It Takes Two 🕷Peter Parker [4]

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Alexandra

With Tony finally awake, Alexandra figured she should probably go and say hello—thank him for saving the universe and all that.

She hadn't exactly been taking care of herself for the last few weeks, so Alexandra finally forced herself into the shower. She washed her hair and scrubbed herself clean of the grief she had been stewing in for nearly a month. She figured Tony and Peter and the rest of his family would probably need some time alone, so Alexandra took her time, and when she finally hopped out, the mirror was fogged up with steam.

Alexandra wiped it away and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked cleaner, that was for sure, but she wasn't sure she felt any better. Maybe just a little bit. It was good news that Tony was awake, and she hoped her mood would reflect that. She had already been wallowing for a month. She didn't want to show up in Tony's hospital room with any—negative vibes. Only good vibes for him, for Peter.

She quickly got dressed, throwing on a clean pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt along with her converse shoes (her Pa had brought some things for her when he had traveled to Wakanda from New York and she sometimes wondered if he'd had to dig through old storage to find it). Alexandra didn't bother drying her hair and instead combed it back, tucking it behind her ears, before—for the first time in several weeks—leaving her room and meeting her father in the living space.

He glanced up from his phone as she entered, his expression brightening. "Hey, are you ready?" He asked, his voice soft and gentle. She nodded. "May says everybody else has already been to see him, so we won't be overwhelming him or anything like that."

"Is Peter still there?" Alexandra asked.

"Yeah, he should be. May was saying Mr. Stark wasn't too keen on letting him out of his sight."

Alexandra smiled softly. Of course he wasn't.

***

Most hospitals were these white, pristine, sterile places that always made Alexandra feel like she should be whispering, sort of like being in church. Wakandan hospitals didn't feel like that, though. They were very high tech—it felt more like being at the Avengers compound than it did a hospital.

Alexandra realized on their walk to the hospital just how beautiful Wakanda really was. She had sort of looked around when they arrived last month—no, not last month, five years ago—to try and save Vision, but to be fair there had been a lot going on, so she hadn't actually been able to get a good look at the city's beauty. Then, afterwards, she hadn't given herself to look around because she had been locked away in a room mourning her father.

So yeah. She missed out a bit.

While Alexandra didn't have clue where they were going, her Pa hadn't been locking himself away so he led the way through the hospital. He seemed to know right where to go, and Alexandra suddenly found herself wondering how many times he had actually been to visit Tony in the hospital and check on things. Were he and Tony close? She realized she actually didn't know anything about her Pa's life anymore, things were so different.

"Are you and Mr. Stark close?" She suddenly asked as they turned a corner into the hallway that led to the main waiting area. "Like—during the—when I wasn't—" Alexandra hesitated. "Did you get close to the Avengers?"

Her Pa glanced over at her and smiled, shaking his head. "No, not me," He said. "Your father—he did, though. I—well, we didn't... talk much, after everything. But I knew he and Mr. Stark—Tony—became friends. Not that they weren't already, what with the whole—secretly working for Stark Industries..." He sighed, shaking his head.