"Deep breaths ok deep breaths" Steve instructed as Pietro continued applying pressure.
"If you press any harder your hands are going to be feeling my intestines" I said making it known that Pietro was applying a little too much pressure.
"Sorry, sorry" he quickly replied lifting his hands a little.
Light tears were running down my face from the pain. Internally I was telling myself to suck it up, but it was just too painful.
"Is this what death feels like" I joked and Steve glared at me giving me a 'don't even joke about that' look. He was such a mom.
The team was majority of the time successful in shielding me from injuries, but this was one of the most major injuries I had sustained.
My last major injury was on my first mission but back then I had accidentally shot myself, the bullet grazed my leg only slightly but from then on I wasn't allowed to use a gun until I proved I could handle it. It was like I had to get a pen license but for a gun !
My powers only worked on other people I knew that from when I once scraped my knee and my healing powers didn't work. So the only thing we could do now was wait for actual medical attention.
"Don't cry kiddo I promise we'll be there soon" Steve said reassuringly as he wiped my tears gently with his thumbs. I just closed my eyes and groaned in response.
"We're here love" Pietro said, and I would've jumped in joy if I could. We were greeted by a very worried-looking Wanda and Tony.
Wanda was slightly floating in the air and Tony's forehead was creased with worry lines. A little dramatic in my opinion but who am I to judge, I cry every time one of my favourite characters in a show dies.
"What the hell happened?" Wanda asked as the medical team hurried in ready to transport me.
"It's a gunshot wound, too quick no one could predict it" I said defending Steve and Pietro.
"You'll be ok sweetie" Tony said reassuringly as I slowly lost consciousness due to a great loss of blood.
I woke up on my bed with an asleep Steve and Pietro by my side and an awake Peter. There was a bandage around my stomach and the pain was at a minimum probably because of the pain meds.
"Hey Pete" I smiled
"I was so worried Mr Stark told me what happened, and I rushed over here, and then you weren't awake and"
"Slow down Pete I'm ok" I laughed as Peter blushed slightly out of breath.
The commotion must've woken up the rest as they were by my side in a matter of seconds.
"Guys really I'm ok stop fusing" I said as I pushed Steve who was fluffing my pillows and kicked Pietro who was adjusting my blanket.
"Does this mean I can take Monday off school?" I asked Steve and he laughed
"Take the whole week whatever you like just don't scare us like that again" he said, and I smiled.
Steve and Pietro left the room and I motioned for Peter to sit.
"So Pete how was your day?" I asked
"Not as adventurous as yours" he replied.
"I love when you call me Pete you know" Peter said as he looked at his hands
"What can I say I love nicknames" I smiled.
Everyone in the house had a nickname for me, and it was one simple way that made me feel so loved.
Peter smiled at me and at that moment I felt a little match ignite in my stomach, a feeling of comfort and warmth. His smile suddenly made me want to blush. It was the worry and care he portrayed that had reeled me in.
Who knew a simple gun shot wound would open up more than just skin.
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