Wilted (Peter Parker x Reader)

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(CAUTION: This chapter does include some small talk about opioids. Though the use is strictly medical and in no way will I touch on addictions, I feel like it isn't fair of me not to give you a heads up. I love you, stay safe.)

Narrator

Your eyes shot open, shattering your mind from the blank and empty space it was in, and you could feel yourself choking in a breath. A sting rocketed across your skull as you promptly darted your eyes around to take in the surroundings you were confused over.

The last thing you could remember was the same awful head pain you experienced in the middle of your fight with Peter.

Peter.

Your eyes quickly found his body curled up uncomfortably in a rigid looking chair, completely metal with no cushioning. His eyes were shut but the expression on his face was troubled. His arms were crossed over his chest as his head rested against the wall behind him. He was sound asleep. He was in a cozy looking pair of sweatpants and wore some sort of t-shirt you couldn't make out.

Looking down, you noticed your body was wearing the same clothes as before. The dried blood patching your clothes was starting to smell but you didn't care at this point. Your hands had been rebandaged but everything else was left untouched. Your body was laying in an above average hospital bed, and a thin but soft blanket was draped over, tucked in with care.

You swiftly uncovered yourself and swung your legs over the side of the hospital bed, trying to ignore the throbbing that oozed from every muscle under your skin. Your feet made no noise as they kissed the ground delicately, as to which you quickly began to tiptoe over to him. You almost yelped too loudly as something caught in your arm and yanked you backwards. You quickly looked down and without a second thought ripped the strange IVs out of your bruised arm. Turning around abruptly, you almost marched over to him.

Why did you spare him? Why did you hesitate so strongly when you almost didn't notice your dangerous touch nearly destroy his exposed skin?

You pondered yourself mercilessly as you stopped right in front of him. His skin was cleaned from any of the blood and dirt that covered him from the fight but the different blotches of bruising wasn't so easy to get rid of. His cheeks were a bit swollen still and the bruising under his eyes showed a hefty nose injury, healing nonetheless. He definitely looked better than you felt.

Suddenly, you could feel all of your own injuries. From the sharp pain in your ankle to the bruising that nearly coated your skin, you were hurting.

Your eyes gazed from Peter's nose to his cheeks, then quickly changed to your own fingers. Bringing your hand up in front of your eyes, you clenched your fist once and relaxed it, watching the skin shift and pull over your knuckles.

Your hand moved down slowly and hovered above his crossed arms hesitantly.

It shouldn't feel like this. There was a time where you never second guessed laying your hands on whoever stood in your way, so why is he so different?

Your fingers made nearly microscopic dances in the air as you were waiting for any piece of you to feel like it was supposed to happen, but nothing came to mind. Something in you remembered him and begged you not to lay a finger on his precious skin.

It happened so fast, you were too startled to even react.

The hairs on his arms stood up and barely kissed against your skin before Peter's eyes shot up. Within a blink of the eye, he flipped his chair from underneath him and put it between the two of you.

You stared at him in amazement as he revealed his true speed to you, a speed that he did not use during your fight at all. He beat you, clearly, and he wasn't even trying his hardest? You were weak. He made you weak.