and approached the other three.
"Y/n is ok and awake. She's doing just fine."
I let out a long breath, a sigh of relief. Thank God.
"She's asking for Peter. Is that one of you?"
I sat up in my chair, and met the eyes of the others.
The nurse noticed and looked at me. "She wants to see you."
I followed her down the hall and through some doors. I began to ran when I saw her through a window.
"Y/n! I'm so glad you're ok!" I burst into her room.
She was staring at a chair on the other side of the bed, before she looked over at me. She sat up in the bed, and smiled for the first time since she woke up. "Peter."
I ran to her bedside and gave her a hug.
"Ow" she winced. Her arm was in a cast and she had a bandage wrapped around part of her head.
"Oh no. I'm sorry."
"It's ok."
I kissed her gently on the forehead and sat down in a chair next to her.
"So what happened with Bucky?"
"We, uh. We broke up."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. We never worked."
"I thought you loved each other."
"We did."
She didn't say anything after that, and I didn't know how to respond.
We sat in silence until the others finally came to find us.
They each hugged her in turn, asking if she was alright.
"Can I ask you a question?" Y/n asked, gesturing towards them. "Why are you all wearing baseball caps indoors?"
I laughed "I think they're meant to be disguises."
At that, she looked down into her lap.
"Oh right. Because no one can know that..."
"... know that we know you" Nat finished her sentence "I'm sorry. We don't want to put you in any danger."
"No, it's fine. I'm just glad that you're here" she smiled up at them. Then she looked at me. "Where, w-what... does aunt May know?"
I shook my head. "I was just going to tell her you had a fall down the stairs at school."
"Thank you. Oh, she's going to be so mad that I didn't tell her myself."
"No she wont. It's going to be ok" I assured.
———
*y/n pov*
Peter was right.
Aunt May came to pick me up in the morning, and she was just happy that I was ok.
We went home, and she let both Peter and I take the day off school.
We had a movie marathon all day, barely getting off the couch. By the end of the day, Peter had drawn doodles all over my cast.
It was a Friday, so we had the next two days off too.
On Sunday, Peter took me to the compound to see the others.
We were having a great time, sitting altogether in the living room.
Then Bucky walked in. Everyone stopped talking.
He looked over at where I was, snuggled up to Peter in a chair.
Bucky paused, before leaving the room through the same door he had walked in without saying anything.
"Can we go?" I whispered to Peter, he nodded and we left through a different door.

*narrator pov*
"How long is this going to be going on for?" Tony asked after you and Peter had gone.
"I don't know" Steve replied, still looking at the door Bucky had walked out of.
"They're going to be ok, right? Things will work out" Bruce wondered.
"I don't know" Steve repeated.