Wilted (Peter Parker x Reader)

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*A/N: Hippocampus is the part of your brain that holds memory*

Narrator

You felt like you were awake but your eyes remained shut as if someone was holding them closed.

The feeling of no feeling was familiar in a way that gave you chills, yet you couldn't even feel the shivering sensation in your body.

In fact, you couldn't feel your body at all.

You couldn't feel your back laying flat on the hospital bed. You couldn't smell the bitter tang of the different sanitizers that left remnants in the operating room. You couldn't see Dr. Banner preparing a thick syringe or Peter pacing in circles beside you. You couldn't hear the cries of the young man or the frustrated shouts of the older one.

Nothing.

You felt absolutely nothing.

But then, everything.

Your eyes shot open as soon as the syringe pierced between your ribs, gliding like a hot knife and stabbing into your lung. Your eyes widened with horror and pain as your wrists were immediately pinned down beside you. All you could see was a bright light. It ached your already sore eyes but any attempt to move your gaze failed.

"She's awake!" A younger voice yelled from beside you; You could not recognize it as Peter's.

"You need to keep her still!" Bruce yelled back as he began extracting the misplaced fluids in your lungs.

"Stay still!" A distant voice echoed from your hippocampus.

"Wha-" You tried to ask what was happening but was cut short with another pain from your chest. You tried to move your arms down to cradle your pain but barely wiggled before the fingers tightened even more. Your breath was raspy as your fear forced a cry from your lips.

"Hurry, Banner!" Peter cried out as he watched you struggle to breathe again. He noticed a trickle of blood from the corner of your mouth, showing that there was internal bleeding after all. You had begun thrashing around in his grasp,  letting out a bloody, wet scream and kicking your legs.

You wanted to scream at these unknown people to get away, disgusted with the unknown hands that roamed your body, but your breath was returning slower and slower each time. You could feel the various fluids like pus and blood filling the searing hot spot in your lungs.

You felt the agonizing pain of the syringe pulling from your chest, the doctor knowing how dangerous it was with how much you were moving around. He had gotten some of the air and fluid out, but not enough. As the needle exited the surface of your skin, you felt a sudden rush of adrenaline. With the last of your breath you brought your knee up sharply. If you had any air left, you would have sighed in relief as it collided with a body.

As Peter yelped and fell momentarily to the ground, you flipped yourself off of the bed in the other direction. Your arms managed to break your fall before you were able to lift your head and make out your surroundings.

The room was dark and damp, wreaking of must and sweat. Looking down not two inches from your nose, you saw the dark gray cement coated in your own blood. You pushed yourself up rapidly as your eyes made contact with a body a few feet away from you. The lab coat draping the laying corpse was dirty but not a single drop of blood was seen on him.

Where were you?

You pushed yourself up to your feet and gazed down at the man, your legs shivering with fear and confusion as you looked into his lifeless eyes.

I did this.

Your legs grew weak, causing you to stumble to the side. You managed to catch yourself on the dark wall before hitting the ground.

"Y/n." A distant voice called. Your eyes darted around the dark room, not able to see anything more than a few feet in front of you. "Y/n!" The same voice yelled louder.

You closed your eyes tight and held your head as it began to pulse to the sound of your quickening heartbeat. Your fingers trembled against your temples as you tried to cry out to be left alone.

"Y/N!!!" The shrill scream pierced you from your vivid flashback as your eyes shot back open.

Your hands flew over your mouth in disbelief, eyes peeking over your fingers with horror as you took in your new surroundings.

The room was bright and lively as the cracked window let in a gentle breeze with the sunlight. The walls reflected the sun's beams as they were such a pure shade of white. The tile beneath your bare feet was dry and warm, almost bringing you a pinch of comfort.

You were leaning against the clean wall, eyes now trained on Peter.

How did you get back here to him? How did you end up with the doctor again to begin with?

Peter was standing in front of you in his suit, arms up like he was trying to help but didn't know how.

Your eyes traveled across the details of his mask before slowly gazing behind him. His arms were quick to restrain you as your pupils flared and heat filled your body the second you laid eyes on the lab coat. You lunged forward to defend yourself but made no progress forwards.

"No!" You screeched out with anguish as Bruce cautiously watched you from across the room. Peter's arms held onto you tightly but he knew you didn't have the strength to physically fight him. You wanted to scream more, curse the doctor out or even plead for your life, but you couldn't. The pain in your torso was becoming unbearable.

Peter flipped you around in his arms so he could watch Doctor Banner, both of you facing him, but you immediately started to kick your legs out. You looked like a toddler throwing a tantrum but you would do anything to get away from this evil man.

"Give me the anesthetic!" Peter yelled and switched his grasp on you so that one hand was free to catch the different syringe. Your eyes looked up to Peter with betrayal as he held you captive for the maniac in white.

He looked down at you as the hairs stood up on his arms. He wasn't quick enough as you slammed your hips backwards, hitting him right in the groin. He choked out a groan as his body naturally reacted to the pain in his lower half. You looked at the doctor, who was quickly and involuntarily absorbing the rage you were casting into the air.

His eyebrows furrowed as he glared at you from the other side of the room, you meeting his angry look.

Peter tried desperately to collect himself as he watched the two of you glaring.

"(Your nickname) please, we're trying to help you!" He gasped out as he forced himself to stand up straight.

"You don't want to make me angry." Bruce growled in a deepening voice as your fists clenched at your sides. Your shoulders bounced up and down rapidly as you were only able to take in a second of breath. Peter noticed the bobbing in your body as you became lightheaded quickly.

"...Bruce, toss me the syringe and get out of here..." You couldn't hear fully as Peter spoke cautiously, taking a slow step towards you from behind. 

Your chest erupted into another fit of pain as you began a raspy cough. You ignored the splatters of blood that flung from your throat.

"Bruce!" Peter yelled as Banner continued to glare at you, The Hulk feeling challenged. Bruce's fingers slowly moved across the table in front of him but his eyes stayed planted on yours. You were both waiting for the other to strike, and then it was on.

As he grabbed the needle in a sharp movement, your hand grabbed something from off the tray beside your hospital bed. Bruce growled and slammed his fists on the counter before taking a step forwards.

As you raised the exacto knife above your head, you felt an immediate release of fluid in your lungs. Your breathing turned from a hoarse crackle to a sickening gurgle but stopped all together as your legs finally gave out.

Peter was already behind you as you crumbled to the ground, catching you before you dropped more than a foot. The tension in the room dissipated as soon as you fell back into oblivion.

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A/n
I'll update again spritely since this one was pretty short! ♥️
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