Wilted (Peter Parker x Reader)

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Peter

I was still on my knees when Mr. Stark walked back in the room, despite the fact I had managed to catch my breath. My eyes were half closed as I stared at the floor with grief.

"Peter." Tony spoke up and placed a hand on my shoulder. He extended a damp rag to me, shaking it around impatiently as I tried to ignore him. "C'mon. I don't have all day."

I let out a large sigh before taking the rag, keeping my eyes on the tile. I should have felt the pain in my body yet I was completely numb to it all. All I could think about was how she tried to hit me after my mask was taken off. She wanted to kill me.

"For your head." He stated obviously as I simply held the rag. He scoffed and snatched the rag from me before placing it forcefully against my forehead. I hissed at the sudden realization of the pain and smacked him away.

"Ow!" I yelled at him as I snapped back to reality. He stared at me with a bored face as he handed the rag back to me.

"Then you do it." He stated, as to which I snatched it back and placed it gently to my own skin. "What was that all about? I thought you two were good."

"She finally asked about why she ran away." I mumbled and stood up from the floor. "So I told her all of it."

"She didn't like the truth? Ironic." He chuckled but stopped as soon as he saw the glare I was shooting at him. I groaned and shook my head, throwing the rag to the ground and looking over at the scattered pictures that mixed on the floor with bits and pieces of the wall.

"Where is she?" I asked as I looked back to him.

"In her room. She's fine, just angry." He replied.

"What am I supposed to do?" I walked to the side of the bed and knelt down to start cleaning up the mess Y/n made. "She hates me."

"I don't think she hates you." Mr. Stark walked towards me and sat on my bed.

"She wants to kill me." I spoke in a dull tone.

"She's tried to kill you plenty of times, why was this one different?" He asked and watched me closely. I scooped up a handful of pictures and placed them back in the duffle bag.

"Trust me, it just is." I sighed again and looked back at him. He shrugged and looked at the mess that remained.

"Well, how did you expect it to go? It was bound to happen this way. You did this. This is what all of YOUR choices have led to." He lectured me.

"You don't think I know that?!" I yelled defensively and shot up from my knelt position. "She asked me about it and I... I couldn't lie to her. I didn't expect her to care so much. Not yet, atleast."

"So what's your next choice?" He stayed calm and quirked his eyebrow at me. I furrowed my eyebrows and let my eyes fall to the photos in my hands.

"I don't know. All she wants to do is fight. She still has so much anger and bitterness in her, the only way to get her to listen is to match it." I moved to the spot beside him on the bed where Y/n sat before.

"Then match it." He declared.

"Are you crazy?" I scoffed and shook my head. "She wants to kill me."

"Well obviously don't let her do that. But if that is what usually works for you guys, so be it. Everytime you have gone hand to hand with her-"

"She gets hurt." I interrupted him.

"But you end in an understanding. I'm not saying beat the crap out of her but if she copes with physical force, who are you to stop her?" He explained. "She deserves to be angry. On the other hand, she's consumed by it. You have to be able to match her force if you're going to make this work. She isn't afraid to rip your heart from your ribcage yet you won't even hit her." He chuckled. I nodded dramatically in agreement and sighed.